Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Qin Fengming went straight to the stone platform, where there was a three or four-foot-high palace. This palace looked extremely simple, showing that it was very old, and there was no plaque hanging above the main entrance.

Sensing the energy fluctuations at the palace gate, Qin Fengming knew that this palace was completely surrounded by some kind of powerful restriction. Even if the divine consciousness is released, it cannot detect anything in the hall.

Although there were crowds of people in front of the stone platform, there were very few people here, and no monks stayed here.

"Fellow Taoist, do you have any precious items that you need to exchange?"

Just when Qin Fengming stood in front of the hall door, he saw a flash of light at the door of the hall, and a figure flashed out. This person is wearing the clothes of the Green Snake Valley Fair, and has the cultivation level of the middle stage of becoming an elixir.

"Ah, yes, Qin has a piece of weapon refining material here, and he wants to exchange it with other Taoist friends through the stone platform here." Qin Fengming saw this, and said without any strange expression on his face.

"Since Fellow Daoist has items to exchange, please invite Fellow Daoist Qin to enter the hall to speak."

Qin Fengming didn't hesitate at all. He followed the man and walked towards the palace gate.

The restriction at the door of the palace was also mysterious. Qin Fengming seemed to have entered the hall without feeling anything.

Entering the main hall, Qin Fengming couldn't help but be stunned. There were nearly 20 or 30 monks in the hall, which was only about ten feet in size. A dozen of them were sitting in the center of the main hall. These monks are all wearing the clothes of the Green Snake Valley Fair.

Although the uniforms were uniform, Qin Fengming could see that these monks belonged to different sects, because wherever the monks sat around, there was a stone tablet with different names written on it: Jingyun Sect, Wen Family , Feihuang Valley, White Crane Gate. It seems that these monks are undoubtedly the guardian monks of this trading desk.

A dozen other monks were sitting on wooden chairs beside the four Eight Immortals tables on both sides of the hall, sipping fragrant tea. Seeing Qin Fengming approaching, they all turned to look at Qin Fengming, and then lowered their heads to drink the fragrant tea.

On the front of the main hall, there is also a huge stone mirror, which is very similar to the stone mirror seen in Jingyun Sect. At this time, the names of many materials and spiritual herbs were revealed on the stone mirror. Some names have faded, but some are still shining brightly.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, as long as you pay one thousand spirit stones and take out the treasures to be exchanged, I will make arrangements in a moment."

Qin Fengming did not hesitate. He raised his hand and a jade box appeared in his hand. With a flick, the lid of the box opened, revealing a piece of black weapon refining material inside.

"This is a piece of black crystal. Qin plans to exchange it for a purple crystal of the same size or a blue waterfall crystal of the same size."

"What? It's actually a piece of black stone crystal. How can such a precious material appear here?"

"Black crystal is a precious material for refining top-notch magic weapons. Is this fellow Taoist crazy?"

Following Qin Fengming's words, dozens of monks in the hall opened their eyes almost at the same time, and they all looked at Qin Fengming with incredible expressions. Some of the monks couldn't help but speak out.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, do you really plan to exchange this piece of black stone crystal here? This piece of weapon refining material is too precious. Even if it is placed in the official trade fair of Green Snake Valley, it has already met the conditions."

Looking at the jade box in the hands of the black-faced monk in front of him, the monk who led Qin Fengming into the temple said with a look of shock on his face. His tone also showed a hint of unsteadiness.

"Yes, this is a thousand spiritual stones. Just ask fellow Taoist to arrange it for Qin."

The monk took the spirit stone and the jade box, looked at Qin Fengming again, then turned and walked towards the huge stone mirror.

"Wait a minute, fellow Taoist, I want to get this piece of black stone crystal, but I don't know which two materials should be removed. Can you trade it with spiritual stones? As long as you want to give up your love, no matter how many spiritual stones you have, I will never do it." Don’t refuse.”

Just when the leading monk turned around to handle the transaction,

Suddenly, an old man with yellow hair stood up from the side of the hall. At the table of the Eight Immortals where the old man was sitting, there was no monk sitting at the same table with him.

The yellow-haired old man stepped forward quickly, came directly in front of Qin Fengming, and stretched out his hand to intercept the monk.

This old man's face was hidden in a layer of gray mist, making it difficult for ordinary people to see his face clearly. As the old man approached, an extremely cold aura swept towards Qin Fengming. Without even looking at this person, there is no doubt that he is a demon cultivator.

"My fellow Taoist, I'm sorry. Qin removed those two materials, but he will never exchange them for anything else." Facing the demon cultivator at the peak of the Pill Formation in front of him, Qin Fengming's expression remained unmoved and he spoke directly.

"I, Huang Xuzi, am practicing in Yanyun Mountain, which is hundreds of thousands of miles away from here. I believe fellow Taoists have heard of Yanyun Mountain before."

The yellow-haired old man did not comment on Qin Fengming's answer, but suddenly said so.

"I'm sorry, I forgive Qin for being clumsy, but I don't know where Yanyun Mountain is. However, Qin only exchanged this piece of black stone crystal for purple lin stone and blue waterfall crystal, but he would never exchange it for anything else. exchange."

As Qin Fengming said these words, a dozen Chengdan monks sitting at the Eight Immortal Tables on both sides of the hall almost simultaneously let out a soft sigh. Some monks even whispered:

"Ah, that monk in the early stage of becoming an elixir didn't know about Yanyun Mountain. He is really not afraid of tigers. It seems that this person will be in serious trouble today."

"Hmph, that black-faced monk actually dared to say such things to fellow Taoist Huang Xuzi. You really don't know how generous the world is."

Although everyone's whispers were extremely weak, under Qin Fengming's powerful spiritual consciousness, they could hear every word.

After hearing what everyone said, Qin Fengming immediately knew that the yellow-haired old man in front of him must be a person of great background. There must be someone extremely powerful behind him. But Qin Fengming was a little shocked by these comments, but he didn't take them to heart.

Now that the Evil God Sect was under pressure from Manghuang Mountain and the two super sects, it had withdrawn the original reward and promised in person that it would not do such unscrupulous things again. Qin Fengming could now blatantly walk in the world of immortal cultivation in the Yuanfeng Empire.

As the young master of Manghuang Mountain, he can be used as a powerful amulet. Even those famous Ying-Hua monks would be courteous to him.

With the knowledge of all the old monsters, they would naturally know that Qin Fengming must have had some secret surveillance technique placed on Qin Fengming by the five great monks of Manghuang Mountain. As long as he dies, Manghuang Mountain will definitely know about it. In this way, no Yingying monk would be willing to risk offending Manghuang Mountain to kill Qin Fengming.

Although this kind of protection is not omnipotent, for Qin Fengming, it gives him a huge room for maneuver. Even if there is a monk who wants to do something evil to him, if the other party hesitates, he can use secret techniques to escape.

"Hmph, okay, okay, okay, I have remembered what you said, and I hope you don't leave Green Snake Valley as soon as possible."

The yellow-haired old man stared at Qin Fengming for a moment, then shook his sleeves, snorted coldly, and sat back down at the Eight Immortals Table where he had been sitting, and then stopped looking at Qin Fengming.