Murong Li didn't want to make it so obvious that he didn't want to talk nonsense to Qingyuan.

The corner of Qingyuan's mouth twitched fiercely. He knew that Su Yue spoke directly and had a venomous tongue. Murong Li followed her, and his words were not simple.

He also took a roundabout way and said directly: "The poor monk is here for your elixir. Donor Murong is waiting for the poor monk here. I think Murong the donor already knows about it, and the benefactor from the Dragon Palace has already arrived."

Murong Li's face sank: "Master, are you sure we have the elixir in our hands?"

Qingyuan put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, monks don't talk wildly. The poor monk has long known that there is a space in Su Shi's body that can grow elixirs. But please rest assured, the two donors, the poor monk cannot covet what Su Shi gave.

The poor monk just wants to use what you want in exchange for some elixirs to refine elixirs. After the poor monk's cultivation level breaks through, he will go to another interface. He will not stay here to make you unhappy, let alone

Let you have a sense of crisis."

Murong Li's face was so cold that even Qingyuan could feel the chill on his body, but it was of no use to him. He looked at Murong Li intently.

The situation at this time did not allow Murong Li to refuse. If they did not agree, he believed that Qingyuan had thousands of ways to make them agree.

In this case, let's exchange it according to what Yue'er said.

So he said coldly: "I don't care whether the master covets Yue'er's things or not, but I will put down a sentence here. If the master dares to have any evil thoughts, even if I fight to the death, both sides will lose.

It will make the master happy."

Qingyuan waved his hand: "Donor Murong, don't be afraid. If the poor monk really wants to take action against you, there are a hundred top masters like you on this continent who will not be the opponent of the poor monk. Donor Murong, you simply cannot imagine that ordinary people are cultivating."

You are like an ant in front of you, so Donor Murong does not need to threaten the poor monk, and the poor monk will not be greedy. The poor monk just wants to use his own things to exchange for some elixir for you, that's all."

In the world of cultivation, if you can't exchange for any treasure, Qingyuan will not throw away the watermelon to pick up a few rotten sesame seeds and cause karma.

Although Su Yue has space, she is a mortal.

The last time he shot and injured the two masters of Shenlong Hall, although they did not die, he still had to bear some consequences.

Therefore, he will not take action against mortals again unless necessary.

After hearing Qingyuan's words, Murong Li was noncommittal and said: "I still believe what the master said. Let's do this. I will call Yue'er here, and we can tell you what we want in person."

Qingyuan nodded.

Murong Li left the house and called Su Yue over.

"Amitabha, Donor Su, we meet again."

As soon as Su Yue entered the room, Qingyuan stood up and bowed to her.

Su Yue waved her hand: "Master, please sit down. You're welcome."

After saying that, he and Murong Li sat across from Qingyuan.

"I already know the purpose of the master's visit. What does the master want to exchange for, and how much?"

As soon as she sat down, Su Yue asked Qingyuan. She had also listened to the conversation between him and Murong Li.

As Qingyuan already knew about her space and had no evil thoughts about her space, her view of Qingyuan changed a bit.

She is willing to help such a person, but she has to pay a corresponding price, and she is not a philanthropist.

After hearing her words, Qingyuan felt relieved and immediately took out all the things from his storage ring and said: "Two donors, all the belongings of this poor monk are here, what do you want to exchange for yourself?"

To choose, the poor monk only needs five second-level elixirs, twenty plants of each."

There are a total of one hundred elixirs. If they can be matched together, there will be twenty pairs of medicinal materials. Each pair of medicinal materials can produce ten elixirs. In this way, he can cultivate two to two hundred elixirs for him to cultivate to the foundation.

Dzogchen and the golden elixir are more than enough.

Su Yue and Murong Li looked at the pile of things on the table. There were more than a dozen jade pieces, which should be jade slips, a few swords about one foot long, which were magic swords, and an umbrella-shaped sword.

Something as big as a palm, and something like a shield, those should be magic weapons.

There are also a few empty jade porcelain vases, presumably containing elixirs.

There is also a palm-sized incense burner.

In addition, there were piles of gold and silver treasures. Su Yue twitched the corner of her mouth, thinking that the great monk could not avoid these worldly things.

She glanced at Murong Li, who looked at the pile of things and said, "Yue'er, you decide."

Su Yue nodded and asked Qingyuan: "Since the master wants five elixirs, and I don't know which five they are, master, can you tell me."

Qingyuan nodded, took out a pen and paper, drew five more drawings and placed them in front of Su Yue.

Su Yue looked at the images on the drawing and thought about the elixirs in her own space. She really did have these elixirs in her own space.

So she mentally entered the space, pulled out the five elixirs, and placed them in front of Qingyuan.

Qingyuan looked at the five elixirs in front of him, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. His handsome and jade-like face was now chapped. Oh my god, he, a cultivator, was not as rich as a mortal.

He nodded excitedly: "Donor Su, these are the five elixirs. If Donor Su can gather twenty plants each, I can take these things from the poor monk. You can take them all."

Su Yue did not take out any more elixir, but instead asked Qingyuan: "Can we all practice the techniques you practice?"

Doesn’t cultivation require spiritual roots or something?

Qingyuan shook his head: "The skills practiced by monks require spiritual roots. The poor monk can test them for you two."

Su Yue thought, and sure enough, she and Murong Li looked at each other and nodded.

Qingyuan said: "Then please, Master Murong, please extend your left hand."

Murong Li stretched out his left hand, and Qingyuan placed both hands on his wrists, immediately inputting a trace of spiritual power straight to his Dantian.

After the spiritual power reached his dantian, the spiritual power was indeed absorbed by his dantian. As he expected, Murong Li had spiritual roots, but he didn't know how many spiritual roots there were. That needed to be tested by someone who specializes in spiritual root testing. He was here

No.

When he helped Murong Li get promoted before, he guessed that Murong Li had spiritual roots, and it was indeed correct.

He let go of Murong Li's wrist and said, "Donor Murong, you can practice."

Then he looked at Su Yue, who also stretched out her left hand, and Qingyuan also put two fingers on her wrist, also outputting a trace of spiritual power until her Dantian, the spiritual power was also absorbed.

The corner of Qingyuan's mouth twitched. It was rare among mortals to have spiritual roots. I didn't expect that both of them had it.

What a monster. Then he let go of his fingers, pursed his lips and said, "Congratulations to the donor who also has spiritual roots and can practice the skills of the poor monk."

Su Yue said calmly: "In this case, we want to exchange the cultivation methods, elixir recipes, and some spells with the master. Of course, we can each give us one magic sword."
Chapter completed!