Meng Hao was not far away. He saw the man calling for help before he could get out of the open area on the flat roof. He was directly pierced through the neck by a flying sword in the hands of the big man behind him, and he fell to the ground with a cavity of blood. After a few convulsions, he died of anger, his storage bag was searched by the big man, and he turned and stepped into the public area.
This bloody scene caused Meng Hao's eyes to shrink for a while, and he took a closer look at Pingdingshan, where the sound of killing came, and the wind blew the smell of blood, falling into Meng Hao's nose.
"Although this place can make people rich, it is extremely dangerous. For the purpose of cultivation, for the pill and spirit stone, it is even worthy of life... Something is not worth it. Moreover, there are many sects that are unreasonable, especially in this public area. So, it happens to be such a rule, here you can kill, you can snatch, almost whatever you want." Meng Hao frowned and saw that outside the public area, many low-level disciples did not step inside, but waited outside. Opportunity, their cultivation base is not high, and they often rush in as soon as the opportunity arrives, but most of the people inside are also guarded, and the fight is very chaotic. Although Meng Hao's cultivation was only the peak of the third layer of Qi Condensation, he was chaotic at this moment, and if he was not careful, he would inevitably be injured, and the seizure would not last long.
But Meng Hao wondered about the lack of spiritual stones in his pocket. If he waited for the sect to send the spiritual stones every time, he didn't know how many years he would have to wait. At this moment, he suddenly understood why this open area was dangerous, but there were still disciples who kept coming. Thinking is the same as yourself. If you want to practice and be strong, you must come. And everyone has a chance of luck, maybe be wary, if you lose, you can escape as long as you escape the open area. While he was pondering, he saw the monks on the top of the mountain, almost everyone was injured in the fight against each other. Seeing this, Meng Hao's heart moved, and a thought came to his mind for an instant.
This thought became clearer and clearer. After a moment, Meng Hao's eyes lit up, he turned around and left here in a hurry. Instead of returning to Nanfeng Dongfu, he went straight down to the Waizong Mountain Gate, bypassing the square in Waizong, and appeared in an attic not long after. outside.
This attic looks antique, and there are bursts of pill fragrance lingering, and a few large characters are carved on the door plaque, which reads Yang Danfang.
This is not the first time Meng Hao has come here. In fact, in the first half month after he was promoted to a disciple of the Outer Sect, he came here once, and saw that there are many miscellaneous medicines for sale here. That is the bigu pill that can not be hungry for a few days. , You can buy it here.
It’s just that only Lingshi and Lingling Pills are accepted here. No foreign objects are needed, and it’s not fair to exchange for one. One pill of Lingling can only be exchanged for ten bigu pill. As a result, few people are willing to come here, making it deserted all year round. .
Arriving here, Meng Hao did not hesitate, and stepped into the Yangdanfang, which was not big inside. Sitting cross-legged, a middle-aged man who looked sickly, surrounded by a circle of wooden lattices, was placed one by one gourds with the words written on it. The names of different elixirs.
There are hemostatic pills that can treat trauma, Songgu pills that can relieve fatigue, and refreshing pills that can invigorate people in a short period of time. As for bigu pills, imperial food pills, etc., they are everywhere, and they are more specialized in treating broken bones. The nourishing pill.
Although there are many elixirs, they are expensive. Most of them are three to ten pills for one Ling Ling Pill. For the disciples of the outer sect, the value of Ling Ling Pill can cause robbing, so naturally he is unwilling to exchange it at a low price. These.
Meng Hao walked around in the Yangdanfang, his eyes brightened, and he pondered for a while, enduring his heartache and directly took out five spirit condensing pills in exchange for a lot of miscellaneous pills.
The sickly middle-aged man Xu hadn't met a big customer like Meng Hao for a long time, and he immediately became energetic, and even more readily gave Meng Hao a few gourds filled with medicine.
Putting the medicinal gourds into the storage bag, Meng Hao left Yangdanfang, cautiously circled the mountains and forests a few times, and returned to the cave in the middle of the night.
Sitting cross-legged in the cave mansion, Meng Hao looked at the four medicine gourds in his hand.
"The sage said that if you don’t give, it’s hard to reap. This time I’ve given so much, and I must reap even more." Meng Hao whispered to himself to comfort, and then remembered something, hurriedly walked out of the cave, holding it in his hand when he returned. An arm-thick long branch with a lot of leaves.
Putting the branch aside, Meng Hao took out a cyan undershirt from Zhao Wugang’s storage bag, tore it apart and spread it out. After looking at it, he found it was too small. Then he found a piece connected together and measured the size. , This is satisfied.
Meng Hao used his finger as a pen, dipped in the juice of the crushed leaves, thinking about a few words to write. After a while, Meng Hao's eyes lit up, and he did not hesitate to write a line of words on the shirt.
The more I watched, the more satisfied he became. With anticipation, Meng Hao closed his eyes and meditated cross-legged.
There was no word for a night, and early the next morning, Meng Hao hurried out of the cave with a branch and went straight to the low-level public area under Xifeng Mountain.
I arrived at the foot of Pingding Mountain not long before. Even in the early morning, there were some disciples here who were fighting each other. The intention of fighting was particularly obvious. Meng Hao walked all the way through the stele until he reached Pingding Mountain. He ignored the monks who were fighting each other. Sweeping, I saw a large rock protruding outward on the edge of the flat top.
He immediately walked over, sitting cross-legged on the boulder, looking like a harmless scholar, occasionally a few people looked unkind, Meng Hao's Xiu base faded slightly, and after being shocked, he silently waited for the crowds here.
Time passed, and gradually there were more and more people in this low-level public area. Soon there were more than 20 people. During this period, some of them had to deal with Meng Hao, who seemed to be a weak scholar. After Meng Hao's repair was disbanded, he was shocked and backed away.
Seeing that there are almost people here, Meng Hao patted the storage bag with his right hand, took out the cloth shirt, tied it to a branch, and pierced it into the soil beside the rock. The mountain wind blew the cloth shirt away, as if it became a flag banner, swaying with the wind. It immediately attracted the attention of many people here, and saw a few large characters written on the flag banner.
"Yangdanfang branch."
These big characters are green and green, but at this moment, the expressions of the same sects of the mountain sect suddenly change, there are surprises, mistakes, ridicule, and many frowned.
"Yang Dan Fang? Branch? What is this stuff?"
"Could this be a pill boy sent by Zongmen Yangdanfang?"
"This person is a bit familiar..." On Pingdingshan, immediately after Meng Hao took out the banner, there was a lot of discussion, but it didn't last long. Here again, fighting and snatching reappeared, blood splattered, and sorrowful screams came out from time to time. .
Meng Hao's eyes were piercing, staring straight at the people in the public area. Looking far away, two cultivators on the second floor of Condensing Qi were fighting each other with red eyes. One of them's shoulders was torn apart by the other's flying sword. The blood fell and the situation was critical.
"Xietai, here." Meng Hao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said hello.
"Xiongtai, the sage said that it is unwise to fight hard if you have injuries. You see a lot of blood shed on your shoulder, which is not conducive to killing. I have a good hemostatic pill produced by Yangdanfang here, which can be cured. All sword wounds can stop the bleeding after three breaths.” Meng Hao quickly persuaded that the two who were fighting heard Meng Hao’s voice and had no time to pay attention, especially the wounded monk, whose eyes were red, but The right shoulder was seriously injured, and the opponent's flying sword cut a wound in his chest under the bleeding.
"Look, I got another shot. Come and buy a hemostatic pill, so you might win this fight. You can buy a hemostatic pill with just one spirit stone. It's definitely a bargain." Meng Hao politely persuaded This is the first guest he chose.
"Shut up, the pill shop under the mountain is too dark, and one spirit stone is exchanged for five hemostatic pills. You are even darker here!" The injured monk stepped back and shouted without turning his head back.
"Hey, don’t think it’s expensive. Compared with spirit stones, life is the most precious thing. If you die, the spirit stones belong to others. Buy one of my pill to increase the chance of winning and snatching someone else’s storage bag. The opportunity to sell a spiritual stone, is it expensive? You are not buying a spiritual stone, you are buying your own life." Meng Hao stood up from the big stone, perhaps his words touched the mind of the wounded monk, he He hesitated immediately when he reluctantly backed away.
"Damn, if you mess up here again, I will not spare you after I kill this person." The monk who fought with the injured man, waved his flying sword in his hand, and shouted at Meng Hao when he rushed towards the injured man. .
"I buy it!" When the injured man heard this, he gritted his teeth and patted his storage bag. A spirit stone flew out and went straight to Meng Hao. After being caught by Meng Hao, he quickly threw out a hemostatic pill. This pill fell to the monk. In the hand, it fell directly on this person's shoulder, melting instantly so that blood no longer flowed.
Even more coolness melted into the monk's body, making him refreshed, and he didn't know whether it was the effect of the pill after he was up. It forced his opponent to back again and again, and a wound was opened in his chest, and blood was flowing.
"Xiongtai, what about you, Xiongtai, your opponent bought me a pill. You see how vigorous it is now. If you don't buy it, it's dangerous today."
"I also have a hemostatic pill here, as well as a bone loosening pill to relieve fatigue. Take away the two spirit stones to ensure that your whole body is immediately relaxed and the blood is stopped. This fight will surely win." Meng Hao hurriedly changed his guests and hurriedly persuade.
"You... You..." The man who bought the pill before this time couldn't say anything. He was grieved that the pill boy from the Yangdanfang branch was here to help or harm him. He was already very miserable. Letting himself see hope, it was so again. In this grief and anger, he made a sharper shot, but this scene fell in the eyes of his opponents, but it seemed like he didn't give himself time to buy a pill.
"As long as you can win, it is tantamount to using other people's spirit stones to buy the pill. This transaction is more cost-effective." Holding the pill in his hand, Meng Hao happily persuaded him to be more thorough.
"I want it!" The man who bought the pill before then immediately broke his words.
"Damn it, give it to me." The cultivator who had the advantage, and now turned back, even though he hated Meng Hao in his heart, but at this moment, he was forced to gritted his teeth when he heard the words of his opponent.
"I have three spiritual stones!"
"Xiongtai, he paid three yuan. If your price is not as high as his, the pill will be given to him. You have to be careful."
"I'll pay four dollars!"
"Xiongtai, he paid four yuan, four yuan."
"Five yuan!"
"Six dollars!"
"Damn it, I'm not fighting, I'm going to kill you!" The monk who had the advantage when his opponent didn't buy the pill, was so angry at this moment. This battle was originally simple, but Meng Hao was involved in such a way. Suddenly reversed, he turned around abruptly, hating Meng Hao more than he wanted to kill the opponent before. At this moment, he rushed to Meng Hao with a strong murderous intent.
Seeing approaching, Meng Hao originally looked like a harmless scholar with humans and animals, even with a sense of the market, but at this moment, his appearance suddenly changed, turning into a gloomy and stern look, at the moment the monk arrived, his body He actually took a step first, raised his right hand and slapped the person who came, and aura burst forth.
With a bang, the monk screamed, his body was slapped by Meng Hao, his legs were directly crushed by the aura of Meng Hao's condensing energy, and he was knocked into a coma.
Meng Hao grabbed the other party's storage bag, the gloomy and harsh expression on his face only flashed, turning into that weak scholar again, looking at the other person who was completely shocked by this scene.
"This Xiongtai, you just offered six spiritual stones." Meng Hao said shyly, seemingly embarrassed.
The monk had no blood on his face at the moment, and his body was trembling. His eyes looked at Meng Hao with horror and horror. He never expected that things would be reversed like this, especially the way the opponent shot and the current weakness changed so much that It gave him a sense of illusion that the scene that seemed to be just now was an illusion.