Chapter 432 Ghost Sword Old Man

This black-robed monk is none other than Wu Yan, who is wearing a special concealing instrument. At this moment, he not only changed his appearance using a special bone-shrinking technique, but also used this special magic weapon to cover up his changed appearance. The purpose was of course to deceive others.

After processing several batches of things in the suburbs, Wu Yan unexpectedly obtained nearly 600,000 low-level spiritual stones. Unfortunately, there are a lot of things he sells, but only a few are relatively rare. Only more than 100,000 of the obtained spiritual stones were mid-level spiritual stones, and the remaining 500,000 were low-level spiritual stones.

In Liehai City, only the Wang Family's Spirit Coin Shop provides the exchange of various spirit coins. However, if you exchange spirit coins at their Spirit Coin Shop, they will charge a certain fee.

For this big gamble, Wu Yan worked hard. He planned to exchange all the magic crystals and spiritual stones into high-level ones.

After Wu Yan walked around Wangjiabao City, he found nothing unusual, and then Shi Shiran walked into a splendid high-rise palace.

As soon as he walked into Wangjialing Coin Store, a foundation-building monk who was in charge of reception came out to contact Wu Yan.

"I have met this senior. I wonder if he wants to store, borrow or exchange spiritual coins? If he wants to store or borrow spiritual coins, the senior needs to report the name and take off the concealing magic weapon, and the shopkeeper of the bank will personally inspect it. This can only be done after the person is clear. But if the senior only needs to exchange spiritual coins, there is no need to do this." The monk, who looked about thirty years old, introduced to Wu Yan respectfully.

"Oh? Is there such a rule?" Wu Yan pondered for a moment and said, "I wonder if your bank provides the business of exchanging low-level spiritual coins for high-level spiritual coins?"

Hearing this, the green-robed monk in his thirties smiled and took the trouble to introduce to Wu Yan: "Of course. I wonder how many spiritual coins do you need to exchange, senior? Although our spiritual currency shop provides low-level spiritual coins to exchange for high-level spiritual coins. business, but because the value of low-level spiritual coins is much lower than that of high-level spiritual coins, and the scarcity of high-level spiritual coins is well known in the world of immortality, so although our bank provides this kind of exchange business , but it requires a certain fee, and the exchange rate is also quite high. Generally, it takes one hundred and ten low-level spiritual stones to exchange for one mid-level spiritual stone, and one hundred and five mid-level spiritual stones. Stone can be exchanged for a high-level spiritual stone. The same is true for other magic crystals. "

After the man finished speaking, he looked at Wu Yan with a smile. It's a pity that Wu Yan brought a concealment weapon and changed his appearance, so naturally he couldn't see anything.

After pondering for a while, Wu Yan gritted his teeth and said: "Although your bank's exchange rate is indeed relatively high, it is not too outrageous. Okay, I have decided to exchange it. Are you in charge of this matter? "

"I wonder how many spiritual coins the senior wants to exchange? If the amount does not exceed one hundred thousand spiritual stones, the junior can exchange it for the senior at his own discretion. If it exceeds this number, the shopkeeper of the bank will need to come forward." The monk was still smiling. said.

Wu Yan nodded and said, "In that case, please, fellow Taoist, please ask your shopkeeper to come out."

When the middle-aged monk heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he quickly said enthusiastically: "Okay, senior, please go to the Accord upstairs with the junior. Later, I will ask the shopkeeper to contact the senior."

After receiving such a big business, this person's commission was quite considerable, so he was naturally very enthusiastic and happy. Immediately, the middle-aged monk led Wu Yan upstairs.

Half an hour later, Wu Yan walked down the stairs with satisfaction, and left the place without hesitation, heading for the city gate.

At this time, in the room on the top floor of the Lingbi Bank, an old man in green robes who was in the early stage of pill formation was respectfully reporting what had just happened to a middle-aged scribe who was in the late stage of pill formation.

"Master, this person is wearing a special concealing magic weapon. Moreover, this person seems to have practiced an extremely special technique to hide his aura. It is really difficult for me to judge the origin of this person." The old man in green robe said to the middle-aged scribe.

"I exchanged more than 1.1 million low-level spiritual stones and more than 900,000 low-level and mid-level magic crystals at one time, but the identity of this person cannot be determined, which is really weird. There is a pill-forming person with this wealth in the city Apart from those large disciples, there are probably not many early monks, right?" the middle-aged scribe said to himself.

The old man in green robe also nodded, and suddenly said: "Master, do you want your subordinates to send someone to follow and find out the origin of this person?"

"You're not going to sprinkle spiritual breath incense on this person again, are you?" The middle-aged scribe frowned displeased.

"Hehe, for such a wealthy monk, of course his subordinates must pay attention. But please don't worry, head of the family, with this person's cultivation, he will never notice it." The old man in green robe said with a proud smile.

"Wen Nuo, how many times have I told you? If you do this, it will bring disaster to our industry sooner or later. Huh, your master has always been unwilling to accept the solicitation of my Wang family, but he has repeatedly used you to influence my Wang family. What do you masters and disciples think of us, the Wang family, by doing this kind of business with no capital at the convenience of the currency bank?" When the middle-aged scribe heard the old man's words, he suddenly reprimanded the old man in green robe with anger on his face.

A dry smile appeared on the face of the old man in green robe, and he said cautiously: "Master, in fact, after repeated persuasion by my subordinates, my master has made a move. If you give me some more time, I will be able to convince my master. Become the guest elder of the Wang family."

"Hmph, every time you do something like this, you use these words to trick me, Wen Nuo, do you think I am a three-year-old child?" The middle-aged scribe's anger remained unabated, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face, but It seemed that the master behind the green-robed old man was quite afraid, so he was just scolding him, and he continued: "If it weren't for the fact that Master 'Ghost Sword Old Man' is the most proficient in assassination in Xumihai, Nascent Soul. For the sake of casual cultivators, I have already transferred you to another place. You should stop playing tricks on me. Huh, if you can't convince the commander to join my Wang family before this hunting sea war, then this I will ask Huang Jian to take over the position of treasurer of Lingbi Bank. He would rather not be the leader of Huangfeng Island, but he would rather join me as a late-stage pill-forming master of the Wang family."

When the green-robed monk heard what the middle-aged scribe said, his face suddenly turned ugly, and he didn't know what to say. After the middle-aged scribe finished speaking, he ignored him and left the Ling Coin Shop. The green-robed monk was left pacing anxiously in the room.

After a while, the green-robed monk seemed to have made a decision. He immediately took out a messenger talisman, said something to his mouth, and then sacrificed it. The messenger talisman turned into a black light and rushed out of the spirit coin row and disappeared.

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Wu Yan left Wangjiabao City in a straight line and flew towards Yanjiabao City.

On the way to escape, Wu Yan was thinking about what had just happened in the accommodation upstairs at Lingbi Hang, but there was a hint of a sneer on his face hidden in the bamboo hat.

The shopkeeper of the Spiritual Coin Shop named Wen Nuo, after exchanging one hundred high-level spiritual stones and eighty high-level magic crystals for Wu Yan, took advantage of his opportunity to check the spiritual stones and magic crystals and secretly smuggled money into him. Sprinkle some colorless and odorless powder.

Although the green-robed old man's methods were extremely concealed, it was ridiculous that he had no idea that Wu Yan was an ancestor who was a master of poison. It was simply ridiculous to use such methods in front of him.

Wu Yan noticed at the first moment that what Wennuo sprinkled on him was not poisonous powder, but a colorless and odorless spiritual scent that had the ability to track.

Although Wu Yan didn't know why this person did this, it was definitely not a good thing.

However, Wu Yan did not expose this person's behavior. He really wanted to see what the Wang family wanted to do. Wu Yan didn't quite believe that the Wang family, with its huge property and good reputation in Liehai City, would engage in such unprofitable business.

He didn't get rid of the spiritual fragrance on his body. Instead, he took spiritual coins worth about four million and headed directly to Yanjiabao City.

This time, he planned to bet all his belongings at once, and also bet additional dead bets, making a big gamble.

Not long after Wu Yan's figure disappeared into the magic circle of Yanjiabao City, an inconspicuous-looking old man in a thin brown robe appeared in the place where Wu Yan had just disappeared.

This skinny old man, no more than five feet tall, was wrapped in a dry dark brown monk's robe. His sparse and messy gray hair was casually tied into a bun and pinned with a small wooden sword-shaped hair fork.

There was a faint ghostly aura about the old man, but he didn't look like a monk at all. Instead, he looked like a handyman Taoist priest in a dilapidated Taoist temple in the mortal world.

Who could have imagined that this brown-robed Taoist priest was the "Old Man of the Ghost Sword", a Nascent Soul monk who was famous in Xumihai and made a living by assassinating people?

The old man glanced at Yanjiabao City lightly and murmured softly: "What a weird boy. He turns out to be able to use the bone-shrinking technique in ordinary martial arts. It seems that that just now is not his true appearance. Let's see what he looks like. What is Yanjiapu City going to do?"

As the old man said this, he suddenly took a step forward and his figure suddenly disappeared. The magic formation in Yanjiabao City seemed to not exist in front of this old man. A moment later, an inconspicuous old Taoist priest in brown robe appeared on an inconspicuous mortal street in Yanjiabao City.

The old Taoist priest happened to be standing in front of a pavilion shop facing the street. Suddenly, a basin of sewage poured down from the open window upstairs, hitting the old man.

The stench emanated from the old Taoist priest. People passing by covered their noses and walked away. They pointed at the old Taoist who looked extremely embarrassed and laughed.

The old man glanced upstairs indifferently. A fat head popped out of the open window, but it was a fat man who looked like a butcher. When the fat man saw the old Taoist priest looking upstairs, he couldn't help but stare with fierce eyes and shouted: "What are you looking at? Stinky Taoist priest, let's see if you believe it or not. I'll go down and stab you to death!"

The old man smiled lightly, glanced at the fat man and the pavilion under him, and then walked towards the inner city.

The fat man spat thickly at the retreating figure, closed the door, and was about to vent his anger to his mother-in-law. Unexpectedly, an inexplicable odor suddenly arose in his shop. Yin fire. Almost in the blink of an eye, the huge pavilion and house turned into ashes and disappeared from the street. All the people inside were naturally burned to ashes along with this inexplicable yin fire. All that was left was a black pit that was dozens of feet in diameter and several feet deep, indicating that there was a rather large house here.

The crowd on the street turned pale with horror and looked fearfully in the direction in which the old Taoist priest had just left, but he was nowhere to be seen? Everyone seemed to have seen a ghost, and they all ran away in an instant with a cry of "Oh my God."