For Ning Cheng, no matter whether this exchange meeting can exchange a large amount of spirit grass of level 7 or higher, he intends to leave Roland Star. He has put aside the jealous thing about taking out a large amount of washing spirits.
"I asked you something, didn't you hear it?" The man without eyebrows immediately rose up, and directly rushed towards Ning Cheng. He saw more and more cultivators coming, and he was only a seventh-level plastic spirit realm, and his cultivation level could not be superior at all.
After Ning Cheng and many other cultivators had already squeezed over, he looked at the eyebrowless male cultivator and said, "I heard it. My washing spirit is really exposed. As long as you have spirit grass, you can sell it. It's impossible. , I only sell to you, can you buy it?"
"Is there really a washing spirit?"
"Ah, Washing Lingjinro, what's the price?"
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In a short time, Ningcheng's booth was already overcrowded. All the people stared at the washing spirit Zhenlu in front of Ningcheng's booth, and all kinds of spiritual consciousness penetrated in. It's a pity that these divine senses were blocked without exception.
At this time, everyone knew that Ning Cheng was still an array mage. The crowding around was also a little better. If it were not a last resort, few people would take the initiative to offend the Array Mage.
"Everyone, I can only exchange my spirit washing dew with spirit grass, no spirit stones. One drop for precious seven-level spirit grass, and one drop for two to five ordinary seven-level spirit grasses. Eighth-level spirit grass. According to the value of the spirit grass, one plant exchanges ten to twenty drops." Ning Cheng clasped his fists and said loudly.
"No? So expensive? The price of the seventh-level spirit grass is too low."
Ning Cheng also knew that the price he said was unreasonable, and the price of the seventh-level spirit grass was too low by him. But Ning Cheng didn't intend to revise it, he was a one-off deal. And the most important thing for him is the eighth level spirit grass. He is now a seventh-level earth alchemist. Even if it gets more seven-level spirit grass. It was just that his level of refining the seventh-level earth pill was raised a little bit.
As for the eighth-level spirit grass, what is good is much more than just replacing 20 drops of washing spirit essence. Ning Cheng also didn't need a very good eighth-level spirit grass. He only needed to be able to refine the eighth-level earth pill. As for the preciousness of the spirit grass, it didn't matter.
Ning Cheng didn't explain the price of his washing spirit, instead, he said loudly, "There are limited items. Those who want to buy come first, and they don't wait for the expiration date."
Ning Cheng's words were stronger than any explanation. As soon as his voice fell, someone immediately grabbed a handful of spirit grass and squeezed it up and said, "I have purple bamboo buds, silver ground ginseng, non-nian ice flowers..."
"I have Black Yulan, Xuanyue Rencao..."
"I have got… "
At this time, there are still people asking questions about the price, and they want to be the first to change to Washing Lingzhenlu.
Ning Cheng's hands were extremely fast, and within a short time, the spirit washing dew on his desk was replaced with handfuls of spirit grass. When the other monks saw that there was Spirit Washing Dew in Ningcheng's ring, they were not as crowded as before. Some fierce monks had fierce lights in their eyes.
Ning Cheng had so many spirit washing essences alone, and he had also changed so many spirit grasses. This is an incalculable wealth, they have already planned it. Once Ning Cheng left here, he immediately followed.
Only Gong Ye Yingxiu's face was gloomy. He knew that the things on Ning Cheng's body no longer belong to him. Ning Cheng's such public sale of Washing Lingzhen Dew would not be remembered by the top monks. That would be a weird thing. In his opinion, Ning Cheng is an idiot, he can only secretly sigh that he is unlucky.
One hour later, Ning Cheng had already replaced thousands of seventh-level spiritual plants and more than three hundred eighth-level spiritual plants. As Ningcheng had expected, these spirit grasses were ordinary spirit grasses, and very few special spirit grasses came out.
Ning Cheng was very helpless. He knew that if he opened a stall in this place to help others refine alchemy, he would get more spirit grasses and his level would be better, and it would also greatly benefit him to improve his alchemy level. It's a pity that he knew that this would be too dangerous. Refining a seven-level pill or even an eighth-level pill would take too long for a pot, and he didn't have that much time to spend here.
"Okay, all my washing spirits have been changed now. I can only say sorry for the friends behind." Ning Cheng emptied the last jade bottle in front of the booth and lifted it up and said loudly. To be promoted to the eighth-level earth alchemist, Ningcheng had enough spirit grass, and he didn't need to continue to exchange it.
Some monks who had not been exchanged were noisy, and some monks even smashed Ningcheng's booth.
The eyebrowless monk who came with Gongye Yingxiu didn't even exchange the spirit grass. He stared at Ning Cheng firmly, thinking about how to get rid of this rich guy.
When he saw that Ning Cheng's booth was about to be smashed, and many of the rioting monks became more and more fierce, and even ganged up to blast Ning Cheng to death, he knew that it was impossible to kill Ning Cheng alone. Now I can only make fun of everyone, and then see if I can get a little advantage.
Ning Cheng didn't panic at all. He was holding the talisman at the bottom of the blood river in his hand, and he planned to use Tianyuan's wings to remove it immediately, and then leave Roland Star.
Ning Cheng didn't believe that he still couldn't crush this talisman now. Even if he couldn't crush it, he had Tianyuan wings. It would be wishful thinking for ordinary monks to be caught by Roland Star. This is not the great formation of Zhan Qing Dao Sect, and he is not the little original soul three-tier monk.
"Everyone... Everyone..." Just as these monks were about to burst into a crowd, an extremely loud voice sounded.
This voice is extremely penetrating. There are more than 10,000 monks on Pan Jiao Mountain, and everyone can hear it clearly, as if the speaker is in their ears.
"It's a heavy senior."
"Senior Chong must have something important to say."
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This is a black-haired middle-aged male cultivator, who also looks extremely refined. Ning Cheng didn't know the talking monk, he could feel that this monk's cultivation base was far stronger than Qi Le.
He still knew from the discussion of the surrounding monks that this person's surname was Zhong, and from the surrounding discussions, he knew that this monk's surname was extremely prestigious.
In fact, the monk with the heavy surname only called out to everyone, and the surrounding area became quiet for an instant, and Ning Cheng knew the influence of this monk.
Seeing that the surroundings became quiet, the middle-aged man with a heavy surname stood up and said in a loud voice, "Everyone, what I want to say today is not a happy thing. For many years, Roland Star has been our home. Although there are various dangers here. , But it also gives us all kinds of opportunities..."
"Senior, if you have anything to order, we will listen to you." The echoed voice came from below.
The man with the heavy surname raised his voice and said, "Seven months ago, Roland star erupted with large-scale volcanic magma. It is normal for the volcanic magma to erupt on Roland star, but this time seven months ago is absolutely abnormal. Both scale and The affected area is far more powerful than any previous volcanic magma. My Roland Star had not many monks. This time, hundreds of people died from the volcanic magma.
Five months ago, the space storm once again swept over half of Roland's star, and I almost died in this space storm. Three months ago, the large-scale monster beasts were alarmed. They were aimlessly running around Roland Star. Some flying monsters even rushed out of Roland Star. I believe many of these friends have seen it.
In the past one or two months, thunderstorms, hurricanes, volcanoes, and space storms have become more and more dense. All the sights indicate that Roland Star can no longer stay. These explosions are a kind of precursor, Roland Star may be brewing a more powerful storm, even if the planet explodes, it is not impossible..."
"Ah, Roland Star is going to explode?"
"No wonder I have encountered two moving space storms recently..."
"What should I do? Roland Star blew himself up. Didn't we go to the void to seek death?"
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Various panic emotions spread, and some monks with low cultivation levels are even more panicked. They have a low cultivation base, and they can find a place to hide in Roland Star. Once Roland Star blew up and entered the void, it would really be a dead end.
The middle-aged man with the surname Chong suppressed everyone's discussion with his hands, and said with a heavy tone, "So, everyone who is capable, please leave Roland Star as soon as possible. I can only help everyone."
It seems that in order to verify the words of the monk with the heavy surname, as soon as his lingering sound fell, there was a roar in the distance of Pan Jiao Mountain. Even standing on the top of Panjiao Mountain, you can feel the tremor.
There is no need for divine knowledge at all, the monks on the top of the mountain can see it, and endless columns of flaming red magma are constantly spewing out from far away. Each of these magma pillars has a thousand feet in length, which looks amazing and terrifying.
The torrents of magma swept away in an instant, and it was only a matter of time before those magma torrents swept to Panjiao Mountain.
Some monks who wanted to find Ning Cheng troublesome, and even planned to follow Ning Cheng secretly, were not in the mood at this time, and they sacrificed magic weapons and quickly escaped. As for the monks who set up stalls, one ran faster than one.
In a short time, there were only a few hundred people left here.
Ning Cheng took out the communication beads and sent a message to Chao He. He hadn't seen Chao He here just now. Chao He is a good person. Before he leaves, he plans to give Chao He a bottle of Washing Lingzhen Dew and tell Chao He not to stay here anymore.
However, after Ning Cheng sent the message, he waited for a long time, but Chao He didn't reply. Ning Cheng sighed. To survive in this place, no one can guarantee that he will be alive the next moment.
Ning Cheng was only the time to send a message, and he was the only one left on Pan Jiao Mountain. And the flaming red lava that tumbling is only a few kilometers away from the foot of Panjiao Mountain.
Ning Cheng didn't hesitate any more, he took out hundreds of thousands of spirit stones, quickly arranged a spirit gathering formation, and at the same time took out the jade talisman that was teleporting to the bottom of the blood river. The arrangement of the Spirit Gathering Array is just in case.
Roland Star may not explode, or it will take a long time to explode. In any case, Ning Cheng didn't plan to stay here anymore.
This time, under Ning Cheng's True Essence gathering, the teleporting jade amulet made a clear sound, and a beam of golden light immediately enveloped Ning Cheng.
When the torrent of magma hit the top of Panjiao Mountain, Ningcheng had disappeared without a trace, only the golden light that had not dissipated was slowly overflowing.
(Today’s update ends here, and at the same time the sixth volume is all over, the seventh volume starts tomorrow, good night friends!)
(To be continued...)