As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

"Fairy, do you have any ghosts for sale?"

Fang Han asked, slightly cupping his fists as he greeted the woman in a red flowing skirt.

"Guest, I wonder if you want a mortal ghost or a monk's ghost?"

The woman in a red flowing skirt looked at Fang Han with a meaningful look, then smiled and said.

"I wonder how the ghosts of monks and the ghosts of mortals can be sold?"

Fang Han planned to ask about the price first before considering buying that kind of ghost.

"Guest, the ghosts of mortals have one hundred low-grade spiritual stones, but the ghosts of monks!"

"The first level of Qi refining is a monk's ghost, and one spiritual stone is ten pieces. The second level of Qi refining is a Yin soul, and two spiritual stones are one. The higher the cultivation level, the more expensive the price."

The woman in the red flowing skirt winked at Fang Han, and then introduced the price of the ghost to Fang Han.

"Fairy, I want a hundred ghosts who are above the tenth level of Qi refining, and a hundred thousand mortal souls."

Fang Han thought for a moment, ignored the eyebrows raised by the woman in the red flowing skirt, and said calmly.

In Fang Han's opinion, these ghosts are enough for Liu Mei and Liao Yiyi in the Soul-Eating Banner to directly break through to the thirteenth level of Qi Refining and complete their cultivation.

"One hundred thousand mortal souls and one hundred souls above the tenth level of Qi refining, a total of 760 low-grade spiritual stones. I can make the decision to erase the fraction. You only need to pay [-] low-grade spiritual stones."

The woman in the red flowing skirt was slightly startled when she heard that Fang Han wanted so many ghosts, and then her face was filled with joy, and her fox eyes narrowed in laughter.

"The monk in front of me seems to be a big customer."

The woman in the red flowing skirt looked at Fang Han and thought to herself.

She was not worried about Fang Han making fun of her at all, because the grass on the graves of those who dared to come to Qianyin Pavilion to cause trouble was already three feet high.

"Fairy, these are [-] low-grade spiritual stones. Check to see if there are any mistakes."

Fang Han was also cheerful. He took off a storage bag from his waist, transferred 700 spiritual stones from the medium-grade storage bag, and then directly handed over the storage bag containing [-] yuan of low-grade spiritual stones. To the woman in red flowing skirt in front of me.

"Your welcome is welcome, I will fetch the ghost for you."

The woman in the red flowing skirt took Fang Han's storage bag and confirmed that the spirit stone was correct, then turned and walked to the back hall.

Without letting Fang Han wait for a long time, the woman in the red flowing skirt quickly walked out of the back hall. She was holding a black cloth bag in her hand, with a soul-sealing curse engraved on it. There was a faint trace of the black cloth bag. Resentment floated out of it.

"Guest, the [-] mortal souls and [-] monk souls above the tenth level of Qi refining that you want are all in this soul-sealing bag. Please check if there are any mistakes."

The woman in the red flowing skirt walked up to Fang Han with gentle steps, smiled and handed the black cloth bag in her hand to Fang Han.

"As we all know, Qianyin Pavilion was opened by me, the elder of the Yin Mo Sect. I can rest assured that there is no need to check it."

Fang Han's spiritual consciousness vaguely swept over the soul-sealing bag. After discovering the misunderstanding, he took the black bag from the woman in the red skirt.

"I wonder if the guest needs anything else."

Seeing that Fang Han spent 700 yuan on low-grade spiritual stones, he didn't feel bad. The woman in the red flowing skirt realized that this must be a wealthy person, so she entertained Fang Han even more enthusiastically.

"Shangguanyun, Shangguan Yanlan, what type of top-quality magic weapon do you two need? You can find it yourself and I will help you pay the bill."

"As ordered!"

After dismissing the Guanyun sisters, Fang Han's eyes fell on the woman in the red skirt and said lightly:

"Fairy, I wonder if you sell magic weapons and defensive magic weapons that can be used by ghosts."

The woman in the red skirt's eyes lit up, and she could no longer conceal the smile on her face, and whispered:

"Guest, you can call me Murong Qianxue. Of course I have the magic weapon Qianyin Pavilion used by Li Gui that you want, but it's the price!"

"Fairy Qianxue, you can ask as long as the price is reasonable. I want four sets. By the way, the defensive magic weapon is best a female cultivator's armor."

Fang Han just asked with the mentality of giving it a try. Unexpectedly, Qianyin Pavilion actually had a magic weapon that the ghost could use, and Fang Han's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Xiaoyun, please take the guests to the VIP room on the second floor."

"Guest, you go to the lounge on the second floor first, and I will go get the ghost soldiers for you right now."

Murong Qianxue gave instructions to a girl in a white dress standing by the side, then turned around and walked into a room that could isolate her spiritual consciousness.

"Guest, please move to the private room on the second floor!"

A woman in a white dress named Xiaoyun looked slightly graceful to Fang Han. Fang Han looked back at Murong Qianxue and followed the lead of the maid Xiaoyun towards the second floor.

In the private room, Fang Han held a cup of steaming spiritual tea in his hand and tasted it leisurely. Behind him, there were two girls in pink clothes rubbing his shoulders.

About 3 minutes later, Murong Qianxue walked into Fang Han's private room with a storage bag in her hand.

"Guest, are you satisfied with the four sets of top-quality ghost soldiers inside?"

Murong Qianxue walked up to Fang Han and spoke softly.

"Thank you, Fairy Qianxue!"

Fang Han drank all the spiritual tea in his hand, then reached out to take the storage bag from Murong Qianxue's hand, and looked into it with his spiritual consciousness.

Fang Han discovered through his spiritual consciousness that there were four top-quality long sword ghost weapons exuding yin energy in the storage bag, as well as four sets of top-quality defensive magic weapon ghost weapon armors.

The spiritual essence flowing on the four sets of ghost soldiers was no weaker than the top-grade magical weapon he used, the Netherworld Soul Reaper Blade. Fang Han regained his consciousness and showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Seeing Fang Han smile, Murong Qianxue continued:

"Guest, these four sets of top-grade ghost weapons are made by our Qianyin Pavilion weapon refiner master. It can be said that the power and defense are half percent higher than the top-grade magic weapons of the same level."

Fang Han's face returned to calmness, he looked at the smiling Mu Rong Qianxue, and said calmly:

"Fairy Qianxue, I wonder how many spiritual stones are needed for these four sets of ghost soldiers?"

Seeing Fang Han getting straight to the point, Mu Rong Qianxue put away her smile, thought for a moment, and said:

"Guest, the price of this set of ghost soldiers is [-] low-grade spiritual stones, and four sets are [-] spiritual stones."

"Because you buy four sets at a time, you can get a discount of five hundred spiritual stones, which means you only need to pay thirteen thousand five hundred low-grade spiritual stones."

Fang Han didn't talk nonsense. This amount of spiritual stones was just a drop in the bucket for him. He directly took out a storage bag containing 500 yuan of spiritual stones, handed it to Mu Rong Qianxue, and then put away the bag. There is a ghost soldier storage bag.

After seeing that Fang Han paid the spirit stone correctly, Murong Qianxue accompanied Fang Han towards the first floor of Qianyin Pavilion.

As soon as he arrived on the first floor of Qianyin Pavilion, Fang Han saw Shangguan Yanlan holding a blue umbrella-shaped magic weapon in his hand, and Shangguan Yun holding a blood-red scimitar-shaped magic weapon in his hand. The two women looked like they couldn't put it down. .

"Son!"

Shangguan Yanlan's two daughters immediately ran to Fang Han when they saw Fang Han coming down, looking at Fang Han eagerly.

"Fairy Qianxue, how many spiritual stones are needed for these two top-quality magic weapons?"

Fang Han rolled his eyes at Shangguan Yanlan, and then looked at Murong Qianxue who was standing aside and asked.