Finally, in order to prevent the tragedy from happening again, the five people each wore a black scarf and sneaked around the night market looking for the alchemy furnace.
"To be honest, I feel like we are some perverts from somewhere." Mu Chongxi touched his chin.
They don't look like good people the way they are dressed.
"Look, there's an alchemy furnace over there." Xue Yu grabbed them and rushed into the crowd.
There were basically no people at the alchemy furnace stall. After all, the alchemy furnace was expensive, and there were few alchemists in the world of cultivation, so basically only rich people would come to buy it.
Seeing so many people being taken advantage of at once, the stall owner's eyes lit up, "Who among you is a Dan Xiu?"
"She." Four hands pointed at Ye Qiao.
Seeing that it was a girl, the stall owner cleared his throat and asked enthusiastically: "What color do you like, little girl? How about a pink furnace? Or do you like a green one?"
Ye Qiao looked at the rows of colorful alchemy furnaces and her eyes almost went blind. The key point was that the prices were not low. She didn't know how to choose, so she looked at Xue Yu.
Xue Yu asked: "Which one is the best here?"
The stall owner took out a pill furnace with golden patterns carved on it from the mustard seed bag, and moved it in front of Ye Qiao to show her: "This is a top-grade pill furnace. I have been selling pill furnaces for so many years and this is the only top-grade one I have. I will give it 150,000 top-grade spirit stones. What do you think, my friend?"
When Ye Qiao heard the word "150,000", her heart trembled even though it was not her own spirit stones. Xue Yu took it, looked at it carefully, nodded at her, and indicated: This is fine.
A top-grade alchemy furnace is at least of good quality.
Changming Sect can currently take out 150,000 spirit stones.
After buying the alchemy furnace, the five decided to go home.
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On the other side, in the courtyard of Yueqing Sect, after Song Hansheng finished his furious review, he angrily scolded Yun Que again, "Use your brain, shake it and listen to see if it's full of water. Why did you offend Ye Qiao for no reason? Are you too proud or are those sword cultivators unable to lift their swords?"
Apart from the Sword-Wen Sect, the ones that Song Hansheng could hardly afford to offend were the sword cultivators from the Changming Sect. They had played a good hand of cards so badly that they almost annoyed him to death.
Yun Que felt a little aggrieved: "But they are targeting me on purpose."
"Who do you think you are to allow them to target you?" Song Hansheng laughed coldly, "Don't you see that the people of Changming Sect are targeting all sects equally?"
"But she will have a hard time in the next game."
Song Hansheng said this with a gloating smile.
Who could have let Ye Qiao reveal something bad? She revealed her talent as a third-level cultivator. Now, all the clan leaders are probably thinking about how to get her out on the first day.
Yun Que pursed her lips and said nothing. When she heard Ye Qiao's name, she felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.
Song Hansheng asked, "How's your talisman painting going?"
"Forget it." Looking at Yun Que's slow speed, Song Hansheng felt angry. The speed of drawing talismans represents the talent of the talisman practitioner. Yun Que takes a break after drawing a stroke. Fortunately, she has a top-grade spiritual root.
"Come back to the Song family with me." He looked at Yun Que coldly: "Find a technique that suits you, and don't embarrass our Yueqing Sect in the individual competition again."
At this moment, Song Hansheng still simply thought that Yun Que was so slow in drawing talismans because he had not found the right technique.
Yun Que pursed her lips upon hearing this and hummed softly, "I will try my best to defeat Ye Qiao."
Song Hansheng thought when he heard this: Ye Qiao probably doesn't even want to pay attention to you.
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On the other side, the Sword-Wen Sect was still reviewing the situation late at night.
After seeing Ye Qiao and his men put on a show and then take the clothes away, several of his close disciples were greatly shocked.
"Big Brother, it turns out that your clothes were stolen by Ye Qiao." Zhu You held his chin up and said seriously, "I didn't expect that she loved you so deeply."
The veins on Ye Qinghan's forehead jumped: "...Why don't you say that she is actually a pervert and has been secretly coveting my clothes for a long time?"
Chu Xingzhi refuted with reason and evidence: "But when we asked the Sword Sect's descendants, aren't their uniforms the same? Why didn't we see anyone taking ours?"
The uniforms of the Sword-Wen Sect are all white, and I didn’t see Ye Qiao taking anyone else’s.
Ye Qinghan's fist hardened, and he punched Chu Xingzhi out, saying one word concisely: "Get lost."
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