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"Yes." The old man surnamed Xu looked awe-faced, raised his hand to signal, and asked Yang Fan to go up.

Yang Fan took a deep breath and walked slowly along the stairs. The restrictions that existed here were automatically released to him.

Although he understood that this was a public trading venue and "Xiuyu Pavilion" guaranteed that there would be no murder and treasure hunting, Yang Fan was still a little nervous.

After all, what he is about to meet is a strong man he has never faced before.

Just as he was nervously going upstairs, he suddenly felt a faint smell of flowers and plants, like the gentle wind in the forest in the early morning, or like the water tinging in the clear spring and stream.

This is a familiar and intimate atmosphere. The mysterious fairy Yun was naturally born in Yang Fan's mind. She was quiet and unrestrained in the clouds and mists. Her bright eyes were like water. Her perfect outline under the white veil. The ray of flowers and plants and fragrant fragrance appeared naturally. It is unforgettable for life...

"Is it her?"

Yang Fan was slightly shocked.

With a little surprise and unknown, Yang Fan finally walked to the third floor of Yaowang Pavilion.

The layout of the third floor is more elegant. There are some calligraphy and paintings on the walls, and a few rare flowers and plants are planted on the table, emitting a faint fragrance, which makes people feel calm.

There are only three or five people on the huge third floor.

Sitting in the middle was an old man with white hair and aged 70. This man had a momentum of being angry and powerful. The spiritual pressure that came to the second floor just now was obviously done by this man.

The old man was energetic and his eyes were bright and bright, and he was frozen on Yang Fan's face at first glance.

"You have a good quality five hundred-year-old treasure in your hands?"

The old man glanced at Yang Fan, picked up a cup of tea and tasted it gently.

After he glanced at him casually, Yang Fan's body was as stiff as lightning strike and he was struck by a moment.

At this moment, he seemed to feel that all the concealment on him was seen through by the other party at a glance.

Moreover, Yang Fan couldn't see through the other party's cultivation level.

Not only that, he could not see through the four or five people on the third floor.

He glanced at him quickly and found that the other four people were sitting or walking. There were some jade labels on the walls on the fourth floor, all of which indicated representative materials, elixirs and other objects.

By chance, Yang Fan saw a graceful and beautiful girl with bright eyes as quiet as water, wearing a veil, perfect outline and pretty figure, facing him sideways, like a landscape painting that is quiet and beautiful.

It's her!

Yang Fan's heart moved, but he didn't dare to look at it in front of the old man. He glanced at the third floor and quickly replied: "After senior, I have a five hundred-year-old white jade ginseng. Because I bought medicinal materials and the number of spiritual stones was insufficient, I used this item instead of some spiritual stones."

"Oh?" After drinking the tea, the old man with white hair said slowly and quickly: "Please take it out and take a look."

Yang Fan nodded, opened the wooden box in his hand, and showed the white ginseng inside, and a fresh and pure aura filled with it.

This subtle change made several people on the fourth floor of Yaowang Pavilion look at each other.

"Five hundred years of heavenly treasures are not bad, but why does it appear in the hands of a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi refining? Boy, how much is the price for you?"

One of the burly men with black faces said very cheerfully.

Yang Fan felt relieved. After all, his cultivation level in the middle stage of Qi training was not hidden from the few people present.

Fortunately, whether he conceals his cultivation level or not is completely irrelevant to the monks on the third floor.

Yang Fan was not discouraged. He could imagine that the cultivators here must be stronger than those above the Concentration Stage.

The first floor of Yaowang Pavilion is a trading place for monks in Qi Refining Stage, the second floor is the concentration stage, and so on, the third floor is the foundation building stage.

Foundation building period.

This is a level that Yang Fan had almost never touched, and it was two levels higher than him. No matter how mysterious his skills were, it was impossible to conceal his cultivation level under such a gap.

When the old man with white hair heard this, his face darkened and said, "This little brother's transaction partner is obviously my 'Pharma King Pavilion'. It's better not to interfere."

The black-faced monk named Cheng said disapprovingly: "Trades are free. Whoever pays the price is the boss."

"Hmph." The old man with white hair snorted, and he was indeed unreasonable in terms of reason.

"Okay, kid, please offer a price."

The black-faced monk surnamed Cheng said carelessly.

"This... is the first time that such treasures have been sold, and the price is difficult to measure."

Yang Fan was a little embarrassed.

"If you ask you to offer a price, just say, what are you trying to be dissatisfied?" Cheng said dissatisfied.

Yang Fan gritted his teeth and reported a number: "Seven hundred spirit stones cannot be lower than this number."

Because he had about three hundred spirit stones in his hand, and that batch of medicinal materials required one thousand spirit stones, and at least seven hundred spirit stones to get them all together.

Seven hundred spirit stones?

The black-faced monk and the white-haired old man surnamed Cheng frowned.

"Boy, this price is a bit high. Five hundred years old white jade ginseng should normally sell four or five hundred spirit stones. Even if it is of good quality, it cannot exceed six hundred spirit stones."

The black-faced man surnamed Cheng admitted frankly.

The white-haired old man nodded and said, "The price is indeed a bit high, and no one will buy it."

Yang Fan thought for a while, took out the list of medicinal materials and said to the white-haired old man: "I came out this time to buy the medicinal materials on this list for Master. This white jade ginseng, plus three hundred spirit stones, is already the limit I can pay."

The gray-haired old man took the list of medicinal materials and began to check it.

Yang Fan said: "The dragon fruit and Qianye flower are no longer able to buy the remaining materials. The remaining materials are added up and agreed with Senior Xu below, which is a total of 1,000 spirit stones."

After a moment, the white-haired old man pondered: "It's almost a thousand spirit stones. I wonder which pharmacist or alchemist your master is?"

Yang Fan said with a calm expression, "I am just a few disciples of Master. He is a pharmacist with extraordinary medical skills. He is hidden and hiding in the world, so I will not mention his name."

"Oh?" The old man with white hair obviously became interested in the master mentioned by Yang Fan, and said, "But you only have three hundred spirit stones and one white jade ginseng in your hand, which is not enough to have a price of one thousand spirit stones."

Yang Fan frowned slightly and thought to himself: "I still have some spiritual pills and some magical tools in my hand, especially the middle-grade magic pill that can impact the Concentration Period. If you take out these things, it will definitely be enough."

However, Yang Fan was reluctant to take out all these things for exchange. He originally planned to go to the market outside and trade some seeds of spiritual medicine.

"What items do fellow Taoist have in his hands, spiritual elixirs and magic weapons, can be traded."

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "He was very eager for the white jade ginseng in Yang Fan's hand."

While Yang Fan was hesitating, a faint fresh air of flowers and plants lingered around him.

"Can Yaoshi Yang give the white jade ginseng in his hand to the little girl?"

The sound of nature, as gentle as drizzle, came, cheering up the people on the third floor of the Medicine King Pavilion.

Yang Fan looked back and saw that at some point, the mysterious Fairy Yun stood beside him, with bright eyes and quiet eyes. He met his eyes, which was actually a touch of playfulness.

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Chapter completed!