Chapter two hundred and thirty eight buying medicine
"Four, go get some tea. We will stay with him here to prevent him from causing any trouble." Fang Yong looked at Han Yi coldly, "You four, guard the door of the refining room."
After arranging these, Fang Yong walked to sit opposite Han Yi, his body tensed, ready to take action at any time.
"Fang Yong, what's going on? Why is he still here?" Master Yi arrived late and saw old man Han Yi sitting in the living room, his expression changed.
"Master Yi, it's not easy to do anything here." Fang Yong replied without raising his head as he was still sitting.
Seeing the door of the refining room behind the screen, Master Yi's expression turned ugly. This bastard actually chose this place.
He walked to the square chair next to Fang Yong and sat down. His eyes fell on Han Yi, who released an invisible sense of oppression. The spiritual master's later cultivation was fully exposed. Fang Yong was completely different from him. He had always been like that.
Sitting quietly, spiritual power secretly flowed in the meridians, and his aura was restrained, but the evil spirit that came out of the invisible was extremely strong, and you could tell at a glance that he was not a simple character.
Han Yi also looked at the two of them. His face under the black iron mask was expressionless. When he first came to Qi Lingxuan, it seemed that Master Yi had received him and recognized the iron armor and rhinoceros scale armor. But at that time, he did not
I didn't know that this old man who looked frail was actually a late-stage spiritual master monk.
The guard named Fang Yong is interesting. The evil spirit on his body is stronger than that of many monks of the same level. Such people are rare. Qi Lingxuan can gain a foothold on Lanyue Island and has such a huge power. It has indeed cultivated many good people.
's subordinates.
If such a person advanced to the Lingzong stage, it would be enough to keep a branch in the middle city.
"Friend, why are you here at Qi Lingxuan? Why do you want to find Master Xiao?" Master Yi held back for a long time and finally spoke.
"I'm just here to visit at Master Xiao's invitation. You don't have to be so cautious." Han Yi said calmly.
"In response to Master Xiao's appointment? Why have I never heard Master Xiao mention it?"
"Does that mean you want me to call Master Xiao out and ask you personally?" A silvery-white spiritual power flowed from Han Yi's fingers, and the powerful aura escaped. The sense of oppression on Master Yi's body was immediately disintegrated.
Fang Yong's body was shaken and his expression changed.
"Lingzong monk." Fang Yong said solemnly.
While a few people were talking, the guard named Si offered spiritual tea, unaware of the tense and almost stagnant atmosphere in the hall.
Han Yi looked at the guard, his eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"This friend, what is your name? Where do you live?"
Si was stunned by Han Yi's sudden question. He looked around and pointed at himself.
"Me?"
"Well, you."
He turned to look at Fang Yong. Seeing that Fang Yong had no instructions, he had no choice but to answer.
"My name is Li Si, and I have lived in Haicheng for generations."
"Really?" Han Yi looked directly into Li Si's eyes, his expression inexplicable.
Li Si was shocked by the sight, his throat rolled, and he took a step back.
"Master Yi." Han Yi suddenly looked at Master Yi again, "Ji came here this time to purchase some elixirs. Originally, there were some things that needed to be dealt with, but since Master Xiao is not here, there is no need. I also
There’s not that much time to waste.”
"Please help me prepare the elixirs on this list." He took out a list of elixirs from his arms and flicked his fingers. The thin piece of paper flew out in the air and shot straight towards Master Yi.
Fang Yong jumped up from the square chair and grabbed the piece of paper. The piece of paper that looked like a terrifying hidden weapon just now was soft and weak, like a falling leaf.
Such exquisite power control, Fang Yong admired in his heart, and his nerves became even tighter.
He handed the piece of paper to Master Yi. Master Yi glanced at it and his eyebrows jumped. Every item listed on Han Yi's list was an intermediate-level elixir or above, and there were more than a dozen high-level elixirs.
many.
A rough calculation shows that the value of the things on this list cannot be measured in gold coins at all, and may require tens of thousands of spirit stones. Master Yi looked at Han Yi, tens of thousands of spirit stones, a Lingzong monk can come up with so much
A spiritual stone?
It’s no wonder that Master Yi thinks so. On Lanyue Island, spiritual stones are almost only circulated among high-level spiritual cultivators, and the average spiritual sect monk’s net worth is only a thousand spiritual stones. Even some wealthy spiritual sect monks
, and his net worth is no more than a few thousand spirit stones.
The unit of 10,000 is almost the exclusive weights and measures for monks in the spirit general stage.
"Senior, the value of these things is too high and has exceeded the scope of my authority." Master Yi looked at the list and finally said helplessly.
"Well, then I can only call Master Xiao out." Han Yi looked at Master Yi and was not surprised. He put down the teacup in his hand.
As soon as he saw Han Yi's movement, Fang Yong grasped the handle of the long sword. The spiritual power flowed into his arm in an instant, and it exploded the moment he drew the sword. Master Yi's face changed drastically, and he was thinking about something quickly in his mind.
However, given his authority, he cannot make the final decision on such a huge transaction. His existence is only to deal with the heads of the families in Haicheng. Lingzong monks like Han Yi are usually received by Master Xiao.
.
Han Yi suddenly stood up from the square chair and stepped out. His speed was almost as if he was teleporting. Clang, the sound of drawing a sword echoed in the hall, the blade stirred up a burst of energy, and the curtain was cut by the energy.
, falling leisurely.
The green sword light extended out and slashed towards Han Yi's body. Fang Yong kept staring at Han Yi and did not relax his vigilance for a moment, so he drew his sword and attacked the moment Han Yi stood up.
But the next moment, Fang Yong's face was horrified. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, and his heart almost stopped beating. Han Yi stood in front of him, holding the blade he swung between two fingers. He didn't even use his spiritual power.
Those two fingers were like iron pliers. No matter how hard Fang Yong tried, he could not pull out the long knife.
The spiritual power in Fang Yong's body rose rapidly, and a wave of evil aura rushed towards his face. Master Yi's expression changed drastically, and he immediately walked away. The remaining guards guarded the door of the weapon refining room, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"It's interesting. You are the first person I have seen who can burst out with such momentum in the spiritual master stage." Han Yi smiled softly and quickly flicked the blade with his fingers. The terrifying power almost made the long sword fall from Fang Yong's hand.
When he came out, he took a few steps backwards, his arms stinging from the shock.
The aura that had been concentrated just now collapsed instantly, the energy and blood in the body surged, and the spiritual energy surged in the meridians in a chaotic manner.
Fang Yong almost spit out a mouthful of blood, and his luck immediately suppressed all the spiritual power, and his face turned slightly pale.
"You are not an early stage monk of Ling Sect." He stared at Han Yi closely, with a trace of fear in his eyes.
"Well, who told you that I am a monk in the early stage of Ling Sect?" Han Yi laughed and shook his head, "Why are you so nervous? I didn't want to force Master Xiao out of the weapon refining room."
Fang Yong and Master Yi looked at Han Yi with disbelief on their faces.
"Forget it, Master Yi, please help me prepare the first thirteen intermediate elixirs on the list. I want ten of each."
Hearing what Han Yi said, Master Yi took another look at the list. The first thirteen mid-level elixirs were not too precious, and were worth only more than a thousand spirit stones. But Master Yi looked at those elixirs, and his eyes flashed.
, seems to see something from it.
"Okay, senior, wait a minute, I will send someone to get the medicine immediately." Master Yi left quickly. In the corridor, he looked at the list, including star-washing grass, orchid, monkey fruit, companion grass...
.My eyes passed over each elixir, and I felt deep surprise in my heart.
"A spiritual liquid, such an ancient thing, yet someone still knows how to prepare it. Could it be that he is also an alchemist?"
Master Yi murmured to himself, walked through the corridor, and disappeared around the corner of the stairs in the distance.
Han Yi sat down on a square chair in the hall, and Fang Yong looked at him with fearful eyes.
"You should do the same. Don't look at me like that. I'm not a pretty woman." Han Yi smiled and said, "If I really came here to cause trouble, Qi Lingxuan would have been in ruins by now."
"Your Excellency, you have such a strong tone." Before Fang Yong could say anything, a voice suddenly floated in from outside the hall. At the same time, an invisible sense of oppression forced Han Yi, with an extremely cold breath.
Han Yi turned to look at the entrance of the hall. A middle-aged man in a purple brocade robe stepped in, his sharp eyes locked on Han Yi. At the same time, an even more terrifying energy enveloped Han Yi.
"Elder Wang." Fang Yong immediately bowed and saluted, and even the guards guarding the door of the weapon refiner also bowed their heads.
"Okay, you can go out. Now that I'm here, he can't make any big waves." Elder Wang waved his hand.
"Yes." Fang Yong responded and left the hall with several guards. After Elder Wang walked into the hall, he never looked at Han Yi again. He seemed to feel that as long as Elder Wang was there, he would never
Something unexpected might happen.
Elder Wang sat down on the square chair opposite Han Yi and looked him up and down.
"The aura on your body is very powerful, far exceeding that of many cultivators at the peak of the late Ling Sect. However, I cannot sense the existence of Xian Gang Qi in you. It is really rare that you are not a half-step spiritual general but have such a huge aura.
"Elder Wang looked at Han Yi and suddenly smiled, "Are you a disciple of Ling Mansion or an assassin of Shadow Hall?"
"What if he is a disciple of Lingfu? What if he is an assassin of Shadow Hall?"
"If you are a disciple of Lingfu, I will naturally treat you with courtesy, but if you are an assassin of Shadow Hall, you will have to stay here forever."
"Elder Wang is so confident. Ji has fought against Lingjiang monks many times. Although he was defeated, it is not difficult to escape."
"So you are a disciple of Lingfu?"
"Why do you see it?" Han Yi asked with a smile.
"The assassins of the Shadow Hall, in the later stages of the Ling Sect, all targeted the Ling General monks, and they basically never missed."
"It seems that there is still some gap between us Lingfu disciples and Shadow Hall assassins."
"Ji You, if the Shadow Hall assassins fight head-on, they will never be the opponents of your Lingfu disciples. Those are just rats living in the shadows and are not worth mentioning." Elder Wang smiled, his words full of hatred for the Shadow Hall.