Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

It was midsummer again. After Fang Qingyuan got off the floating cloud boat and looked at the familiar Tianmen Mountain Pier, he finally felt relaxed.

A month ago, I killed two late-stage Qi-refining monks in front of the cliff city. Listening to the meaning of their words, there were ten more people as powerful as them.

Fang Qingyuan felt that after causing trouble, he had to rush back to his hometown and stand there waiting for the other party to take revenge. This was not a sign of bravery and fearlessness, but stupidity.

Now that Fang Qingyuan has returned to Tianmen Mountain, on his sect's territory, his courage has finally grown again.

Carrying the Yinbao full of goods, Fang Qingyuan ignored the crowded flow of people. After leaving the dock, the Yinbao bat spread its wings, and one man and two beasts flew towards his small courtyard.

When he got home, away from the crowd and overgrown with weeds in the courtyard, Fang Qingyuan ignored it and unloaded all the goods on Yinbao's back first.

These goods were obtained by Fang Qingyuan in order to deceive others. Although they looked like a lot, they were not worth many spiritual stones. The total amount was only two thousand.

And in his own Immortal Mansion, goods worth more than 30,000 spirit stones were still lying quietly, waiting for him to slowly take action.

After unloading the goods, Fang Qingyuan went out to find the fellow disciple next to him, bought ten pigs and fish, and then came back and fed them all to Yinbao.

Yin Bao looked at these pig fish, his saliva flowed loudly, and then he took one bite. In a short time, not a single pig fish was left.

In this battle, Yinbao carried Fang Qingyuan in a coquettish manner, walking the snake-faced monk around. On the floating cloud boat, Fang Qingyuan did not have any pigs and fish for Yinbao. As soon as he got home, Fang Qingyuan bought ten of them. Silver treasure reward.

After Yinbao ate the pig and fish, he felt a little tired. The space in the floating cloud boat was small, and Yinbao had been huddled in one place. Naturally, he was very unhappy. Now that he was back in a familiar nest, Yinbao began to fall asleep. .

Fang Qingyuan first cleaned up Yinbao's animal pen, and then let Yinbao lie down and sleep. After he finished all these chores, the sky was already dark.

Fang Qingyuan thought for a while, took out the small five-element upside-down magic array, and arranged it in his small courtyard.

In the past, Qian Qingyuan didn't set up a magic array simply because he was poor. Now that he was a little richer, he naturally had to use the necessary protective measures.

After arranging the illusion array, Fang Qingyuan felt a little more secure. Although outsiders could not enter within his sect's sphere of influence, he wanted to arrange more protection to make himself more secure.

After the magic array was properly arranged, Fang Qingyuan took Jinbao into the quiet room.

After Jinbao entered the house, he looked at the familiar little bed and jumped on it happily. It buried itself in the quilt, and soon fell into sleep.

Seeing this scene, Fang Qingyuan also felt that he needed to have a good sleep. After traveling for three months, the first thing he did when he got home was to have a good sleep.

But Fang Qingyuan can't rest now, he still has many things to deal with.

He took out two jade boxes and uncovered the forbidden talismans. In each jade box, there was a ten-square storage bag lying quietly inside.

These two storage bags were obtained from the snake-faced and chicken-faced monks. At that time, Fang Qingyuan was on his way and did not dare to stop in the tribes along the way. He simply sealed them and waited for the right time to open them.

During the month in the floating cloud boat, Fang Qingyuan has been using his spiritual consciousness to slowly eliminate the original owner's mark on the storage bag.

Because the original owners of these two storage bags were in the late stage of Qi refining, the spiritual seal attached to them was also relatively strong. Fang Qingyuan spent more than a month grinding the seals on them to the last level.

Fang Qingyuan also had a few storage bags in the past. In front of Shandu Mountain for the first time, those four storage bags only took two or three days to open.

As for the storage bag obtained from the Liu brothers, Fang Qingyuan also struggled for a long time. However, after such hard work, the things inside were also very rich. It was by relying on the Liu brothers' storage bags that Fang Qingyuan slowly began to have Got some money.

The two storage bags in front of me, let alone the value of the contents inside, are just the storage bags themselves. Two storage bags measuring ten square meters can be sold for more than 2,000 spirit stones.

Fang Qingyuan was the first to pick up the storage bag of the snake-faced monk. His consciousness swept over it, and the size and shape of the storage bag were reflected in his mind.

Feeling the last thin film on it, Fang Qingyuan's consciousness suddenly exerted force, like a small hammer. With a bang, it was really like breaking an egg shell, and the image of the storage bag in his mind suddenly appeared. Suddenly shattered.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Qingyuan's mind was filled with a lot of things, so full that it seemed to fill an entire room.

Fang Qingyuan shuddered suddenly, and the overflowing feeling also moved from his mind to his hands. At that moment, the palm of his hand seemed to swell, and what he held in it was no longer a small storage bag, but a room filled with all kinds of sundries.

After calming down, Fang Qingyuan felt the things inside, and his heart was filled with joy. There were a lot of things in the snake-faced monk's storage bag. It seemed that the snake-faced monk had done a lot of unprofitable business before robbing him. .

However, now it is all at your own convenience.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan controlled his consciousness and started to take it out one by one. After half a quarter of an hour, all the Shifang storage bags were emptied out.

In Fang Qingyuan's quiet room, the floor was covered with all kinds of magical instruments, shining with auras of different colors, which looked like a kaleidoscope in Fang Qingyuan's eyes.

Looking at the pile in front of him, Fang Qingyuan steadied his breathing and began to slowly arrange them into categories. After a while, Fang Qingyuan simply placed the things in front of him into three categories.

The first category is various spiritual materials, most of which are first-level five-element spiritual materials, but there are also a few second-level spiritual materials among them. Such a pile is worth about 8,000 spiritual stones.

The second category consists of about twenty magical artifacts. Fang Qingyuan saw that none of them were good. They were all first-class goods. However, if all these magical artifacts were sold, they would be worth ten thousand spiritual stones.

The third category consisted of several jade slips and some unused talismans. Fang Qingyuan looked at the jade slips and found that they were all fire and earth skills popular in the desert, which did not match his attributes.

In the end, Fang Qingyuan calculated that he could get 20,000 spiritual stones from the snake-faced monk.

This is not a small number. You must know that the entire net worth of an inner disciple of the Beast Control Sect is only about three thousand spirit stones.

It is said that the gold belt that kills people and sets fires is easy to get rich if you do too many things like licking blood from the edge of the knife, but sooner or later you will get trapped in it. The snake-faced monk worked hard for many days, but in the end he got an advantage.

After sorting out the storage bag of the snake-faced monk, Fang Qingyuan opened the storage bag of the chicken-faced monk, but the net worth of the chicken-faced monk was not as rich as that of the snake-faced monk.

Fang Qingyuan recalled that during the battle that day, the chicken-faced monk ended up using mortal swordsmanship to fight Jin Bao. It turned out that his own magical weapons were damaged by Jin Bao.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan was helpless. Should he blame Jinbao for not cherishing his magical weapon?

However, although the chicken noodle monk's magic weapon was broken, it happened to be used as Jinbao's food, so it was not a waste.

In the end, the two late-stage qi-training monks who robbed Fang Qingyuan finally brought him 40,000 spirit stones. Adding Fang Qingyuan's profit from running a business, Fang Qingyuan now has a net worth of nearly 80,000 spirit stones.