The woman frowned slightly, poured out a yellow-brown pill, and crushed it: "Look."
“The spiritual energy inside is very strong.”
"The quality is pretty good, but why is the shape so weird?"
What god-like person could make such an ugly pill? And the price is so low, aren't you afraid that the price of the pill will be in a state of decline?
As the sect with the largest number of alchemy practitioners, this is a scene they absolutely do not want to see.
Miaomiao carefully felt the spiritual energy in the air, and her originally dissatisfied voice gradually subsided. She opened her eyes slightly, "Ah, what's wrong with this alchemist? Does he not know the price of the pills or what?"
One pill only costs ten medium-grade spirit stones.
Are you crazy?
"Maybe it's because it's too ugly and can't be sold at a high price?" The woman thought thoughtfully. After all, the cost of refining the elixir is actually very low, and the high cost is the labor cost.
"Or maybe the other party is not trying to make money, but just wants to benefit the independent cultivators?" Miaomiao said softly, "I heard from Master that the Great Secret Realm opened earlier this year. Many cultivators have gathered here recently."
The woman nodded in agreement. "Of course there are such hidden independent cultivators. Perhaps we have encountered them."
…
After tearing the talisman into pieces, he landed in the center of Yunzhong City. People coming and going were all casual cultivators passing by. Ye Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. It was said that the teleportation talisman would teleport randomly. Fortunately, he was not teleported to some strange place.
How scary it would be if you were teleported into a monster's stomach or someone's grave.
Mu Chongxi noticed the black sword hanging on Ye Qiao's waist and couldn't help but persuade her, "Junior sister, you should go to the sword cave to choose a natal sword."
"The sword cave is at the Sword Questioning Sect. When the competition comes, as long as you rank in the top ten of the sword cultivation rankings, you will be eligible to enter the Sword Questioning Sect's sword cave."
"They even have ancient spiritual swords there."
Ye Qiao: So curly.
"Forget it, my Xuanjian is fine." She said silently. If it breaks, she can get a new one. The important thing is that it doesn't need to be in the top ten of the overall list.
Mu Chongxi: “…”Okay.
Anyway, it is impossible for Ye Qiao to make active efforts no matter who tries.
As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. The place where people eat is always the best source of information, so the duo decided to go eat first.
The upstairs private room was already full, leaving only a few empty tables downstairs. Ye Qiao ordered two bowls of noodles and kicked Mu Chongxi to remind him, "Pay when the time comes."
Mu Chongxi said straightforwardly: "No problem."
While they were waiting, a group of people came in from outside. Ye Qiao noticed that they were all wearing the same uniform and had swords hanging around their waists, like disciples from some sect.
The leading man had a long face, like a horse's. He glanced around and suddenly called out, "Hey, isn't this from Chang Mingzong?"
Ye Qiao was stunned and almost thought that he was talking about himself and Mu Chongxi.
As a result, two people from another table stood up.
The other party was not wearing the uniform of a disciple. If it weren't for this horse-faced man speaking, Ye Qiao really wouldn't have known that these two people were also from the Changming Sect.
Mu Chongxi touched his chin and said, "If I'm not mistaken, then we should ask the inner sect of the Sword Sect."
Ask the Sword Sect?
Ye Qiao blinked, "It is rumored that the Sword-Asking Sect is expected to become the number one sect this year?"
Mu Chongxi nodded, and the eyes of the people around him all focused on the few people not far away.
The horse-faced man seemed to have some grudge with the other two Changming Sect disciples, and the atmosphere became somewhat tense.
The Changming Sect disciple raised his voice, "Song Jian, don't go too far."
"This is Cloud City. Drawing swords is prohibited."
The horse-faced man named Song Jian laughed, "Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't done anything yet."
"Didn't I say this before? You Changming Sect people are just a bunch of trash in my eyes."
"Next time you see us, take a detour. Do you understand?" He patted the other person's face lightly with one hand, which was extremely insulting.
Seeing that Chang Ming Zong's disciple's eyes turned red, Song Jian smiled even more proudly, "What? Did I say something wrong?"
Mu Chongxi gritted his teeth and suppressed the urge to fight. He took a deep breath. Yunzhong City had regulations prohibiting fighting and drawing his sword, so he could only try his best to calm down.
Ye Qiao picked up the clear soup noodles in front of him, lowered his eyes, and said in an unclear tone, "Fourth Senior Brother, are all the people in the Sword Sect so arrogant?"
It was the first time she had seen such an arrogant person.
Mu Chongxi hummed, his tone disgusted, "Their sect is the number one sect in the cultivation world, and they have looked down on us for a long time. Moreover, our sect has a grudge against them, and every time we meet them when we go out, there will be a conflict."
"In the last Hundred Years Competition, the Sword Questioning Sect ranked first, the Moon Clear Sect ranked second, the Wind Cheng Sect ranked third, and the Green Water Sect ranked fourth."
"We're fifth."
"Most of the women in the Bishui Sect and those who have reached Dan cultivation level are not good at fighting, so the fourth place is not low either."
Besides, the Green Water Sect is rich and has many alchemists. No one wants to offend them, otherwise if they are put on the Green Water Sect's blacklist, they will have no one to turn to for help if they get hurt.
Ye Qiao: "That is to say, our Chang Ming Zong is the best."
Mu Chongxi: “…That’s what you mean.” But does this little junior sister have to be so straightforward?
The dispute over there was still going on. Ye Qiao drank a few more mouthfuls of noodles as if nothing had happened, then picked up the bowl and asked, "Fourth Senior Brother, are you full?"
Clear soup noodles are actually not very tasty. Mu Chongxi nodded, not understanding why she asked this. "What's wrong, Junior Sister?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ye Qiao walk straight up to Song Jian.
"Are you Song Jian?" She smiled slightly.
Song Jian was suddenly interrupted, turned around and asked fiercely: "What?"
She threw the bowl on his face and said, "Unfilial son, how can you talk to your father?"
The whole action was done in one go, without any hesitation, and he turned his head and shouted to Mu Chongxi: "Run!"
The duo had already gained experience from being chased in Changming Sect. They ran as fast as rabbits and disappeared in a short while.
Only Song Jian was left in the wind, disheveled, with noodle soup dripping from his chin and a few uneaten noodles hanging on his head. He looked disheveled and ridiculous.
Ye Qiao stepped into the breeze without looking back.
She was not worried that the other party would catch up with her. The ones with the highest cultivation level in the inner sect were only at the foundation building stage, so Mu Chongxi could deal with them alone.
Besides, fighting is not allowed in Yunzhong City.
Recalling the other party's confused state, Ye Qiao smiled with curved eyebrows and felt much better. "From the moment he walked in, I wanted to do this."
"Junior sister." Mu Chongxi chased after her, stepped on the Chaoxi Sword, and gave her a thumbs up, taking a deep breath: "You really are like a little cow giving birth--"
He slowly uttered four words: "Awesome."
Mu Chongxi had disliked the people from Wenjian Sect for a long time. He had always kept in mind the teachings of the elders and always endured it and dared not cause any trouble. Ye Qiao's clean and neat move made him completely happy.
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