"Of course." Bai Meiqi tidied up her messy hair that was suppressed by Yun Qingyan just now, trying to restore her previous image.
She looked at a maid from the Baiyun Sect beside her, "I want you to tell your father and mobilize all the forces of the Baiyun Sect to spread the contents of this crystal throughout the Holy Yuan Continent! Especially to those few people. middle!"
After the confrontation just now, Bai Meiqi was already vaguely afraid of Yun Qingyan.
The elder was killed without any resistance. Is her father her opponent
It would be great if we could invite those few people to lend a hand to kill people.
When Bai Meiqi laid a trap for them, Yun Qingyan and Di Jiuque had already arrived at the market place with Chen Sanpo and others.
This should be a free trade zone, and most of the people coming and going are practitioners. There are also many ordinary people at the stall next to them, most of whom sell items to cultivators at low prices.
For ordinary people, the 'low price' offered by cultivators is already a considerable fortune.
This is where Chen Sanpo and the others sell the herbal elixirs collected in the mountains. In the past, the Zixiao Sect would always take away most of the herbal medicines collected. This time, with Yun Qingyan's stop, there were more goods. .
In order to sell out as quickly as possible, people in the village spread out at a certain distance and started setting up stalls.
"How much does this red ginseng cost?" A small group of passing cultivators stopped, and the leader looked at Chen Sanpo with interest.
"Brother Lu, why are you spending this unjust money on red ginseng? Anyway, the sect will issue a certificate soon." The person next to him pulled him.
The man called Brother Lu said dissatisfiedly, "Those guys who collect elixirs don't know what they do for food!
This year's red ginseng quota has not met the requirements, and all the collected ones are used by the above. It's our turn, I don't know how long it will take. I'll buy some emergency supplies first. "
"I heard that the village in Hongshen Mountain has the support of a cultivator. He refuses to obey the discipline and wants to challenge us." Another person said.
"Hmph! You think you can resist our Zixiao Sect with the support of a cultivator! What a joke!
When the sect master and the others come back, let that nosy guy know what will happen! "
While chatting, the group of people casually turned over the red ginseng on Chen Sanpo's stall with their hands.
"One... silver coin." Chen Sanpo said.
They didn't know her, but she knew their clothes. That is the symbol of Zixiao Sect.
"A silver coin?" The man raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Sanpo, threw a silver coin casually, and was about to pack up all the red ginseng and take it away!
"Hey! Wait a minute!" Chen Sanpo quickly stopped her. The hundred silver coins were the price of that red ginseng. He actually took all the red ginseng away.
"Is there anything else?" The young man turned to look at Chen Sanpo, a cultivator's power emanating from his body.
For ordinary people, the coercion of practitioners is a huge pressure.
"One red ginseng plant is worth one silver coin. That bag has a total of twenty-one."
The young man did not expect that the pressure he had tried every time when facing ordinary people would be ineffective against Chen Sanpo.
How could he imagine that? Chen Sanpo lived in the same courtyard as an emperor-level master. Although Yun Qingyan and Di Jiuque both deliberately restrained their pressure, their charming temperament could not be restrained just because they wanted to.
The momentum that the two occasionally showed also made Chen Sanpo less sensitive to the pressure of practitioners.
(End of chapter)