The white-haired old man ignored the bad habits and threats in the words of the monk with big cake face and said coldly: "I have said that I only want the longevity pill. As for the Posahata pill in your hand, I should try it at other nearby stalls. I believe someone will be interested!"

The monk Dapiaoface did not take advantage of his ability to transform the gods and practiced his actions at a disagreement, but stood there and fell silent.

But before a few seconds, Dapian's face broke its silence and suddenly said to Wang Le, who had been squatting in front of the stall and was not speaking: "I will exchange the pills that can increase your life span on you."

Obviously, the conversation between Wang Le and the white-haired old man just now fell into the ears of the monk with big-faced face.

It is also easy to see that Wang Le is just a Qi Refining Cultivator, so he speaks very strongly and looks uncontroversial.

“Not changing.”

Wang Le refused to look at the other party without looking at him.

The big-pan-faced monk froze all over and rushed out with the breath of the God Transformation Realm. His target was naturally Wang Le.

The purpose is to suppress people with power!

This is what it means in the black market, the big-pan-faced monk was afraid of it. If it were other places, there was no way to suppress people with power. He directly slapped the little Qi Refiner in front of him to death, without so much nonsense.

"Oh!" Wang Le couldn't help but sigh, thinking of hiding monks being low-key.

However, when the monk with the big-pane face exuded aura of transformation and tried to make him surrender and bow his head, Mr. Wang couldn't swallow this breath.

So soon the big-pane-faced monk and the white-haired old man looked at Wang Le with their eyes changed.

They really couldn't imagine that a qi-refining cultivator who had not even grown all his hair could block the powerful aura deliberately emitted by the powerful god-transforming power.

Under normal circumstances, even the Golden Pill Yuanying will collapse in the face of the oppression of the powerful god-transforming people and will not have the intention to resist.

At this moment, as long as the big-faced monk and the white-haired old man had a little brain, they realized that the person in front of him was not a qi-refining monk at all, but a real strong man!

What followed was the big-paned face monk who was very conscious of restraining his breath, and then said in a deep voice: "Friend, besides the Posal Pill, I have other things that are better than the Posal Pill. If you change the elixir to increase your life span, it must be more than enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le responded calmly: "I am not interested in what you have in your hands, so you should look for someone else!"

"You!" The monk with big-faced face suddenly became angry, and then he couldn't help but snorted coldly and threatened: "I hope you can be safe all the way after leaving the black market."

Wang Le frowned, looked up at the monk with a big cake face and asked coldly: "Are you threatening me?"

The monk with a big-pan-faced face replied with a smile on his face: "It can be understood so!"

Wang Le suddenly laughed out loud and said sarcastically: "I really think that my God Transformation Realm is invincible in the world? Do you believe that you can't see the sun tomorrow?"

The monk with a big-pane face sneered: "Although it is not far from being invincible in the world, it is easy to deal with you, a young boy!"

Wang Le smiled and stopped fighting with the other party. Instead, he suddenly looked at the white-haired old man and asked, "How many years do you want to increase your life span?"

The white-haired old man was stunned at first, and then replied: "Of course, the more life span the better."

After a pause, the white-haired old man quickly added: "At least one Jiazi life span can be added."

Wang Le pointed at the stone and the broken bell without comment and said, "Your two things may be able to exchange for a Jiazi Life Pill, but it is far from enough for me."

The white-haired old man's eyes lit up and he immediately asked, "Can the things in your hand add more life span?"

Before Wang Le could reply, he saw the big-paned monk standing beside him sneered in disbelief and said, "It is rare to see the life span of a Jiazi, which can increase the life span of a Jiazi, let alone the life span that can increase the life span, which is even more rare. There is a price but no market, just you?"

Wang Le directly ignored the question of the monk with a big-pan-faced face, looked at the white-haired old man with a calm look and asked, "Have you heard of Ziwo Fruit?"

"Purple fruit?"

"What?"

The white-haired old man and the big-faced monk said in unison!

At this moment, the two of them looked at Wang Le in addition to shock and surprise, they were full of passion and greed!

In an instant, Wang Le felt that the two of them released their spiritual sense without hesitation to lock themselves, for fear that they would disappear out of thin air!

Wang Le chuckled unchangedly: "Do you still think that this broken bell and a broken stone can replace the things in my hand?"

The white-haired old man swallowed uncontrollably, stared at Wang Le with a deep voice and asked, "Do you really have the legendary purple fruit in your hand?"

Wang Le didn't say anything, and looked at the monk with big-faced face beside him squintedly.

The white-haired old man immediately understood and looked at the monk with big pie face and said, "Since you don't have the longevity pill in your hand, then leave here quickly and move to other places!"

The monk with a big-pan-faced face ignored the expulsion of the white-haired old man and looked at Wang Le and said, "Boy, do you really have purple baby fruit?"

Wang Le replied lazily: "It seems that this has nothing to do with you!"

Then he said to the white-haired old man, "If you only have these two things in your hand, then we won't be able to talk."

After saying that, Wang Le stood up and looked like he was about to leave at any time.

The white-haired old man quickly stopped him and said, "Fellow fellow Taoist!"

Then the white-haired old man touched the storage ring on his hand, took out another stone from the old Qinglin pit, and said, "This piece was also discovered by me from the ancient temple."

Wang Le shook his head disapprovingly and said, "Since you know the purple fruit, you should know its value. It can not only increase your life by 200 years, but also heal the old wounds left on you."

"So two stones and a broken bell with no idea of ​​their roots are far from enough."

The white-haired old man did not bargain with Wang Le, but fell silent.

At this time, the big-paned monk next to him said in a deep voice: "Boy, I will take the Posah Tuo Pill and a Thousand-year Morning Glory and a bottle of healing holy medicine, the Star Grass Pill, and finally give you 100,000 top-grade spirit stones?"

A strange color flashed in Wang Le's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel moved.

Because during the process of retreat and attacking the transformation of gods not long ago, he had almost squandered all the spirit stones stored in the Dharma Eye space.

The remaining spirit stones are not enough for daily practice.

As his thoughts changed, Wang Le looked at the monk with big cake face and said, "100,000? Five hundred thousand is not a dilute price!"

The monk with big-pan-faced face was immediately angrily angry and sneered: "Even if the Ziwa Fruit is of high value, it will not reach 500,000 top-grade spirit stones."

"What's more, in addition to the spirit stone, there is also the Posatu Treasure Pill, a thousand-year-old morning glory and a bottle of healing holy medicine, the ring star grass spot pill."
Chapter completed!