A hand suddenly stretched out from the side and firmly grasped Hu Qingshan's arm.
The hand had distinct joints, fair skin, and neatly manicured nails. It looked weak but was extremely strong. It was like a pair of iron pliers, pinching Hu Qingshan's arm so tightly that it hurt.
Hu Qingshan turned his head suddenly and looked.
A young man stood beside him, in his early twenties, with a face as beautiful as a crown jewel and a smile on his lips.
He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe, with a green jade pendant hanging around his waist. His whole body was majestic, and you could tell at a glance that he was of extraordinary origin.
Hu Qingshan frowned and tried to withdraw his arm but couldn't.
The young man spoke, and said lightly with a bit of sarcastic casualness, "You are nothing but Foundation Establishment, Sixth Layer. These three hundred years of Blood-Coagulating Grass have been wasted on you."
Hu Qingshan's face turned pale, but he still said bravely, "This fellow Daoist was the one I took a fancy to first..."
"Fancy it?" The young man smiled, without a trace of warmth in his smile. "It's yours? Then I've taken a fancy to everything in this street."
He grabbed Hu Qingshan's arm and shook it.
Hu Qingshan felt a huge force coming from his arm, and he stumbled to the side, taking several steps back before he could barely stand still.
Part of the spiritual stone in his hand was not grasped, and it fell out of his hand. The spiritual stone scattered on the ground and rolled everywhere on the bluestone.
Hu Qingshan didn't care about his face, squatted down and hurriedly picked it up.
Seeing the excitement, people around gathered around.
But no one who helps is just looking for fun.
The people who come here are all the top ten from each force, and no one will lower themselves to pick up one or two spiritual stones secretly.
The female nun who was selling the goods frowned when she saw this, her aura began to slowly release, and a cold look flashed in her eyes. "Who are you, and why are you delaying my business?"
The young man turned to the nun who owned the stall, hugged his fists, and the smile on his face became a little gentler:
"Fairy, don't blame me. Cang bought this Blood-Coagulating Grass plant. I wonder how much it cost?"
The female cultivator glanced at him, and then at Hu Qingshan who was lying on the ground picking up spiritual stones, her face expressionless.
She doesn't care who she sells it to, as long as she gets the spiritual stone.
"Sixty Mid-Grade Spirit Stone, no counteroffer."
The young man took out a spiritual stone from his sleeve, which was a top grade one.
The whole body was shiny and the aura was restrained. The young man stretched out his hand and handed it over.
"This is High-Grade Spirit Stone, fairy, keep it."
One High-Grade Spirit Stone is worth one hundred pieces of medium quality.
But at this moment Hu Qingshan is anxious.
He has been waiting for seven years, but there has never been Blood-Coagulating Grass of such good quality in Great Yong. As long as he gets Elixir Pharmacy and refines it a little, he can refine Breakthrough Pill that is better than Middle Profound Grade.
It can be said that Foundation Establishment Late Stage is right in front of him.
This is a rare opportunity for him, so he cannot let it go in vain.
He was holding the few spiritual stones he had just picked up in his hands. Without caring about his dignity, he looked at the female cultivator and shouted loudly, "Fellow Daoist, I bought this Blood-Coagulating Grass first!"
The female cultivator glanced at Hu Qingshan and shook her head. "It's useless to tell me. I will sell the spirit stone to whoever gives it to me."
After saying that, the female cultivator reached for the High-Grade Spirit Stone.
Hu Qingshan Seeing that it was too late, he imitated the opponent's method and grabbed the young man's arm to stop him.
The young man's eyes froze, and a coldness flashed across his eyes. His body did not move, but he slapped his left hand.
The young man used 70 to 80% of his strength in this palm.
Hu Qingshan was shocked to find that he couldn't escape at all.
The palm wind slapped him firmly in the face.
"Pa--!"
The sound is crisp and clear, which is particularly harsh in the market.
There is no killing intent, only humiliation.
Hu Qingshan's head suddenly tilted, and he flew up into the air, flipping twice in the air before falling to the ground with a "bang".
It rolled a few more times and bumped into the leg of a stall before stopping.
There was a burning pain on my face, and there was a bloody taste in my mouth.
He reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, and his fingers were covered in blood.
Half of his face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his eyes were squeezed into slits.
The spirit stone that had just been picked up flew out of the hand again, scattered on the ground, and rolled everywhere.
Hu Qingshan was lying on the ground, clenching his fists.
His nails dug into his flesh, and blood oozed from his palms.
A murderous intention surged from the bottom of his heart, burning throughout his body like fire.
He is already considered a genius in the Great Yong Dynasty, and even the local city lord at home treats him with courtesy.
But here I am so humiliated.
He wanted to rush forward and fight this person desperately.
Even if I can't beat him, I don't want to suffer this humiliation.
But reason is like a basin of cold water poured down on the head.
He is obviously no match for him, and if he rushes forward, he will die.
Hu Qingshan took a deep breath and suppressed the murderous intention.
He lowered his head, unclenched his fists, and continued to pick up the scattered spiritual stones.
"Hahaha..."
The young man stood in front of the stall, looking at the embarrassed look of Hu Qingshan lying on the ground picking up spiritual stones, and suddenly laughed.
More and more people gathered around.
Some folded their arms and watched the fun, some whispered to each other, and there were several monks wearing similar robes to the young man, standing in the crowd, with the same smile on their lips.
"Isn't that Gray Wolf from the Cangwu Dynasty?"
"Yes, but Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer's strength is quite rampant."
"It's not that he is arrogant, it's because that person is too weak. Even if he enters the path of immortality, he will not escape death."
"Tsk tsk, which force is he from? Can Foundation Establishment, Sixth Layer also be selected?"
"It seems to be Great Yong Dynasty. I saw them at the foot of the mountain today."
"Great Yong? That's no wonder. It's a remote and remote place. I heard that Golden Core Realm hasn't been seen in hundreds of years."
Just when everyone was chirping and laughing at the discussion.
A person squeezed out of the crowd and walked silently to Hu Qingshan, who was lowering his head to pick up the spiritual stone.
It's Chen Huan.
He was one of the four Foundation Establishment, Sixth Layer monks among the ten Great Yong, and he didn't want to go forward and embarrass himself.
In this situation, the exposed head is the target.
But when he saw Hu Qingshan lying on the ground picking up spiritual stones with half his face swollen, he still couldn't hold it back.
The four of them are the weakest. They have fought hard all the way from the knockout rounds, and each of them knows their own strengths and weaknesses.
We got together privately several times before departure, and after three rounds of drinking, we became like brothers.
If he pretends not to see his brother being humiliated now, how will he face it when he goes back?
Chen Huan squatted down and helped Hu Qingshan pick up the last few spiritual stones without saying a word.
Hu Qingshan looked up and saw him, a flash of emotion flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything in the end.
The whispers around him came in like a tide, their malice unabashed, and even deliberately amplified.
"Another Foundation Establishment, Sixth Layer."
"These Great Yong Dynasty are all this kind of stuff? No wonder Golden Core Realm hasn't been produced for hundreds of years."
"You dare to come and participate in Ascendant Path at this level? I'm afraid you'll be wiped out in the first round."
"Haha, let alone embarking on the path to immortality, it's hard to say whether he will survive or not."
The laughter was harsh, pricking both of them like needles.
Chen Huan gritted his teeth, his face turned red, but he didn't reply a word.
He lowered his head, put the spirit stone into Hu Qingshan's hand, and said in a low voice, "Be patient for a while and go back first."
At this moment, a voice came from the crowd.
"Hu Qingshan!" The voice was cold, passing through the crowd,
"Who hurt you?!"