Villain: I am not good at fighting.

"Master, Kunshan Secret Realm is extremely dangerous. I am not good at fighting. A few days ago, my best friend recommended me to come here to buy some magic tools."

Liu Muqing explained indifferently that thirty feet was just the attack range of the Fanyin Flute. Even if she was exposed, she could still kill the Taoist priest in Qingshanshan quickly.

But in this way, those mortals will also be affected...

"I wonder who is the Taoist friend who recommended the girl here?"

"Meining."

Mei Ning was the female cultivator with the highest cultivation level among the cultivators killed by Liu Muqing before. She was at the seventh level of Qi Refining and also had a scroll of Qingshan Collection in her storage bag.

"So it's the fragrance of blood plums. Fellow Daoist Mei Ningmei's friend, may I ask why Fellow Daoist Mei didn't come with you this time?"

The Taoist priest in green shirt knew Mei Ning, but judging from his expression, he was obviously not familiar with Mei Ning. Liu Muqing immediately felt relieved and put away the Sanskrit flute hidden in her sleeve.

"There was a man named Song Nao who wrote her a love letter, but she ruthlessly abandoned me. No matter how good a best friend is, how can it compare to an invitation from the one you love?"

"Uh... Junior Brother Song Zhi."

The Taoist in green was a little embarrassed, because Song Zhi was his fellow disciple. He had been away for a few months and had not come back much recently.

"Miss, do you have a pass from Fellow Daoist Mei?"

The pass is a spiritual power map produced by Qingyang Temple and Yunshan Sect, and was distributed to other independent cultivators through the independent cultivators who had previously participated in the fair.

Originally, independent cultivators would come here with strangers and bring the pass with them. It was quite rare for Mei Ning to give the pass to others and not come himself.

So the Taoist priest in green wanted to confirm again whether the pass was given to Liu Muqing by Mei Ning himself.

"Have."

Liu Muqing threw the scroll that belonged to Mei Ning over. The Taoist priest in green opened it and confirmed that it was correct. He smiled and apologized:

"Yes, it is indeed the pass from Fellow Daoist Mei. Song Feng has never met the young lady before. I apologize for my presumptuous behavior just now."

"Matsukaze?"

"That... Song Zhi is my fellow apprentice brother."

"Can a Taoist priest marry?"

When Liu Muqing saw Song Zhi, he was dressed like a young man, and was being affectionate with Mei Ning by the stream. Unexpectedly, he was a Taoist priest.

"Uh...this..."

"Forget it, that's their business, Taoist Priest, goodbye!"

Anyway, there were already two dead people. Liu Muqing tiptoed, jumped over the pine wind, and entered the city. In the eyes of the mortal soldiers, Liu Muqing's figure just flashed and disappeared.

Song Feng on the city wall stared blankly at Liu Muqing's disappearing back. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Why did Song Zhi go out to pick up girls while he had to stay here to watch the city gate?

He simply turned around, gave a few instructions to the mortal soldiers, then put down his carrying pole and chased after Liu Muqing's back.

"Girl, wait for me!"

"Master, is there anything else?"

Liu Muqing slowly turned around and asked with a smile while squinting her eyes.

"Haha, the young lady just said that she wanted to buy some magical instruments for herself. I am not very talented, but I just happen to know that some fellow Taoists have some good magical instruments. I would like to recommend some to the young lady."

Song Feng explained with a gentle expression and good intentions, but his eyes were looking at the ground from beginning to end and did not linger on Liu Muqing.

After all, Liu Muqing was at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and her cultivation was much higher than his.

"In that case, thank you very much, Taoist priest."

Liu Muqing was stunned for a moment, then paused and nodded with a smile.

"No thanks, please follow me, girl."

Song Feng led the way and guided Liu Muqing to the location of Qingshanji, saving her a lot of effort in searching.

Walk along the main road through two alleys, then turn left and enter an uninhabited teahouse. Pass through the back door of the teahouse and the surroundings become briefly blurry.

Walking out of the back door, a huge circular square appeared in front of Liu Muqing, with layers of stone steps leading up to the edge of the square.

It is three meters wide and seven feet high. Every few meters, there is a monk sitting cross-legged with a cloth spread in front of him, on which are placed various items.

Liu Muqing took a quick look around and found magical herbs and medicines, talismans, elixirs, magical instruments and array plates. She wondered why all these Qi-refining cultivators were richer than her.

Then he shifted his gaze to the center of the square. In the center of the huge square, there was a lonely rocking chair, and lying on the rocking chair was a Foundation Establishment monk with a big belly and a greasy face.

He rocked his chair as if no one was around, holding a mortal book titled "Silver Luo Illustrations: The National Master Chapter 2" in his hand.

Judging from his obscene eyes and the way he swallowed his saliva from time to time, it was not difficult to guess the type of book it was.

"Miss Liu, this way please."

Song Feng bowed slightly to the foundation-building cultivator in the center, and without caring whether the other party reacted or not, he led Liu Muqing to a stall on the third level of the stone steps.

On the way here, Song Feng asked Liu Muqing's name. Liu Muqing thought that she didn't want to embarrass her master when she was away from home, so she planned to give the name Hongqiu.

But on second thought, the Hongluan Sect was very famous in the evil world, and if he reported Hongqi's name, he might be exposed directly, so he reported his real name with a little regret.

"Old Wang, business is here. Take out your indigo cinnabar halberd and show it to Miss Liu."

Song Feng brought Liu Muqing to a relatively remote stall, the owner of which was a burly man wearing a sable fur coat.

When one reaches the seventh level of Qi Refining, the skin is taut and the muscles are distinct, the practice method should be towards horizontal body-building exercises.

"Oh, what a beautiful girl... Uh, sorry girl, Brother Songfeng, sorry, I was distracted just now, I was distracted, haha."

The big man's stall was located right behind the foundation-building cultivator in the center. Just now, his eyes had been fixed on the book of the foundation-building cultivator.

Hearing Song Feng coming to say hello, he subconsciously turned his head and couldn't help but admire Liu Muqing's beauty. But then, he discovered Liu Muqing's cultivation level, and quickly changed his words and lowered his head to laugh awkwardly.

In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is respected. No matter how stunning Liu Muqing's appearance is, her cultivation level is there and these low-level Qi-refining cultivators dare not look at her any longer.

What's more, these independent cultivators have no sect or school, and if they don't keep a low profile, it will be difficult for them to survive until they reach the stage of building their foundation.

Song Feng seemed to be quite friendly with the burly man. He was worried that the burly man would annoy Liu Muqing, so he hurriedly urged him.

"Stop talking nonsense, take out the treasure quickly and introduce it to Miss Liu."

"Oh, yes, yes..."

The burly man took out a broken halberd as long as his arm from his storage bag, injected a trace of spiritual power into it, and began to introduce it in a torrent of words.

"Miss, this is a mid-grade magic weapon, called the Blue Indigo Cinnabar Halberd, weighing 123 kilograms. Look at the tip of the halberd, it has two blades and three points, and is extremely sharp.

Look at this halberd handle, it is extremely thick, engraved with spiral stripes, and not easy to slip out of the hand. Combined with the water-attributed spiritual root, it can exert a power that is no less than that of a top-grade magical weapon.

If I wasn't so tight on money, I would have to sell it for at least fifty low-grade spirit stones. Since the girl was introduced by Brother Songfeng, I'll give her a 20% discount, forty low-grade spirit stones."