After these small twists and turns, the exchange between the crowd continued.
Everyone was cautious, and the exchange went smoothly. Gradually, the atmosphere heated up. Some of the people who were watching could no longer hold back and began to exchange.
When everyone was almost done, Fang Xing stood up and said in a clear voice, "I also have something to exchange, but it's a fixed price. One hundred and fifty spirit stones, no less. Sigh, actually, one hundred and fifty spirit stones is already a loss for me. After all, before I entered the immortal sect, I begged my old man to spend thirty thousand taels of gold to buy it …"
When he opened his mouth, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Previously, the young man took out a mid-grade flying sword that was worth a hundred spirit stones, and that was already shocking enough. Now, there was another person who called out a price of one hundred and fifty. Moreover, he said that it was already a loss for him to only exchange for one hundred and fifty. Who wouldn't want to take a look at such a rare treasure? Especially that big rat spirit, whose eyes were narrowed into slits, quickly came over.
"What kind of Dharma artifact is it worth thirty thousand taels of gold? Quick, take it out and take a look. "
Fang Xing said, "Senior Apprentice Brother, you seem to know your stuff. I was just about to ask you to appraise it and see if it's worth three hundred spirit stones, or if you can add a little more …"
As he spoke, he opened his palm, revealing a delicately crafted tobacco flask. Under the moonlight, it faintly emitted a spiritual light.
"Huh?"
The big rat spirit sized it up and felt that it was indeed a Spirit Artifact. However, he felt that something was wrong. It didn't seem to be worth thirty thousand taels of gold. However, when he heard Fang Xing's confidence, he didn't dare to confirm it, so he moved closer to take a look.
The people around him also had the same thought, and they all moved closer to take a look.
"It's indeed a Dharma artifact, but it doesn't seem to be worth thirty thousand taels of gold. Could it be that this Senior Apprentice Brother has been cheated?"
"Hey, Senior Apprentice Brother, you're not deliberately calling out a price to trick us into a higher price, are you?"
"Not necessarily. This Senior Apprentice Brother, is there something extraordinary about this Dharma artifact? Can you let us take a look?"
Everyone was discussing in a low voice. Some people also wanted to see how this Dharma artifact was used.
"Of course you can. Hmph, I don't even want to say that this magic tool isn't worth thirty thousand taels of gold. You really have bad taste. Today, I will show you what a real magic tool is based on your words!" Fang Xing put on an act. He opened his palm and pressed it above the tobacco pot. He said in a low voice, "Open your eyes wide. This artifact is wonderful in its subtleties. We have to look carefully …"
Hearing his words, everyone couldn't help but move closer to him.
"Spirits of the heavens, spirits of the earth, spirits of the thirty thousand taels of gold, show yourself!"
When Fang Xing saw that everyone was close enough, he shouted in a low voice and hit the tobacco pot with his palm.
"Chi …"
Suddenly, a wisp of smoke flew out of the tobacco pot.
The smoke was light green in color, and when it entered his nose, he felt a sweet fragrance invading his brain.
The few first layer spirit formation disciples who were close to the smoke pot immediately fainted on the ground.
The few second layer spirit formation disciples also trembled. They wanted to struggle, but they felt powerless and slowly fell to the ground.
As for the Rat Spirit, his cultivation was the highest, and his resistance was also the strongest. When he felt that something was wrong, he immediately tried to escape. However, he was the closest to the tobacco pot, and when Fang Xing released the poisonous smoke, he directly sprayed it into his nostrils. Seeing that he was retreating, he also suddenly jumped and chased after him. The tobacco pot was always a foot in front of him, and he fiercely sprayed it into his face.
"You …"
The big rat spirit's small eyes widened. He pointed at Fang Xing and wanted to shout. However, he felt dizzy and his body slowly fell to the ground.
However, the expression on his face showed that he was very unwilling.
He was usually careful. After coming here this time, he had been guarding against the guys who looked like the old disciples of the Blue Cloud Sect. But in any case, he never thought that a disciple who had just entered the Immortal Sect would have such courage and dare to do such a thing.
A moment of carelessness, he fell into a trap. He could only blame it on his bad luck.
"Damn it, almost caused me to fail!"
Fang Xing ferociously kicked him, and even stepped on a bit of his flesh. Only when he realized that the Big Rat Spirit had no reaction did he relax. There was no one who could endure such pain and not react at all. It seemed that he had really fainted.
The smoke pot that Fourth Uncle had given him was really not bad, but he had also taken a risk. Fang Xing knew that although this smoke was extraordinary, the higher the opponent's cultivation, the stronger their resistance would be. In the past, Fourth Uncle had an even bigger smoke pot, but when he had sprayed it towards Xiao Jianming and the iron eagle, the opponent had unexpectedly only swayed a little before turning around and cutting him into two halves with a sword.
From this, it could be seen that this smoke was almost completely ineffective against true sect disciples who were at least spirit formation seventh layer and above.
The reason why Du Fang dared to do this was because he had tested it on himself before. He released a little of the sleeping gas on himself and he immediately fell into a deep sleep for a day and a night. Based on this, he concluded that it was possible to use it to do this.
"What's the situation?"
Not far away, someone asked in a low voice. Fang Xing's heart shivered. He immediately knew that it was the two guards who heard the commotion.
Fang Xing was startled. He forgot that there were two of them at the door.
"Damn it, don't snatch it. I won't exchange this treasure, okay? Get lost, I'm leaving! "
Fang Xing rolled his eyes and suddenly shouted loudly. His voice was so loud that it startled a flock of birds.
The two guards were shocked and hurriedly rushed in to check. They bumped into a figure and saw that the person staggered and a small tobacco pot was about to fly out of his hand. The two guards subconsciously reached out to catch it, only to see the figure turn in the air and press his palm on the tobacco pot. Immediately, a green smoke sprayed out and sprayed directly on one of the guards' faces.
"You … …"
That guard was slightly startled. Before he could react, he smelled a sweet fragrance in his mouth and nose. His body softened.
"What are you trying to do?"
The other guard was startled. He only smelled a little. Although he also felt dizzy, he didn't faint.
Fang Xing smiled coldly and said, "I'm doing this!"
He pulled out a knife and stabbed it at him.
The guard was shocked. He hastily dodged to the side and reached for his magic tool.
However, he was also hit by a little smoke. His reaction was a little slow. His action of taking out the magic tool was a little slow. After Fang Xing's attack missed, he had already jumped up in the air. He turned around and kicked the guard in the chest, kicking him to the ground.
At this time, the guard finally had the opportunity to take out his flying sword. Resisting the dizziness in his head, he was about to lock on to Fang Xing and take out his flying sword. But at this time, Fang Xing suddenly took out something and waved it at him.
"Pa pa pa … …"
A silver light flew over and hit the guard's body. Dust flew up and a terrible sound rang out.
"This thing is not good to be nailed to the body. If you don't want to die, throw the flying sword to the side … …"
Fang Xing's cold voice sounded. In his hand, he was holding an iron tube. The silver light was shot out from inside.
The guard was shocked. He turned his head to look. He saw a row of silver needles on the ground beside him. Most of them were already inserted into the ground. There were even a few that were shot into the trees beside him. They were completely inserted. Only the head and tail could be seen.
This made his heart turn cold. Such terrifying silver needles. If they were to hit his body … …
"Since you're courting death, don't blame me … …"
Fang Xing suddenly shouted. He raised the iron tube in his hand.
"No. I'll throw the flying sword … …"
The guard was just an ordinary outer sect disciple. He had just entered the Dao Sect. He was still dreaming of being a free and unfettered immortal. How could he be willing to give up his life at this time. He immediately shouted and threw the flying sword to the side.
"Heh. At least you know what's good for you!"
Fang Xing sneered. He stuffed the iron tube into his bosom. He strode over and kicked the guard's face.
The guard's head swayed. He slowly fell down. Suddenly, he raised his head again. He said with a sobbing tone, "What are you doing?"
"Damn it. Why haven't you fainted yet?"
Fang Xing was also a little embarrassed. He could only take the tobacco pot and blow it at his face. It was settled. The guard fell down and did not wake up again.
"Hehe. Today's a big harvest. What a flock of fat sheep … …"
Fang Xing was overjoyed. He dragged the two guards to the middle of the valley. He then began to collect his spoils of war.
He first took the storage ring from the young man who seemed to be from a rich family. He then began to search everyone for spirit stones.
When everyone was trading with each other, he had already remembered what these people had on them. He was very familiar with this.
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