The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

Bai Qinghua looked calm and composed at this time, but he was very excited in his heart. Those pieces were clearly fragments of the God and Demon Qin. When Bai Qinghua passed the stall just now, the God and Demon Qin in the sea of ​​​​consciousness suddenly buzzed, and the God and Demon Qin suddenly buzzed. Mo Qin and Bai Qinghua had the same mind, and immediately stopped.

The owner of the stall was a sloppy old man who looked to be nearly fifty years old, with a fifth-level cultivation level. At this time, he was sitting on the ground casually, holding a dark and shiny wine bottle in one hand, and the other hand. He rubbed it on his body from time to time. His eyes were cloudy and he seemed not sober, and there were still bright wine stains on the corners of his mouth.

Bai Qinghua knelt down in front of the stall and carefully looked at the several herbs on the oilcloth, and finally his eyes fell on the three beauty plants.

"Old man, how many spiritual stones do these herbs cost?"

Bai Qinghua pointed at the beauty and asked the old man Zui.

The old man looked up and saw a handsome young man squatting in front of his shabby stall. Although most of his face was covered with a mask, he still couldn't hide his splendor and even added a bit of mystery, as well as his cultivation. Very impressive, a flash of light quickly flashed in those turbid old eyes.

"Boy, do you want these beauties? This is what I almost lost my life in exchange for. It's not cheap."

A smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face, and he looked at Bai Qing's paintings as if he were looking at a pile of sparkling spiritual stones.

"Since you put it here, it is something valuable. Why don't you tell me how much it is and I will try to see if I can afford it so as not to disturb your enjoyment of drinking."

Bai Qinghua looked at the old man with a smile, but she didn't care whether he regarded her as a fat sheep. Even if she was a fat sheep, she still had the final say whether to be slaughtered or not.

"Haha, you are a smart guy at first glance. Beauty is a rare thing, but it is rare to find it. I have a fate with you today, and I just like you again. How about 30,000 low-grade spiritual stones? One plant only costs 10,000. If you can't buy a low-grade spiritual stone at this price at an auction, it must be at least twice as much."

The old man was eloquent and talked nonsense, as if he had really suffered a loss.

Bai Qinghua lowered his eyes, as if thinking about whether the price was appropriate, but he sneered in his heart. Although beauty drunk is precious, but without the blue-eyed fox, this is just a top-grade poisonous weed. How dare you ask her for 30,000 yuan? Low-grade spiritual stone, I really think she is a fool.

"Old man, can you tell me where you got these beautiful plants? They're not common in the wild."

Bai Qinghua did not answer the old man's words, but looked at the old man and asked.

The old man's cloudy eyes narrowed and he took a sip of wine before looking at Bai Qinghua.

"Boy, you know that the Forest of Death has a weak period once every ten years, right? This thing is of course only found in it. As for where it was picked, old man, I'm old, so I can't remember!"

"Oh, what about these? What is this? This is the first time I've seen it. It's neither gold nor wood nor jade. It's quite strange."

Bai Qinghua seemed to accidentally pick up a piece of debris piled aside and looked at it over and over.

"I don't know what this thing is, I just think it's strange so I haven't thrown it away."

The old man glanced at the things piled aside and drank the wine nonchalantly, not caring at all.

"Old man, 30,000 spirit stones are a bit expensive for Beauty Drunk. How about 20,000?"

Bai Qinghua turned his attention to Beauty Zui and asked.

"Twenty thousand! No, no! I worked hard to get this. Twenty thousand is absolutely impossible."

The old man's head shook like a rattle.

"And what about this?"

Bai Qing painted it on his waist, and a white jade wine bottle appeared in his hand. He lifted the cork slightly, and the rich aroma of wine spread in the air.

The old man who looked unhappy just now opened his eyes wide instantly, and reached out to grab the wine jar in Bai Qinghua's hand, but Bai Qinghua easily avoided it. The old man paused slightly, looked at Bai Qinghua, and then He set his sights on the jar of spiritual wine.

"Is this spiritual wine?"

The old man's eyes lit up as he looked at the wine jar. He had no other hobbies and just liked to drink this sip. He had drank a lot of ordinary wine and spiritual wine, but he had never drank such a fragrant spiritual wine just now. The alcohol bug in his stomach has begun to overwhelm him.

"Well, the spirit-containing fruit is mainly used, supplemented by dozens of precious elixirs. One sip can restore one-third of the spiritual power of the monks in the foundation-building stage, and the taste is mellow. It is definitely the best wine among the best wines. This pot of spiritual wine The price is definitely not lower than your beauty."

Bai Qinghua saw that the old man's mouth was about to drool, and he maliciously shook the spirit wine, letting the aroma of the wine overflow a little again, causing the old man to swallow his saliva.

"Sell! Sell! Sell! Take the 20,000 low-grade spiritual stones, beauty Zui, quickly! Give me the spiritual wine!"

The old man's eyes were only on the spirit wine, and his voice was urgent.

"Old man, in addition to those three beauty plants, I also want several other poisonous weeds on your stall, including that pile of things."

Bai Qinghua's eyes glanced around the stall and then looked at the old man.

The old man's eyes followed Bai Qinghua around the stall, but he didn't see where she stopped for a moment, and then he showed an expression that looked a bit like a heartache.

"Hmph! If it weren't for the sake of spiritual wine, I would never give you an advantage, kid. That's it. It's a deal!"

After saying these words in one breath, the old man took the spirit wine from Bai Qinghua's hand, as if he was afraid that she would regret it.