At this time, Xue Wuya was dressed in white clothes, carrying a long sword on his back, and his long hair that was originally loose was tied up. What's even more exaggerated is that his originally pale face actually had a bit of blood color, plus he had thick eyebrows and big eyes.

, he looks like a nine-point decent disciple, no one can tell that he is a member of the Demon Sect!

Xue Wuya also saw Chen Yang at the same time. After smiling knowingly, he immediately pretended to be a stranger.

Obviously, Xue Wuya thought that Chen Yang, like him, had successfully blended into the ranks of the upright disciples.

"Where are you going?"

The leader among the four, the long-bearded practitioner in brown clothes, walked up to Mr. Mo first, cupped his hands and asked.

"Go to the foot of the mountain ahead and meet up with my sect members."

Mr. Mo replied with a smile.

In fact, their group was still one day away from the rendezvous point agreed by the elders of Xiaoyao Sect. However, fearing the strength of the people on the other side, Mr. Mo still lied. He said this to make the other party think that he was nearby.

So don't dare to be too presumptuous.

However, the practitioner in brown clothes and long beard obviously did not believe what Mr. Mo said. He said with a smile: "We are destined to meet each other. I wonder what spiritual herbs you have collected along the way. Can you exchange some with me?"

In the ruins, the rare spiritual herbs collected by many practitioners are not necessarily what they need. Therefore, many people will trade spiritual herbs with other practitioners they meet in the ruins, or some information about the places where the spiritual herbs grow.

However, this is all based on the situation where the strength of both parties is equal. If the strength is not equal, it is very likely to lead to murder and robbery.

Mo Lao estimated that he only had three masters in the interior realm, and the young master only had the exterior realm, and that the opponent would definitely become a burden in a fight, so he tried his best to avoid conflict with the opponent.

In order not to anger the other party, Mr. Mo politely took out some spiritual herbs for the other party to choose from.

What he traded was some spiritual herbs that were relatively rare and difficult to obtain.

The practitioner in brown clothes was also quite surprised when he saw the spiritual grass in Mr. Mo's hand. There were indeed many things he wanted in it, but the value of the spiritual grass he took out was much lower than that of Mr. Mo's.

At this time, the brown-clothed practitioner showed a fierce look in his eyes.

Seeing this, Mr. Mo suddenly laughed and said, "Brother, can you transfer your Fire Jade Bone Ginseng to me?"

"You want this?"

The cultivator in brown clothes raised his eyes and looked at the fire jade bone ginseng in front of him, with a slight surprise on his face.

The value of this fire jade bone ginseng was not too high, but because it was relatively old, nearly a thousand years old, he took some effort to snatch it from the mouth of a low-level demonic beast, an armored porcupine.

Compared with the spiritual grass that Mr. Mo brought out, this fire jade bone ginseng is still a bit unattractive.

"I worked so hard to obtain this Fire Jade Bone Ginseng from the protection of a high-level monster. What are you going to exchange for it with me?"

The cultivator in brown clothes raised the corner of his mouth and asked.

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