Hou Ji was startled. Although he had known that he and Qin Fan had attracted the attention of many warriors, he did not expect that they would be so exaggerated.
The warriors who were setting up stalls everywhere just now, just like the victims who heard about the porridge, swarmed over.
Moreover, warriors from other parts of the manor are also rushing here after hearing the news.
Hou Ji hurriedly shouted: "Everyone, please stop crowding. Today we only want thousand-year-old medicine, spiritual stones, rare metals, and weird items that you are not sure about. We don't want anything else!"
"If you have something that meets the requirements, please line up in two lines and come one by one. Don't worry, we have a lot of magic pills, so don't be afraid that you won't be able to exchange it!"
Under Hou Ji's organization, the chaotic warriors finally formed two bloated formations. The warriors who came from behind felt that they were ahead of the queue.
Qin Fan began to check what the first warrior brought.
"Remember, today I only want thousand-year-old medicine, spiritual stones, rare metals, or some weird items, and I don't want anything else."
"I understand, little brother, I have spirit stones and rare metals here, show them to me!" A warrior with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks smiled flatteringly at Qin Fan.
Qin Fan glanced at it: "I want the spiritual stone, but I don't want the rest. It's a high-grade spiritual elixir."
"Can... can you give me two of these? I'll give you everything!"
"I don't want to repeat what I said. If you can, change it. If you can't, leave it."
"Okay, change!"
It took a whole morning for the team in front of Qin Fan to disperse.
Dozens more high-grade elixirs were spent, but Qin Fan gained quite a lot.
Two thousand-year-old medicines, a dozen high-grade spiritual stones, more than 70 medium-low-grade spiritual stones, and a small piece of purple gold, black iron and other rare metals.
That two-thousand-year-old medicine can be used to refine the elixir used by Qin Fan to break through the realm. Purple gold black iron is the main material for weapon refining.
Just when Qin Fan was about to close the stall, another warrior who looked like a hunter suddenly came. He was about forty years old and had a rough appearance.
"Little brother, I have something here, would you like to take a look?"
"Let's go in the afternoon, I'm going back." Qin Fan was about to leave.
"No, just take a look. I think this thing is extraordinary!" the hunter warrior said with a mysterious face.
"Oh, take it out and let me take a look." Qin Fan glanced at him and said casually that he did not believe what the warrior said.
The hunter warrior took a step closer and took out a brass bell from the package. It was just like the bell that the corpse chasers in western Hunan shook, but there was a gap the size of a bottle cap on the bell.
"This should be a magic weapon, but I don't know its purpose. How many elixirs can I exchange for it?"
Qin Fan took it in his hand and looked at it, nodded and said: "This is indeed a magic weapon, but it has been damaged. When a magic weapon is damaged, it loses its value, and it has more aura than ordinary things. I
I won’t accept this.”
When the warrior heard this, he became anxious: "No, little brother, please take a look at it. This thing must be extraordinary. I picked it up from a dead man. The dead man was a master-level strongman."
Qin Fan smiled and said: "If this magic weapon was not damaged, it would be worth dozens of elixirs, but now it is of no use. I don't need it."
"This... Okay, excuse me!" The warrior looked disappointed and prepared to turn around and leave.
Suddenly, Qin Fan said "Hey": "Wait a minute, I'm taking a look!"
"What did you find?" The warrior had another glimmer of hope.
Just when Qin Fan was about to return the bell to him, he suddenly felt an abnormal fluctuation inside the bell.
This fluctuation is the power of the soul level.
It is normal for the magic weapon to have soul-level power, because the magic weapon stays with its owner all year round and will definitely have the spiritual imprint of the owner.
However, Qin Fan, with the idea that he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than miss one, still used his spiritual thoughts to explore the inside of the magic weapon.
boom!
Qin Fan's ray of spiritual thought suddenly came to another space.
This seems to be the location of a sect, with a huge mountain lying in front of it, with ninety-nine stone steps extending into the void.
Suddenly, the scenery in front of Qin Fan disappeared and turned into a chaotic space without the sun, moon, stars, and the passage of time.
A huge figure of an old man in blue appeared in this chaotic space, with his head raised to the sky and his feet touching the ground.
He raised his head high, glared at the sky, and roared sternly: "Gatekeeper, come out! I am already at the pinnacle of martial arts, why don't you let me in..."
"Gatekeeper, come out! Let me in, let me in..."
"Ah! Ah! Ah..."
He was going crazy, punching the sky one after another, as if he wanted to break the sky.
Immediately afterwards, everything in front of him disappeared, and Qin Fan's spiritual thoughts retreated.
It is obvious that there is a remnant soul in this magic weapon, or a person's remaining consciousness.
The scene Qin Fan saw just now was all the memory left in his consciousness.
These memories revealed an important message to Qin Fan.
Gatekeeper!
At the Ten Thousand Shang Conference, the Li family once said that they were related to the Gatekeeper and asked him if he wanted to renounce the path of martial arts.
Qin Fan was too lazy to talk to the Li family at that time, and since he was an immortal cultivator, what did the path of martial arts have to do with him!
Now from the memory of this remnant soul, Qin Fan got an important message: the gatekeeper is guarding an important place and does not allow warriors to enter.
And this place should be accessible to the peak of martial arts.
However, the owner of this remnant soul did not gain the approval of the gatekeeper, failed to enter that place, and then died.
So the question is, where is the place he wants to enter?
What is the peak level of martial arts?
Obviously, the pinnacle of martial arts should not be the fifth-grade grandmaster realm, but the first-grade realm?
It's a pity that this remnant soul couldn't tell what state he was in.
However, it can be inferred from this that the martial arts world does not seem to be as simple as it seems on the surface.
The warrior saw that Qin Fan was stunned for a long time without saying a word. He asked anxiously in a low voice: "Little brother, how are you? Have you discovered the beauty of this magical weapon?"
Qin Fan recovered his thoughts and said: "Okay, I want your copper bell and two high-grade elixirs."
Although there is no possibility of repairing this magic weapon, and the remaining consciousness inside is useless, Qin Fan wants to see if there is any way to find something useful from this remaining consciousness.
"Oh, okay, okay!"
The warrior was overjoyed. It was true that he had picked up this thing, but he had not picked it up from a dead person at all. He had picked it up while digging for medicine in the mountains.
He was overjoyed to be able to exchange for two high-grade elixirs.
Seeing the warrior happily leaving with two high-grade elixirs, Hou Ji looked envious and jealous: "Brother Qin, how can this broken copper bell be worth two high-grade elixirs? Don't be mistaken!"
Qin Fan smiled and said: "This thing is indeed not worth two elixirs, but it is of some research value to me. Okay, let's go back!"
Seeing Qin Fan leaving, several spies hiding in the dark also left in a hurry.