For cultivators in the Golden Pill Realm, unless they have a good background, a hundred spirit stones are a considerable asset.

Senior Brother Li and others changed their faces again.

Storage bag!

This kid actually has a storage bag!

Qi Jiao was obviously stunned, looking at a loss.

Qin Yu glanced at the surroundings and said softly: "Miss Qi, let's put away the spirit stone as soon as possible."

"Oh, oh!" Qi Jiao looked around and saw a junior brother taking off his outer shirt and wrapping up the spirit stone.

The monk bid for five hundred spirit stones, swept over Qin Yu with cold eyes, turned around and left.

Qin Yu glanced at his back and subconsciously frowned slightly. The aura of this man made him quite displeased.

But this person was not entangled, and Qin Yu was unwilling to have trouble. He suppressed his mind and bowed his hand, put away his sword sheath and turned around and left.

Back to the stone house, take out a few array plates and arrange them in the corner. There is no strong defensive force, but it is enough to cover up the breath. If someone peeks at it, he can also be warned in time to let Qin Yu react.

With a wave of his sleeve, the light flashed slightly, the sword sheath that had just been collected appeared again. Next to it was a black short sword, which was obtained from the Demon-Sealing Earth.

The black short sword trembled, and flew out "swoosh" like cheers, and inserted into the scabbard. As a layer of black light appeared, the rust on the surface of the scabbard quickly wriggled, and gradually turned into a thick dark black, mixed with blood spots.
Chapter completed!