The old man's words made Gan Ping and the others breathe, and there was no way to vent their depressed emotions, but it was no wonder that the old man in front of him, he was just a mere mortal, of course he didn't understand the mystery of this Ming Sui Pill, and it was correct to answer this way for fear of being deceived. But the monk who spoke before on the side couldn't help it again: "You old man, you really have no eyes, don't you know that these twenty Ming Sui Pills are much more valuable than the seven-grade flying sword you want?

But the old man just refused to let go, and said a lot of words, maybe he was old and his mind was a little confused, but from that few words, Gan Ping also understood the reason. It turned out that although this old man couldn't cultivate the truth, his son and daughter-in-law were disciples of a small sect nearby, although their cultivation was not very high, but they loved each other, and their lives were still passable. But I didn't expect that one day when I went out, the husband and wife disappeared together, and they couldn't turn back for several years, eighty percent of them encountered some accidents, and it is not a new thing that such a small person in the cultivation realm falls every day.

The couple had a son, and because the two were not an accident when they were on a mission to the sect, there was no compensation. The old man worked hard to bring up this grandson, and this child was also angry, and was selected by the sect again and stepped into the immortal path. The family is happy, and the people living in this Juzhen Fort are the same, they think about cultivating to become immortals and immortal every day, and there is a cultivator in the family, so they are naturally overjoyed.

It's a pity that although he was selected into the sect, where is this small sect as rich in resources as Miaocheng Sect, not even a magic sword was issued, but only a few spirit stones were rewarded for him to cultivate on his own. This is not about to be a big competition at the end of the year, and the old man thought that his grandson did not have a flying sword in his hand, so he took the things left by his son and daughter-in-law before his death to see if he could exchange it for a flying sword.

This old man has never cultivated the truth, but he can't tell the quality of the items, but he has a temper and stubbornness, before his son had a seven-grade lower-level flying sword in his hand, he had seen it, and he didn't know other grades, so he insisted on this seven-grade flying sword. Pity him, he didn't know that most of the most valuable items of this cultivator were placed in the storage bag he carried with him, and his son and daughter-in-law were not high in cultivation, so how could there be any good things at home?

But the old man's words made all the cultivators present suffocate again, except for Gan Ping, most of the rest are low-level casual cultivators who have practiced for more than 100 years, and the word family affection has long been forgotten in the back of their minds, and now seeing this old man's actions, they all sighed in their hearts. At this moment, a shout came from outside the crowd, "Let me let let let me, what are you doing? What are you doing?"

Gan Ping realized that a lot of people had already gathered around him after a short while, and a few people came in from the crowd outside, and the person at the head was burly and had a fierce face, dressed in a strange red robe, and his shoulders were shining with silver. The person who came was the guards of this treasure fort, and these guards usually had the duty of maintaining order, and they couldn't help but come and check it out when they saw the crowds gathered here.

Gan Ping looked at it, the cultivation of these people was not too high, and the person who led the way was also the cultivation of the middle level of the liquid. But Gan Ping remembered that there were no less than 100 guards in this red robe all the way, and if they formed a large array, even the monks of the Jindan realm would not dare to act recklessly. "What are you doing here? Don't you want to buy and sell by force?" The big man led by the leader saw Gan Ping's clothes, his eyes flashed, but he didn't show anything unusual, and his face was businesslike.

Gan Ping hurriedly told the matter again, the big man frowned slightly, and said to the old man: "Old Wangtou, you don't understand the things of cultivating immortals, the price offered by this son is indeed much higher than what you opened, are you taking advantage of it, why don't you take it quickly?"

But what he didn't expect was that the old man was stubborn and abnormal, and he was determined to fly the sword, but the pill resolutely refused. This made it difficult for this big man. Gan Ping originally had several flying swords in his hands, but a few days ago, when he was arranging the mountain protection array, he put all the disease flying swords into the sword array to increase his power, but he didn't expect to encounter such a big problem.

In fact, he still has a flying sword in his hand, but he doesn't want to exchange this flying sword at all unless he has to. It's just that this witch drum is quite important to me. After thinking for a while, Gan Ping raised the jade bottle in his hand and said aloud to the onlookers on the side: "Everyone, I have twenty Ming Sui Pills here, and I want a seven-grade flying sword, I don't know which one is willing to exchange love?" Seeing that more and more people were gathering, Gan Ping was afraid that something would go wrong, so he came up with this method.

The crowd below talked about it, this Ming Sui Pill is a good thing, if it is really exchanged at a low price, eighteen grains can be exchanged for a flying sword, then the remaining two grains are earned. The leader of the guards on the side also showed a look of envy, he actually had a flying sword in his hand, but the rules of this Juzhen Castle, the guards were not allowed to participate in the transaction, otherwise they would never be hired, so he had to hold back. Compared with this small profit, the monthly salary is important.

What Gan Ping didn't expect was that he shouted a few times one after another, but there was no answer, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. In fact, the monks who were watching were also quite pitiful, and there were many large and small shops in this treasure castle, no matter what kind of treasures. But these people can only explore and try their luck at this roadside stall, where is there any other reason besides being shy in their pockets? Some monks are not worth as much as a seven-grade flying sword, if they have a surplus flying sword in their hands, they would have already taken it out in exchange for the spirit stone elixir to enhance their cultivation, after all, compared to these things outside the body, the improvement of cultivation is the most important. There is no door and no sect, and the pocket is shy, this is the sadness of scattered cultivation.

Seeing that more and more people gathered, the faces of the guards on the side became more and more ugly, if this continues, there will be congestion, and when the time comes, there will be no good fruit to eat. Gan Ping had no way to cross his heart, so he wanted to exchange the flying sword in the ring that he didn't want to take out, when a voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "Slow down, I have a flying sword here, it's just right." I saw a man with the appearance of a boy walking in from outside the crowd, and it seemed that he had been watching for a long time, holding a small yellow flying sword in his hand, playing endlessly.

Gan Ping couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward and took out the jade bottle, "Thank you brother Tai for your help, since this is the case, then we..." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pick up the flying sword in the man's hand, but he didn't expect the man to really shrink his hand, and Gan Ping pounced. "Slow down, slow down, I don't want to change the pill with this flying sword. Gan Ping was surprised, and couldn't help asking: "Then dare to ask Brother Tai what he wants to exchange? If he can, he will definitely exchange with Brother Tai." ”

The man dressed as a boy pointed to the witch drum in Gan Ping's other hand and said, "I'll change this..." Eh?" Gan Ping raised his eyes, and the person on the other side looked at him with a smile, it was obvious that this person also noticed the extraordinaryness of this witch drum, "Then there is no need, since you are not sincere, then I will find another way." Gan Ping saw that he was here to stir up the situation, and he couldn't help but look slightly cold, although it was all leaks, it was his eyesight that took the test. But this comes first and then comes, and it must be understood one by one, and the person in front of him clearly wants to come and insert a lever. Gan Ping walked quickly to the front of the stall, and a small flying sword several inches long and shining green appeared in his palm, which was a good flying sword of the seventh grade.

This flying sword was not left by Xuan Mingzi, nor was it a reward from the elders in the sect, but it was obtained by killing Qingruo outside Xiaoyue City that day, Gan Ping has been reluctant to take it out, just because this is a stolen goods, and he is not until this Qingruo's Shimen inheritance, maybe this Qingruo's master Zongmen is near here, and it will inevitably be troublesome at that time, but there is no longer a lot of care in front of him, and this witch drum is determined to win.

Gan Ping only hated why he didn't exchange this flying sword early just now, it was better than taking out the stolen goods in front of everyone, and only prayed in his heart that there was no one familiar with this flying sword here. It's a pity that it backfired, and at the moment when Gan Ping took out the flying sword, on the stall next to him, a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the stall owner who was dressed like a madman, It's not in vain that I have been here for more than a year, little thief, finally let me wait for you!