Han Bingyi and Amu were in front, and the water was behind, and the three of them swam in the fairy concentration to watch.

Han Bingyi is flawless and cold, which naturally attracts the attention of countless people, and Amu is dressed in a white robe and has a handsome appearance, which is also quite eye-catching. It is a little lonely from the water behind, and it is also a dusty temperament, and the dust is not clean.

When these three people walked together, they naturally attracted monks from all over the world to watch.

"Who's that woman?"

"I don't know, most of the costumes are disciples of the Northern Han Sect!"

"That young man in white, how does he feel like a mortal?"

"Uh! The Northern Han Immortal Gate is worthy of being the three major immortal gates of the Northern Wilderness, and there is such a character!"

"Brother, don't look away! How can someone walking with such a woman be a mortal, maybe she is a master of the spiritual realm!"

"That's too young! I haven't heard that the Northern Cold Sect has such a spirit realm master!"

"Don't talk nonsense, you don't know it, don't you have it! Don't you see that their followers are all temperamental and elegant?"

I really don't know if I am not familiar with it, those monks who are not from the Northern Han Sect, because they do not have preconceived ideas, but they feel that Amu, especially Lishui, is not good.

However, these words were heard by some Beihan disciples next to them, thinking who they were talking about, so they hurriedly turned their heads to take a look. When I saw that it was Amu and Lishui, some of them were so angry that they almost fainted.

"Aren't those two well-known wastes from the Northern Han Sect?"

"Damn! How can the first beauty of the Northern Cold walk with them!"

"Good cabbage makes the pig arch!"

"Be quiet, let Han Bingyi hear that you are going to die!"

"Hey, that old man, tell you, those are my two waste cultivators in Beihan who can't raise immortal roots!

The monk who was called was stunned for a moment, then shook his head helplessly and muttered to himself: "Mortals, two waste cultivators are so temperamental! Lao Tzu, a beginner cultivator of the ninth order, can't actually be a jade tree in the wind, it's really fucking unfair!"

No matter what others were talking about, most of them were admiring the three of them, but the discussions of the Beihan disciples did not dare to reach Han Bingyi's ears.

The three of Amu watched while walking, and occasionally Han Bingyi explained all kinds of strange things to the two. Han Bingyi is a person of the void spirit, and his knowledge is far above the two of them, so Amu and Lishui also benefit a lot.

After passing through more than 100 stalls, the three of them did not find anything they liked. In fact, it's not that there are no treasure-level flying sword magic weapons and the like, but Amu's vision is quite high. The treasure-level flying sword was smashed by himself, so he couldn't look down on it, and he only wanted to get a spirit-level treasure, but that kind of thing was something that could be encountered but not sought.

The mysterious and familiar aura that Amu sensed just now came and went.

"Senior Sister Han, have you ever felt anything different in this immortal set!" Amu asked.

Han Bingyi frowned and said, "In addition to my Northern Han's four great Supreme Spirit Cultivators, there are at least seven or eight Supreme Spirit level masters on this Immortal Collection!"

Amu nodded, this amount was about the same as what his magic sense had detected.

"Senior Sister Han, apart from these monks, is there anything else special?" Amu said again.

"What do you mean?" said Han Bing.

"For example, is there any mysterious aura and so on!"

"Nope. Why do you feel something?" Han Bingyi looked at Amu Dao meaningfully.

"Well, I'll talk about it casually!" Amu said busily, he had personally said to Han Bingyi that he couldn't do anything like that, and he said it righteously and impassionedly.

"Your divine sense is a little special! I think about it now, you attacked me with your divine sense!" Han Bingyi glared at Amu, it was at that moment that he lost his mind, Han Bingyi did not dodge Amu's attack, and was directly hit by Amu to the ground.

"Really, then I'd like to think about that night!" said Amugu in thought.

"Don't pretend to be your cultivator, stinky boy!" Han Bingyi heard that Amu wanted to think about the scene of that night, and suddenly lost his face, snorted coldly, and ignored Amu anymore.

At this time, with Han Bingyi's wisdom, he had already thought through everything that night, Amu was by no means a waste cultivator, but he couldn't see through it.

Saying that, the three of them turned a corner, and there was a very inconspicuous small stall in front, but there was not a single customer, and the seller turned out to be a mother-in-law in red. Red as blood, white as frost, the old woman sat on a wicker chair, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

"Huh?" Walking here, Amu's heart suddenly moved, and the familiar feeling of heartbeat suddenly became stronger.

The Danhai is churning, and the magic consciousness is surging.

"Senior Sister Han, let's take a look over there!" Amu remained silent, and the three of them ran to the booth of the red-clothed mother-in-law.

Flowers: The mother-in-law bought all kinds of flowers. These flowers are all wrapped in a group of light formed by one spell. It's all glamorous, colorful, but all the flowers, Amu can't name them.

Some of those flowers resemble hibiscus, some resemble camellias, and some resemble plum blossoms, begonias, and so on, but if you look closely, none of them are not!

Such a beautiful flower, no one looks at it, it is deserted. Amu felt very weird, and he frowned slightly from the water.

"These are not ordinary flowers!" Han Bingyi explained as he saw what the two were thinking.

"Oh?" Amu and Lishui were both stunned.

"These are the flowers of the monks, don't look at the beauty of those flowers, several of them are afraid that they are highly poisonous, even I dare not provoke them easily!" Han Bingyi looked at the flowers.

Ah Mu and Lishui didn't expect that these delicate flowers actually contained a poison that even monks could not stop.

"Girl, do you want to buy flowers?" I saw that the woman in red opened her eyes, but her eyes were dim, but she was indeed a monk. There will be no mortals who can come here to do business, but this red-clothed mother-in-law's cultivation is only the appearance of the third or fourth order of the first order, and it can be said that she is the lowest level of monks, and it seems that there is not much longevity, and she is about to die.

"Mmmm, mother-in-law, your flowers are so poisonous!" Han Bingyi smiled, looking at those flowers, people and flowers reflect each other, the flowers are beautiful, and the people are more colorful.

"Hehe!" the red-haired mother-in-law smiled, with a bunch of wrinkles on her face, "The ancestors have passed down and are about to be lost when they come to me!

"Hmm!" Han Bing was noncommittal, but he was really interested in looking at the flowers. Perhaps loving flowers, like loving beauty, is a woman's nature.

"Young man, take a good look, don't be stingy, let down other girls!" The mother-in-law in red looked like a person who had come over, and looked at Amu with a smile.

Amu laughed dryly, his magic sense dispersed, and he always felt that this red-clothed mother-in-law was not an ordinary character. But the demonic sense dispersed, and the strong feeling just now disappeared again, and the mother-in-law in front of her was indeed a beginner third- or fourth-order monk, and she was afraid that she would not live for a few years. Isn't it the mother-in-law's problem?

"Senior Sister Han, if you like that kind of flower, I'll give it to you!" Amu began to pay attention to those flowers.

"Girl, buy a pot of 'Soulless Grass for Forgetting'!" the red-clothed mother-in-law pointed to a pot of nine-leaf fairy grass on the ground that was shrouded in green light but emitted a faint blue light.

"Forget the soul and forget the grass?" Han Bingyi heard of it for the first time.

"This grass is a different species, it will not wither for a hundred years, it can solve the worries of life every day, and the girl may need it in the future!" said the red-haired mother-in-law with squinted eyes.

"Will I use it in the future?" Han Bing couldn't help but smile, "Mother-in-law, I'm an immortal cultivator, and I'm dedicated to seeking the Tao, so why worry?"

"Hehe! People are old, and they talk a lot! Don't blame the girl!" The mother-in-law said to Amu again: "Little brother, just send a pot of soul-forgetting and worry-free grass! Girl worry-free, you will be happy!"

I don't know weishenme, Amu always feels that this red-clothed mother-in-law has something to say.

"Well, then buy a pot of Soul Forgetting Grass without worrying about it!" Amu looked at Han Bingyi and saw that he didn't seem to have any objection, "Mother-in-law, how many spirit stones are there in this Worry-Free Grass?"

"One thousand bronze-level spirit coins!" the white-haired mother-in-law looked at Amu with a smile.

A pot of flowers, 1,000 bronze-level spirit coins, 100,000 spirit stones?