Seeing this, the little fat man hurriedly placed the spirit grass neatly, and then raised his head and said to Xiao Qianhan: "My friend, you can't say that. You should also know that Beiwuzhou is a spirit grass that does not contain spiritual power. grown. These are all brought from other continents, and this is the only one."

Xiao Qianhan glanced at it and didn't leave, "Just this one?"

"Of course! I dare to slap my chest on this point!" Seeing hope, the little fat man immediately slapped his chest hard, and the fat around him trembled.

"How to trade?" Xiao Qianhan asked again.

"A Ziyang Pill." The little fat man stretched out a fat finger.

"Ziyang Pill?" Xiao Qianhan raised his eyebrows and looked at the little fat man amused. One Purple Sun Pill is basically equal to ten Purple Void Pills, and one Purple Void Pill is enough to exchange ten so many spirit grasses in front of them, which is still soul power.

Seeing Xiao Qianhan's half-smiling expression, the little fat man hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and insisted: "That's right! It's a Ziyang Pill! Rareness is precious! There is only one piece of these spirit grasses, and they are naturally worthless. Fei!"

"Oh." Xiao Qianhan responded lightly, turned around and left. The little fat man saw that she seemed to want it, so the lion opened his mouth!

She really wanted it, Ziyang Dan was nothing to her, but she couldn't let others take her as a scapegoat.

Seeing this, the little fat man hurriedly spoke again, "Zi Xudan! It's Zi Xudan! I just said it wrong!"

Zixudan? Xiao Qianhan laughed in his heart, ignored it, and continued to turn around.

The little fat man was in a hurry, and immediately walked around to the front and grabbed Xiao Qianhan, "Gathering Soul Powder! Can't you just use one Soul Gathering Powder?"

Xiao Qianhan was held back, turned his head and smiled lightly: "Two soul-returning pills."

The soul-returning pill was the lowest-level soul-recovery pill that she and Meng Tianyin had sold before. The Soul Gathering Powder was an intermediate-level soul-recovery pill for Long Yu and Yuan Shu to use in their later cultivation.

The value of one Soul Gathering Powder is equal to ten Soul Returning Pills.

The little fat man gritted his teeth again, his face was aching, and he stretched out three fat fingers, "Three! No less!" If Xiao Qianhan was the first person to ask about this spirit grass in the past few months, he would Will never sell at this price!

That's his monthly ration!

"Deal." Xiao Qianhan was very happy this time and agreed. Then he took out three soul-returning pills and put them in the hands of the little fat man. With a wave of his hand, he took away the pile of spirit grass and planted them in the Wan Ding Seal.

In the past, there were only spirit pills, and there was no spirit grass containing spiritual power, which led to the consumption of spirit pills less and less. Now she is not afraid! Just eat it, and use the spirit grass that grows out to refine the spirit pills.

Seeing Xiao Qianhan suddenly so happy, the little fat man felt cheated! Someone gave him an estimate before he came, how could those spirit grasses be worth four soul-returning pills!

But things have been sold...

After Xiao Qianhan left, the little fat man began to clean up the booth a little depressed. Because there is only this pile of spirit grass in his booth, and other things have been sold out in previous gatherings, and this pile of spirit grass has not been bought, and it has been delayed until now.

At this time, a tall and thin man came over, glanced at the depressed little fat man, and said, "Little fat man, your baby is sold so cheaply?"

The little fat man looked up at the tall and thin man, ignored it, and continued to lower his head to clean up.

He only sold that pile of spirit grass at several rallies in a row, so he was laughed at, saying that the pile of spirit grass was his treasure. At first, he refuted it, but more and more people spoke later. He simply stopped talking, and others could say whatever they liked. He sold his.

The tall and thin man was accustomed to the little fat man's silence, and he was not angry, and continued to say: "Didn't you say it was worth four soul-returning pills? Why did you only sell three?"

The little fat man was depressed because of this, so he replied, "They only give three, what can I do!"

"Of course there is a way." The tall and thin man smiled mysteriously, waiting for the little fat man to ask.

Sure enough, the little fat man immediately asked, "What can I do?"

"The assembly is not under the control of the courtyard, so there are no rules. The only rule is that you are not allowed to buy or sell by force. If you say that you are asking for four soul-returning pills, and the other party only gives three, what do you think will be the result?" The tall and thin man whispered in the little fat man's ear, and then sneered.

"Here, people give three, and I agree. It's not good to say that." The little fat man was quite confused.

"Whatever you say, it's a soul-returning pill!" The tall and thin man looked casual, but his words were not without temptation.

The little fat man lowered his head and said nothing, and did not continue to clean up the booth.

When the tall and thin man saw this, he laughed and walked away.

After a while, Xiao Qianhan finished the rally and planned to leave.

Turning around in a circle, there was nothing worthy of her attention except for the pile of spirit grass. She just saw a stall selling Fu Zan, and she chose the type and bought some.

Just as she walked to the exit of the meeting, she was stopped by someone. And the person who stopped her was the little fat man who sold her the spirit grass before.

"Looking for me?" She glanced at the little fat man suspiciously.

The little fat man stretched out his fat hand towards Xiao Qianhan, "You still owe me a soul-returning pill."

The sound was not loud, but it immediately attracted the attention of the people around him, especially the tall and thin man standing not far behind the little fat man.

"Hey, there's another strong buyer and strong seller!" One of them was loud and attracted the attention of many people.

"Really! Who is this, why doesn't it seem like I've seen it before?" Someone next to him said cooperatively.

"It's new! I heard that there seems to be someone in Cave No. 36." The tall and thin man also followed.

All of a sudden, the onlookers started to talk all over the place.

Xiao Qianhan frowned slightly, glanced at the three tall and thin men, and directly took out a Spiritual Return Pill and placed it in the little fat man's hand.

Seeing this, the little fat man quickly put away his face with joy, and then turned to leave.

A few tall and thin men frowned when they saw this, but they didn't move.

But Xiao Qianhan moved, and she stopped Fatty instead.

"You, what are you doing?" The little fat man was a little scared. He is just a subordinate. After he came to No. 9 Courtyard, his master died and no one was willing to take him in, so he became a subordinate that no one wanted. He had almost no resources for cultivation, and could only rely on the struggles of others. Picking up leftovers, or someone dies, he goes there as soon as possible, maybe he can pick up something. The pile of spirit grass was picked up from a person who was killed when he arrived at the No. 9 courtyard.

In short, he was able to get to where he is today, in addition to cultivation, he just picked it up.

"That pile of spirit grass, I'm only willing to buy it at the price of three soul-returning pills, and now you force me to buy it with four soul-returning pills, it should be a forced sale." Xiao Qianhan looked at the little fat man, Said that on purpose.

As soon as the little fat man heard it, he was just as Xiao Qianhan thought - he was frightened!

"I... I don't have it! This... this is what you are willing to give!" The little fat man quibble.