As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

A figure passed by in the forest. This person had a handsome face and a sense of arrogance between his eyebrows. It was Fang Han who was rushing to Fangshi from the sect.

Half a day later, Fang Han arrived at the entrance of Fangshi and saw two monks guarding the entrance. Both of them had the third level of Qi refining.

When Fang Han was about to enter Fangshi, the monk guarding the front said to Fang Han:

"Stop! Everyone entering Luohefang City needs to pay a low-grade spiritual stone."

Fang Han slapped his hand on the storage bag, and a low-grade spiritual stone appeared in his hand and handed it to the guard.

"go in"!

"Remember, you can't cause trouble in the city, let alone kill people, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."

After the guarding monk got the spirit stone, he waved his hand.

Fang Han ignored what he said and walked straight into Fangshi.

To the left of the city gate, there is a long street with many stalls.

"The Qi Gathering Pill only costs four spirit stones each, and the price is reasonable."

"A century-old ginseng, don't miss it if you pass by!"

"A good mid-level magic weapon only costs 70 yuan for a low-level stone."

From time to time, monks shouted loudly to solicit business, but most people sat quietly in front of the stalls, placing a sign next to what they were selling to mark the required spiritual stones.

Those setting up stalls are all casual cultivators and disciples from small families.

In Luohefang City, the security is pretty good. There are three patrol teams with middle-stage Qi Refining cultivation, each team has six people.

Of course, these alone are far from enough, but the master of this city has the early stage of foundation building and the entire city is shrouded in the second level formation.

If you don't have some strength and background, you won't dare to cause trouble in the city. If you do, you will be impatient.

Fang Han stopped and walked along the way, looking at the dazzling array of goods. Although there were many items, the quality was not very good. After all, they were small cultivators and small families. There were three or two big cats and kittens in them. What could they have? nice one.

It seems that if you want to buy a suitable magic weapon, you have to go to the store opened here. Fang Han walked directly to the most prosperous part of the city center.

Taking a closer look, I saw the pavilions and pavilions. The floors were paved with jade. There were many fewer monks coming and going than in the surrounding areas.

Fang Han came to an antique building and saw the three words "Wanbao Pavilion" written with dragons and phoenixes on the door. Fang Han walked in.

A girl in pink saw Fang Han coming in and stepped forward on lotus steps to greet him.

"Fellow Taoist, what do you need? This little lady can recommend something to you."

Her voice is soft and waxy, but not weak, and her words have a refreshing feeling.

Fang Han raised his eyes and looked at the girl up and down.

A bright and attractive upturned face, with a faint look on her eyebrows, her skin is as smooth as white jade, three thousand black hair scattered around her waist, and her red lips are so delicate.

Fang Han looked at the girl until a faint blush appeared on both sides of her cheeks, and then looked away.

"This fairy, I want to buy a low-grade magic weapon."

Fang Han said with a smile.

The girl in pink clothes said: "Our store has just received a batch of magical instruments and talismans this month. My Taoist friends came at the right time."

After saying this, the girl walked to the cabinet where the magical artifacts were stored. She connected the spells and the restrictions on it were quickly broken. With a wave of her hand, three exquisite wooden boxes were suspended in her hands. The girl's Lianbu Qingtai returned to Fang Han stood still in front of him.

"Fellow Taoist, this little lady has chosen three low-grade magic weapons for you. They are all of excellent quality."

The girl used her bare hands to open the three wooden boxes, and each shimmering mini magic weapon lay quietly in the wooden box.

When Fang Han saw these magical artifacts, he showed an expression of hesitation on his face. The workmanship of Wanbao Pavilion's magical artifacts was not comparable to those sold at other stalls. Both the refining techniques and the materials used were of the highest quality.

The girl seemed to have read Fang Han's thoughts, and said to Fang Han in a soft and soft tone: "Fellow Taoist, little girl, please explain this magical weapon to you one by one"!

"When the time comes, you can choose the one that suits you best."

"Okay, then Fairy Lao is here."

Fang Han nodded.

Seeing Fang Han nod, the maid in pink clothes showed a nice smile on her face, and began to introduce the magic weapon to Fang Han.

Thunder Feather Bow: It is made from the spiritual bones and sinews of the monster Black Feather Bird, and the arrows are cast from Purple Thunder Bamboo.

It has strong penetrating power and can easily penetrate the shield formed by low-level talismans. When you purchase this bow, you will get ten arrows for free. When the arrows are used up, you can also use mana to turn them into arrows, but the power will be weakened.

Flame Fan: Made from fire gold sand and the scales of the fire spirit python, the fan is painted with flame patterns and can release a fire dragon condensed by flames.

Frost Sword: Refined from cold iron and black crystal ore, it can emit an ice blade. Enemies hit by the sword will be transformed into ice sculptures by the sword energy, freezing all life.

"Fairy, I want this frost sword."

"Taoist Friend's perspective, the Frost Sword is the best among these three low-grade magic weapons. The price of this sword, Taoist Friend, is 35 low-grade spiritual stones."

The girl in pink said with a smile.

As soon as Fang Han patted it, 35 low-grade spiritual stones flew out of the storage bag and landed on the counter.

After the girl put away the spirit stone, she handed the wooden box containing the Frost Sword to Fang Han.

After putting the wooden box into the storage bag, he walked out of Wanbao Pavilion and found an inn to stay. There were a few tables of monks in the inn. Fang Han found a seat in the corner and sat down.

"My guest, may I ask what you need?"

A man dressed as a waiter asked. This man had a level of Qi refining.

"Let's get some of your signature dishes and a pot of spiritual wine and arrange a private room."

"Okay! There are three low-grade spiritual stones in total."

Fang Han waved his hand and three more spiritual stones appeared on the table. After the waiter put away the spiritual stones, he went down with a smile on his face.

"I didn't expect that the monks at the bottom of the world of cultivation are just like ordinary people, stooping for a little spiritual stone."

This also strengthened Fang Han's determination to become stronger, no matter what means.

Soon the dishes and spiritual wine were served. This dish was not an ordinary dish but was made from monster meat. Eating it can slightly enhance your cultivation, which is comparable to a day of meditation practice.

After three rounds of wine and five delicious dishes, Fang Han came to the guest room on the second floor with satisfaction.

He took out the low-grade magic weapon Frost Sword purchased from Wanbao Pavilion, and dripped blood on the Frost Sword with his fingertips. A red light flashed across the sword, indicating that he had recognized its owner.

Fang Han slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and murmured: "The spiritual stones are almost gone again. There are only ten pieces of spiritual stones left from Li Hu."

"Before leaving the sect, I also accepted the task of killing Zhang Hao. As long as I kill Zhang Hao, I can get the proceeds from his killing and selling goods, and I can also get the task reward of 15 yuan spiritual stones."

A trace of greed flashed in Fang Han's eyes.