Ye Qiao noticed his expression and raised his hand, "I meant I drew it."
There were a bunch of low-level talismans in her mustard bag. The sect prohibited the sale of the talismans, and the low-level talismans were of no use, so they were just thrown there and disposed of as garbage.
But Ye Qiao knew that Song Hansheng and even those talisman practitioners were quite curious. Although they were angry about her changes to the talismans passed down by the founder, the effect on the competition field was obvious to all. They wanted it, but they couldn't let go of their pride.
Song Hansheng's expression indeed softened.
"I can exchange with you." Song Hansheng hesitated for a few seconds, and then said, "The magic weapon and talisman in your hand are almost destroyed, right?"
The effects of the magical instruments and talismans on the market are very poor, and the ones with good effects are basically made by aristocratic families.
You can get talismans for free from Mingxuan, but you have to buy magical tools from Chengfeng Sect or a tool-cultivating family.
In the world of cultivation, things are valuable because they are rare, and all the magical instruments that can be used are extremely expensive.
Ye Qiao was indeed in need of talismans and magical instruments. She nodded, and Song Hansheng opened the mustard seed bag and let her take a quick look at it.
Ye Qiao was almost buried by the smell of money.
Song Hansheng noticed her reaction, raised the corner of his lips and looked a little complacent, "I can exchange with you."
Okay, okay, Ye Qiao likes his aura of being a sucker that has not changed over the years.
She quickly threw all the junk in her hand to him. If they wanted to study it, then go ahead. The low-level talismans were of little use to her.
Song Hansheng was curious about the principle, why some talismans could be combined or transformed? However, if he wanted to take a few back for research, he had to buy them from Ye Qiao.
Ye Qiao picked up the talisman of Yueqing Sect. The defensive talisman of Yueqing Sect has always been very solid compared to other sects. If he didn't grab some now, when would he get it?
Song Hansheng got what his family asked him to do as he wished, and compared to the spirit stones that Ye Qiao had cheated him of before, it only cost him a small amount of money.
Both sides felt they had made a profit.
After the two men reached the deal in front of the Sword-Asking Sect, Chu Xingzhi curled his lips, touched Ye Qinghan's arm, and signaled the senior brother to continue questioning.
Their main purpose of coming here this time is not just this.
He pointed at the sky, signaling Ye Qinghan to think about the purpose of this trip. They came to ask Ye Qiao what the last divine thunder tribulation blessed by the heaven had to do with her.
Ye Qinghan also noticed something strange.
At the very beginning, he didn't see through Ye Qiao's cultivation.
Ye Qinghan had some guesses and observed the expressions of the people from Changming Sect. Then he asked out of the blue, "Have you broken through?"
In an instant, Ye Qiao was being scanned by many gazes, and Ye Qiao guessed that the Sword Sect would not make a move without a purpose.
Especially Ye Qinghan, who never comes to visit unless he has something important to do.
"Yes." She looked back and answered readily.
Seeing her admit it so quickly, Ye Qinghan narrowed his eyes and said, "So, that incarnation is you."
How could there be a quasi-god-transformation stage being among the demon race?
There is no other choice except to become a monk.
"Correct answer." She leaned over the table, "But there is no reward."
Song Hansheng, who was suddenly shocked by this earth-shattering news, said: "?? What is the incarnation of God?"
etc.
They were clearly chatting together the whole time, so at which step did he miss?
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