The entire Qingfeng Village is still very rich, and Ye Qinghuan received a total of one hundred thousand taels in silver notes.
He sold twenty pills made from centuries-old medicinal materials, and only received a total of twenty thousand miles in silver notes.
But this is normal. After all, Ye Qinghuan sold it to the Star Shop, not directly to the warriors who needed it.
Among them, Xingchen Store will naturally make a profit from the price difference.
certainly.
If Ye Qinghuan is willing to take out his first-level elixir, I'm afraid there will be people rushing to buy it regardless of the price.
These one hundred thousand taels belong not only to these warriors, but also to those few innate experts, and also to the entire Qingfeng Village treasure house. It is already a considerable amount of money.
Ye Qinghuan casually threw the extra bit of change to the fat man who helped him collect money.
Not only that, Ye Qinghuan also found two low-grade spiritual stones in the treasure house of Qingfeng Village.
This actually made Ye Qinghuan very happy.
Spiritual stone!
This is a good thing, although with his current strength, low-grade spiritual stones have little effect.
But this has a great effect on Xiaoying, Yu Lianxiong and the others.
More importantly, this means that there are indeed many spiritual stones in the ancient world.
At least far beyond the world.
If there were middle-grade spiritual stones, they would be very useful to Ye Qinghuan.
You know, one middle-grade spiritual stone is equivalent to one hundred low-grade spiritual stones.
certainly.
If Ye Qinghuan could find a high-grade spiritual stone, he would be extremely lucky, and it would be enough to support his entire transcendental realm cultivation.
"Senior, it's just two low-grade spiritual stones, why are you so happy?" the fat man asked with some confusion.
"Just...two spiritual stones?"
Ye Qinghuan raised his eyebrows.
This fat man actually had a louder tone than him.
His tone has always been very loud, often making people stunned.
This time, it was this little fat man's turn that surprised Ye Qinghuan.
"No, spiritual stones are naturally very precious to me, but for a master like Senior, it should be nothing more than that!" Fatty said immediately.
"You have a hundred thousand taels of silver notes in your hand, which are much more valuable than two low-grade spiritual stones." The fat man said directly.
Silver notes are more precious than spiritual stones.
Ye Qinghuan was stunned for a moment.
"What is the exchange ratio between silver notes and spiritual stones?" Ye Qinghuan asked immediately.
"It's about... one thousand taels of silver. You can buy a low-grade spiritual stone." The fat man reported to Ye Qinghuan.
One thousand taels of silver can buy a low-grade spiritual stone.
He has more than one hundred thousand taels of silver in his hands.
That is, one hundred low-grade spiritual stones!
If you go one step further, it will be a middle-grade spiritual stone!
Ye Qinghuan was suddenly pleasantly surprised.
In this way, a pill he refined using centuries-old medicinal materials is equivalent to a low-grade spiritual stone.
This ordinary elixir was too simple to refine for Ye Qinghuan.
However, Ye Qinghuan soon understood that because these warriors did not master the correct method of absorbing the spiritual power of spirit stones, their efficiency was very low.
Therefore, spirit stones are not so precious to these ancient world warriors.
Very good!
Ye Qinghuan thought, if he had enough spiritual stones, it would be much easier to advance to the Holy Realm.
After all, only by reaching the holy realm can Ye Qinghuan leave the earth.
Next, Ye Qinghuan directly occupied Qingfeng Village and healed his injuries there.
Two low-grade spiritual stones, although not much, are still flesh no matter how small a mosquito is, which can speed up Ye Qinghuan's healing.
"If it was an ordinary injury, I have the elixir and spiritual stone in hand, and coupled with my own recovery power, it would have been cured long ago. The scars left by this space storm are really troublesome."
Ye Qinghuan was helpless.
The space storm is so powerful.
However, this can only be regarded as a small space storm. Ye Qinghuan once used the teleportation array to forcefully cross the continent.
That storm, even if a planet is in it, will be easily strangled.
However, Ye Qinghuan still managed to carry it through.
Speaking of which, Ye Qinghuan was trying to avoid being chased that time.
It was Qi Qingyan, that crazy woman of the Qi family, who had been chasing Ye Qinghuan for hundreds of years, causing Ye Qinghuan to almost be swallowed up by a space storm.
"I wonder what happened to that crazy woman? Her innate spiritual talent, coupled with the resources and strength of the Qi family, must have reached a very terrifying level!"
"It's a pity that even the innate spirit body and the tens of thousands of years of Qi family's foundation cannot break through to the supreme realm."
Ye Qinghuan thought in his mind.
Throughout the universe, all kinds of terrifying physiques emerge one after another.
This is a golden trend, with all kinds of monsters emerging one after another and peerless geniuses sweeping the world.
Ye Qinghuan is definitely an extremely dazzling one.
The name of the God of Killing is powerful in all regions and heavens.
In the eyes of countless forces and millions of geniuses across the universe, this means.
The God of Death, Du Guxiao, failed.
In the golden world, in an era when monsters arose, he had fallen and lost the qualification to compete for the supreme realm.
He was like a dazzling comet, flashing by. Although dazzling, it was short-lived.
After all, he is not the protagonist in this golden world.
Of course, no one knows.
The former Duguxiao turned into Ye Qinghuan and was reborn in this small place on earth.
"Today, my foundation is far stronger than before, even beyond the limits of the universe I know."
"Although the speed of cultivation is not as fast as activating the blood-slaying beads and opening the blood-devouring body, the solid foundation is the capital to reach the supreme realm!"
Ye Qinghuan's eyes were solemn and he murmured softly.
Every step he takes is extremely solid, and his accumulated spiritual power is beyond imagination.
The speed of his cultivation was too fast. He relied on the blood-slaying beads to absorb the power of killing, crazily advanced, and crushed everything.
But eventually fell.
"This time, every step of my life must be done without leaving the pond. Only then can I reach the supreme realm and resurrect Muzixi."
"When I return to the universe and reach the supreme realm, I wonder if the Qi family will send Qi Qingyan to me obediently?"
Thinking of this, Ye Qinghuan couldn't help but have a strange smile on his lips.
Speaking of which, he and Qi Qingyan have been entangled for hundreds of years.
That woman is proud, elegant, the pride of heaven, and a goddess-like existence that cannot be desecrated.
Countless talented people went crazy because of it, but they were defiled by Ye Qinghuan, a demon who once killed people in cold blood.
Ye Qinghuan was domineering and cold, but he didn't feel any guilt at all, and was chased by Qi Qingyan.
Ye Qinghuan wanted to see Qi Qingyan's expression when the Qi family took the initiative to send her to her room.
Although it is a bit shameful, Ye Qinghuan is a shameless person.
It can be considered a kind of bad taste.
Looking at that arrogant goddess, the proud daughter of heaven who hated herself so much that she could only look up to herself in the end, she must have let out a fierce sigh of relief.
"Qi Qingyan, we will definitely meet again, definitely!"