An hour before the secret realm opened, Ye Qiao and his party went to the entrance. When she came, Xue Yu had mentioned that there was haze in the secret realm, and inhaling it into the nasal cavity would cause dizziness. In order to avoid accidents, many people
I will buy magic tools to isolate the haze in advance.
Ye Qiao: "Then do we have magic weapons?"
"No." Xue Yu answered truthfully: "Changming Sect has no weapon cultivators and no one knows how to refine weapons. If you want one, you have to go to Chengfeng Sect to buy it. They have many weapon cultivators."
"Then just go in like this? Don't take any measures?" She thought to herself, is it so casual?
In Ye Qiao's memory, every time the heroine went to the secret realm, there were a bunch of heavenly and earthly treasures, magic weapons and pills. How come they were so miserable when it was their turn.
Mingxuan said very casually: "If you can hold your breath, hold it. If you can't, cover your mouth and nose with something. If you fight, you will be in trouble."
Ye Qiao didn't say anything. She was thinking that if it was smog, it should be no different from the smog in the modern morning.
She thought about it, dug out a piece of cloth from the mustard bag, pulled it out with a black sword, and finally cut it into the shape of a mask, and added a thin string, it was perfect.
"Put it on." Ye Qiao made a dozen more copies to be prepared and threw them to the other three.
Don't tell me, it's quite suitable.
It just looked too weird. Mingxuan picked up one and asked curiously: "Little junior sister, what is this?"
Ye Qiao: "Mask."
None of the three of them had ever seen such a thing before. They just thought it looked weird. Ye Qiao was the first to put it on his face and showed them how to use it. There are always more methods than difficulties in this world. There is no magic weapon that can do it.
Wear a mask.
Several people looked a bit speechless, but under the younger junior sister's shining eyes, they didn't feel sorry for her.
After the four people put on their masks, many curious people looked at them along the way.
She is dressed in a weird way, wearing all kinds of stuff on her mouth.
After arriving at the entrance of the secret realm, sects with good foundation, such as the Yue Qing Sect, had already taken out their magic weapons and put up shields to cover the people inside.
Only three of the five direct descendants of the Yue Qing Sect came this time, Yun Que, the chief disciple Song Hansheng, and a person who was not a stranger.
Su Zhuo.
Ye Qiao had an impression of Su Zhuo. He stabbed the original owner's younger brother in the back, but probably because he was wearing a mask, the other party did not recognize him. He seemed to be aware of her probing eyes. Su Zhuo frowned.
Subconsciously blocked Yun Que.
I mistakenly thought it was another female cultivator who was jealous of her junior sister.
His little junior sister was beautiful, but there were many female cultivators who disliked her. Su Zhuo was afraid that she would be harmed, so he looked back with a cold expression.
Being swept away by his cold eyes, Ye Qiao touched the tip of her nose and let out a light tut in her heart.
Licking the dog, licking the dog until there is nothing left.
In the original work, Su Zhuo was at best a loyal spare tire, and he couldn't even get the title of male supporting actor.
"This little friend." An older monk came over and asked, "What is that thing you are wearing on your mouth?"
He was not the only one who was curious about what the four people were wearing. Some people raised their eyebrows, and naturally the others were also eager to try and came forward to ask.
"Is it the newly refined magical weapon of Chengfeng Sect?"
"There is no spiritual energy fluctuation on it."
"Then what is this?"
Ye Qiao's mind moved slightly, and she took out the remaining mask from the mustard bag. She curled her lips and smiled slightly: "This is the mask I developed. Although it is not as good as a magic weapon, it may be able to withstand better in the secret realm.
The harm caused by smog.”
"really?"
After all, most of the people who come to the Little Secret Realm are small sects and casual cultivators. Not everyone is as wealthy as the Yue Qing Sect and can take out spiritual weapons.
When she said this, everyone around her became energetic.
Ye Qiao said calmly: "It's guaranteed to be a fake. It only costs five low-grade spiritual stones. You can't suffer a loss or be cheated."
"Do you want to come and try it?" She was very enthusiastic.
Mu Chongxi stared at her dumbfoundedly and started advertising on the spot, saying indifferently, "Junior sister... she's so amazing."
If it were him, he would definitely be embarrassed to engage in salesmanship in front of so many people as if nothing happened.
Could it still be like this?
Xue Yu coughed slightly: "Junior sister is very enthusiastic as long as it involves spiritual stones."
In the end, the masks in Ye Qiao's hand were snatched away before the secret realm opened, and she even kept some in case of emergency.
"Let's go, the secret realm is open."
Mu Chongxi was the first to fight. After entering the secret realm, smoke filled the air. The casual cultivators who bought masks were surprised to find that they could indeed isolate most of the toxic haze, and the effect was very significant.
Xue Yu touched the mask strangely. He actually had a Qi-holding pill. He originally prepared the pill for his junior sister but it didn't work, so he distributed the pill to several people.
It seems that it is no longer needed now.
"Where do you get all these weird ideas?"
Ye Qiao replied without looking back: "The wisdom of seniors."
Thank you for the development of technology.
Su Zhuo looked at Wu Yangyang's group of people surrounding Ye Qiao's group. He sneered lightly and said with disdain, "It's really embarrassing to take advantage of such a small advantage."
Yun Que nodded with rare approval and said in a gentle voice, "Maybe it's a small sect that has no money. That girl... is pitiful."
She is obviously about the same age as him, but she has to be so humble for the sake of the spiritual stone.
However, after seriously entering the secret realm, the sense of superiority of the Yue Qing Sect members gradually disappeared. Although they had magic weapons to protect themselves, there was no doubt that doing so would consume their spiritual energy. However, none of those who wore masks were poisoned. The signs are visible and the effect is excellent.
Even Su Zhuo, who was mocking before, couldn't help it, "Senior Brother, why don't we go buy some from them?"
Anyway, there are only five low-grade spiritual stones, just slip them out from your fingers.
Song Hansheng knew in his heart that it would be too much to spend his spiritual energy like this all the time, so he could only condescend, walk up to Ye Qiao, and stop the four of them.
"I wonder if this fellow Taoist still has any remaining masks?"
Ye Qiao groaned in his heart, but he didn't expect people from the Yue Qing Sect to come over to buy things: "Yes. Of course."
Song Hansheng was about to pay for it immediately. Just when he was about to give him three, Ye Qiao said again: "But this time, that time, that was the previous price."
What?
He frowned impatiently, thinking to himself that this was indeed the case.
People from small families and small sects want to take advantage of opportunities to kill people.
Song Hansheng asked: "What do you mean?"
Ye Qiao stretched out a finger and said, "One hundred high-grade spiritual stones."
Even Song Hansheng was stunned.
"You!" Su Zhuo stepped forward angrily, "I'm afraid you didn't raise the price intentionally to target us." Compared with her previous personality, it was more than fifty times higher. I'm afraid no one would believe her if she didn't do it on purpose.
Ye Qiao fiddled with the mask in his hand, met his angry gaze, shrugged his shoulders and said hypocritically: "Hey, there is no way, who made our small sect have no money."
She did it on purpose. After Su Zhuo told Yun Hen about the mayfly grass, the spiritual grass that the original owner had worked so hard to get was taken away. She has never forgotten this.
"I think all the direct disciples of the Yue Qing Sect are not short of these spiritual stones." She emphasized the words 'disciple'.
Ye Qiao discovered a wonderful thing, that is, the direct descendants of these large sects were more honorable than the last.
It's like your face can be eaten.
Then don't blame her for taking the opportunity to extort money, she is shameless anyway.
Su Zhuo's voice suddenly died down and became stuck in his throat, unable to rise or fall, which made him extremely angry.
The Yue Qing Sect is rich, but not sick.
You already have the money to buy a bottle of elixir with one hundred high-grade spiritual stones, so why do you need this crap from her?
But if you don't say it, with so many casual cultivators around watching, it's the Yue Qing Sect that will hit you in the face.
Song Hansheng's expression changed for a moment before he finally looked at Su Zhuo and said, "Give her the spirit stone."
The eldest brother had already spoken, but Su Zhuo gritted his teeth and had no choice but to accept the defeat and pay.
After getting the thin mask, he had an inexplicable illusion that everyone around him was laughing at him.