Spiritual stones are divided into red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. Purple contains the highest spiritual power, and red contains the lowest spiritual power.

At the same time, spiritual power can also help cultivators practice, but compared to elixirs, spiritual stones are less effective, so most people still choose to use elixirs to supplement their cultivation.

Two orange spiritual stones are a huge gain for An Beisheng.

Xi Hanyun waved his hand: "This Juyuandan is worth this price. I will go to other places to have a look. I wish little sister Ling can sell the Juyuandan at a good price."

"Thank you, Brother Hanyun."

"Master, master, the first business deal is done." Yingying screamed happily in the spiritual consciousness, and even Chirping "chirped" twice happily.

A smile appeared on An Beisheng's face, but before the smile disappeared, a rough voice sounded above her head.

"Little girl, how do you sell this Juyuan Dan?"

An Beisheng looked up, and saw three muscular men who were a head and a half taller than her, with all their muscles exposed, wearing ghost masks and looking at her.

"Three eldest brothers, one Juyuan Dan, two orange spiritual stones and one red spiritual stone." An Beisheng's voice was clean.

"You have a big appetite." The muscular man in the lead sneered twice, then took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it into An Beisheng's arms.

An Beisheng opened it, and a first-grade elixir lay alone in the porcelain bottle.

"I'll trade this with you for three Yuan Ju Dan."

"...?" An Beisheng looked at his second-grade Yuan Ju Dan, and then at the first-grade elixir: "Brother, are you mistaken? My Ju Yuan Dan is a second-grade elixir.

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"What happened to the second-grade elixir? The elixir I exchanged with you is a Qi Restoration Pill, which can quickly restore strength in a short period of time."

An Beisheng laughed angrily: "Brother, should I thank you? You can obviously steal my Juyuan Pill, but you still fooled me with a broken first-grade pill!"

"What are you talking about, you bitch? Be smart and don't be shameless. It's your honor for our brother to exchange with you." The muscular man on the left pointed at An Beisheng and cursed.

An Beisheng rolled his eyes, threw the porcelain bottle back to them, turned around and prepared to leave: "I won't change it."

"Hey, you bitch!" The muscular man on the right suddenly slapped An Beisheng with his palm.

An Beisheng's eyes turned cold and he ducked away.

"Hmph, if you hand it over now, we can still spare your life." The muscular man at the head snorted coldly.

An Beisheng gave them a cold look.

The muscular man in the lead saw that An Beisheng was not getting in, so he waved his hand, and the two men behind him rushed towards her.

An Beisheng hugged Jiu Jiu tightly, and did a backflip to avoid the attack of the two men. Then he used the two people's backs as a leverage point to kick the leading muscular man in the face.

The man didn't expect An Beisheng to rush straight towards him. Without noticing, he was kicked in the face by An Beisheng, and two lines of blood flowed from his nose.

"Kill her for me!" the muscular man at the head wiped the blood on his nose and roared angrily.

An Beisheng raised the corners of his lips and smiled. He knew that he had no spiritual power and that his fists could not defeat the four. He was not fond of fighting and would run away when he got a benefit.

When everyone in the ghost market saw this scene, they were used to "tsk-tsk". It was not uncommon for people to lose their lives due to business disagreements. As long as the balance of the ghost market was not disturbed, no one would interfere.

An Beisheng relied on his agility to spin around the three big men behind him.

Seeing the opportunity, she ducked and ducked into a small alley.

An Beisheng pressed his body tightly against the wall, watching the three muscular men running through the alley cursing. It wasn't until they were completely gone that An Beisheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, there is someone here."

Yingying in his spiritual consciousness suddenly reminded: "That man has extremely strong spiritual power."

As soon as Ying Ying finished speaking, a cold dagger suddenly touched An Beisheng's neck, and An Beisheng's body froze.

"Don't move." In the darkness, a male voice reached An Beisheng's ears, and the strong smell of blood made An Beisheng frown.

"If you have any elixir on you, hand it over."

"Brother, your injuries are too serious. I only have a few Juyuan here..." Before An Beisheng could finish speaking, the man behind him suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and dropped the knife in his hand to the ground.

An Beisheng turned around and saw an unmasked man about forty or fifty years old, covered in blood and lying on the ground twitching.

An Beisheng knelt down and looked at the wounds all over his body: "Your injuries are too serious, and my Juyuan Pill is useless to you. If you believe me, just wait here for me, and I will change some healing pills for you."

Pill."

The man spat out another mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound. An Beisheng frowned, carefully lifted him up, carried him deeper into the alley, and covered him with the straw mat next to him.

"Master, why should we save her?"

"Tweet?"

One fox and one pet were puzzled at the same time.

"There is no mask on his face, and there are wounds all over his body. He must have entered the ghost market by mistake after being chased. Moreover, he did not kill people indiscriminately when he was near death. He is not considered a evil person."

Her father, queen and mother once taught her that it was her duty to kill the evil people in the world, but she could not ignore passers-by without saving them, which would only increase the number of evildoers.

An Beisheng looked around and finally found a spiritual cultivator who was selling a hemostatic pill and a spirit-reviving pill that restored spiritual power. She took out the two Yuan-Gathering Pills she had on her body and exchanged them with that person.

Then she thought about it, took out another Yuan Ju Dan and replaced it with a Qi Hidden Pill that concealed her aura, and hurried back to the alley.

The alley was quiet. An Beisheng walked to the place where the injured were originally placed and lifted up the straw mat. The person under the straw mat looked pale and was breathing weakly.

An Beisheng fed the Hemostasis Pill, the Spirit-Restoring Pill, and the Hidden Qi Pill into the man's mouth, then sat next to him and stared at the surroundings vigilantly.

"Hmm..." After about half a stick of incense, the man groaned in pain and slowly opened his eyes. What he saw was the fanged face of An Beisheng.

"..."

An Beisheng thought of the mask on her face and smiled sheepishly. She took off the mask, and a beautiful face appeared in the moonlight.

A flash of surprise flashed in the man's eyes.

"Brother, the Hemostasis Pill and the Spirit-Restoring Pill can only last for a moment. Your injuries are too serious. You must get out of the ghost market as soon as possible to save your life."

The man looked at her doubtfully and said in a hoarse voice, "Why did you save me?"

"If you encounter an injured person on the road, you must save him."

"Hahaha...cough cough." Xiaoyu laughed softly a few times, accidentally touching the injury, and blood oozed from the wound again.

"Master, there are many spiritual cultivators coming here." In his spiritual consciousness, Yingying reminded him vigilantly.

Xiaoyu clearly sensed the arrival of these people, his expression became stern, his eyes like an eagle stared straight at the door of the alley, and his hand pressed tightly on the sword at his waist.

An Beisheng held Xiaoyu's sword that was about to be unsheathed with his hand and shook his head at him.

"give it to me."
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