Baiyun City, entrance and exit.
One was wearing a cloak and a hood covering most of his face, and his dark yellow face was vaguely visible.
This kind of dressing did not attract the attention of the surrounding monks. There were metal masks around, and some monks even wore bone masks, hoods, etc., which was not surprising.
This is Cheng Bizheng who has been carefully dressed up, using dual disguises of physics and magic.
After subconsciously scanning around, he joined the long queue to enter the city.
As the team moved forward slowly, he walked forward absent-mindedly, and at the same time he couldn't help but think about the few elixirs he needed now. The Qingling grass in the Fenglu Pavilion had already been successfully purchased. , but the remaining three elixirs have not yet been found.
Although he also wants to issue a mission to find the elixir, at this moment, in the eyes of others, he is just a monk in the early stages of Qi training. Such behavior is really eye-catching, and is incompatible with his low-key temperament. Some discrepancies.
“I wonder if the other three elixirs can be found in Baiyun City
At least, we must first find the Seven-leaf Flower to refine the Ultimate Banna Qi Pill.
As for the ultimate version of the Qi Gathering Pill, it will not be used in a short period of time. It is better to buy it. If you can’t buy it, you should also inquire about it in advance. When the time comes, you will be anxious to use it. Just like now, blindly search for it. , no direction at all."
Not long after.
After entering Baiyun City, Cheng Buzheng walked on the path in the street stall area and saw that there were almost no traces of refining Qi-napping elixirs on many stalls, and he secretly felt regretful in his heart.
“The elixirs on the street stalls are becoming more and more rare and cheap, so I have to go to the store in the end.”
After visiting the street stall area, he still didn’t find the elixir he needed. , then, Cheng Buzheng stopped, turned around and walked towards the store area.
Not long.
A young man wearing a cloak and a hood covering most of his face, with a dark yellow face that was vaguely visible, stopped in front of the luxurious loft door.
The attic occupies a large area, with a total of six floors. The open door and the plaque above the door are written with three large characters "Hundred Treasures Pavilion", which is shining and dazzling.
Cheng Buzheng did not hesitate and strode into the hall.
The luxurious hall can accommodate more than twenty people without looking crowded.
It is magnificent inside, and the walls on all sides are inlaid with rare and exotic animals carved from spiritual mines, which are lifelike.
There are three extra-long counters in the hall, all made of crystal. Many monks are walking around inside, creating a lively scene.
On both sides of the gate, stood several attendants in green clothes.
Not far away, an attendant in green clothes and a monk who looked like a guest were communicating something.
There were several attendants in green clothes on one side of the gate, and a rather handsome young man came over.
He saluted Cheng Bu Zheng,
"Dear guest, what do you need to buy?"
Cheng Buzheng lowered his voice and said hoarsely.
"Buy some elixirs"
After hearing this, the servant in green's eyes lit up, "Dear guest, please come this way"
After saying this, he led him , walked towards the second floor
Climbed the second floor and walked into a room that was three feet in diameter.
The four walls of the room are all made of spiritual wood, with simple patterns carved on them and antique furniture.
The overall look is quite simple and elegant.
A thin old man was sitting at the table in the middle.
Wearing a white Confucian robe, he drank tea leisurely.
Cheng Buzheng sensed that the old man in Confucian robes was radiating surging spiritual pressure.
"He is definitely a cultivator at the peak of Qi training. I, a little shrimp, have to be careful."
The attendant in green walked quickly to the old Taoist, lowered his head and whispered in his ear. A few words.
The old man in Confucian robes calmly put down his teacup, stood up and said with a smile,
"What kind of elixir does this little friend need?"
Cheng Bu Zheng didn't speak and handed over a jade slip.
The old man in Confucian robes smiled and took the jade slip.
Lean less.
"Could it be that my little friend is an alchemist?"
Cheng Buzheng secretly thought, how poisonous is the current shopkeeper's eyes? With a few elixirs, he could figure out whether he was an alchemist. Maybe the other party is just reasoning. After all, most of the monks who buy elixirs are alchemists.
He knew that he had to dispel the doubts of the old man in Confucian robes, so he pulled down his hood, revealing a dark yellow green face.
"Senior, do you think I can refine middle-grade elixirs?"
The old man in Confucian robes was suddenly stunned. He just noticed that he was a monk at the third level of Qi training. Although he can barely refine elixirs, he can at best refine low-grade elixirs. No matter how talented he is, he cannot refine mid-grade elixirs at this age.
Every mid-level alchemist has experienced countless failures, slowly improved his success rate, and then been promoted. It is absolutely impossible to be promoted all at once.
So every alchemist is very valuable, and they are all the ones he wants to win over. Although his guess is wrong, the young man in front of him must be related to the alchemist.
Thinking of this, the old man in Confucian robes showed a gentle smile.
“These spiritual herbs are not cheap
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