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Cui Yang is like a frightened fawn at the moment. He has no real yuan all over his body. His face is very pale and his body is crumbling.

Looking at the young man in white, Cui Yang was flustered. He gave a cold drink and said, "do you know who I am?"

"I don't want to know your identity. I'm not interested."

PA!

A slap came up again.

Cui Yang's face is hot, and his heart is full of humiliation. He only wants to kill Ling Hao, but reason tells him not to seek death.

Ling Hao looked at him and said, "a little bug, what spectrum do you put in front of me?" Since his rebirth, he has been very disgusted with this kind of person who is domineering with his identity!

Passers by were shocked. Once upon a time, the arrogant Cui Yang was said to be a little bug. Anyone could hear the disdain in Linghao's tone. It was clear that Cui Yang was not taken seriously.

More people look at Cui Yang with sympathetic eyes. You have to jump in the line. Is this a stubble?

There's no way to fight back!

"I'll spare you this time. Next time I see you, remember to walk around." Linghao said lightly.

For people like Cui Yang, they are lawless in ordinary times. Maybe some monks will get in the way of his identity as the true disciple of the demon emperor sect. They will tolerate a little, but Ling Hao won't.

"Well, wait for me." Cui Yang leaves cursing.

He has a deep look at Ling Hao.

This man is going to die. Cui Yang's identity is not only a real disciple, but also the son of one of the four demon generals of the demon emperor clan. How could he suffer from this kind of loss.

They believe that in a short time, the young man in white will die miserably.

A group of people disappeared in the street in disgrace, which surprised the passers-by. They had never seen the appearance of the disciples of the demon emperor clan.

Li Yueyan, standing at the gate of Xuandan Pavilion, once again fixed his eyes on the young man in white in front of him.

"If I compete with him, I'm afraid I will lose in three moves."

"I don't know if he can win compared with the elder martial brother."

"What am I thinking? Elder martial brother is extremely talented. Compared with that, it's insulting to him."

Li Yueyan no longer watches Ling Hao, but leaves with her bodyguard. Although Ling Hao easily defeated Cui Yang, Li Yueyan could not admire her.

She is the house of the devil, the little princess of the devil. The house of the devil has existed for thousands of years. What's the secret?

In addition, Li Changqing, who worships her father as a teacher, is a monk of daozun bachongtian. He is young and has such strength. Therefore, Li Yueyan does not see much of tianzhijiaozi.

Linghao looks at many monks and sees himself. He doesn't look flustered. Instead, Shi Shilan goes to Xuandan Pavilion. He's here for the purpose of respecting Dan and can't return empty handed.

Xuandan Pavilion, in the room.

At the moment, the friar is less. In the counter stands an old man with white hair. He drinks tea with a teapot of purple sand. He looks like an old God.

The old man with white hair swept away, put down the teapot and looked at the door.

"I want to buy some daozundan."

Ling Hao takes a look at the bottles and jars placed at the back of the counter, which are filled with pills.

"Daozundan?" The old man with white hair looked at him carefully, and saw that he was young and moved in his heart, so young, could it not be Tao Zunjing?

In the world of cultivation, we all know that the older the cultivator is, the higher his cultivation will be, because the cultivation time is long.

But there are also exceptions. For example, the outstanding talents of some big forces, at a young age, are stronger than half the old people who have been buried in the ground.

This kind of person, everywhere is respected, thoughts spread, white haired old people on the pile of smiles, said: "yes, how much."

Linghao nodded and said, "I want the best Dao zundan."

When he heard the word "best", the old man with white hair opened his mouth wide and said nothing. There are also different levels of pills. This is because if the daozundan refined by the Alchemist is pure or not, the effect of the inferior daozundan can't be compared with that of the middle grade.

Inferior, medium, superior, best.

The old man with white hair said: "young man, a top-grade Dao Zun Dan needs a thousand top-grade Lingshi."

He was thinking, can this man come out? A thousand of the best spirit stones are not even a small number.

Linghao looks at the Lingshi in the heaven and earth bag. There are more than 3000 top-grade Lingshi left. He mumbles, "no, only five can activate her pure Yin body completely."

When he saw Zhou qingday again, he saw that she was a pure Yin body, so it was very difficult to break through the realm of daozun. Without the help of vast Zhenyuan, it would be difficult to break through in a lifetime.

Tao Zun pill contains the vast and extreme truth. If five of them are added together, it will be enough for Zhou qingday to break through the Tao Zun realm at one stroke.

"Well, buy three first, and then tomorrow." Ling Hao takes out three thousand Lingshi. In an instant, there is a pile of shiny stones under the counter. This scene makes many practitioners dumbfounded.

In the room, the aura is overwhelming!

This is all because of the effect of the best spirit stone.

The old man with white hair looked at Ling Hao stupidly and jumped in his heart.

Since he became a shopkeeper, he once saw a cultivator who spent 500 top-grade Lingshi at a time. That day, he was very happy and sold the most.

At ordinary times, there is no one to buy the best daozundan. It's too expensive. Besides, some daozun friars who are not rich in money will try to buy a cheap one. They can buy the best daozundan.

"Three first? Is he going to buy it? " The old man with white hair woke up and quickly took out three top-grade daozun pills. He put them in the brocade box and handed them to Ling Hao.