The following monks took out their items one by one, and they were indeed not ordinary goods. They were basically treasures that could only be used by monks in the alchemy stage. No wonder the secret city held this exchange meeting specially.
Han Li watched coldly from the sidelines. Although he didn't like it, these things aroused the emotions of other monks, and the atmosphere gradually heated up. When it was Han Li's turn, he casually picked out a few rare materials of level 6 or 7 monsters from the storage bag and placed them in front of him, which naturally attracted the surprised eyes of others.
In a blink of an eye, it was the turn of the last dark-skinned middle-aged monk, who was one of the only three mid-stage alchemy monks present. When others looked at him, there was naturally a little more awe.
At this moment, the man's face remained unchanged, he slowly took out two things from his body, and casually handed them to the table. A piece of dull copper the size of a palm, and a gray-white bone strip half a foot long, which looked like the spine of some animal.
These two things made most of the monks stunned, and they didn't see any peculiarities about them, so they couldn't help but want to hear this person's introduction.
But who would have thought that after the middle-aged monk took out the things, he said slowly: "I will only sell these two things to people who know the goods. If you don't have this opportunity, don't force it!" As soon as he leaned back, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't even glance at the gorgeous beauty who was next to him, which made the woman a little embarrassed. The others looked at each other speechlessly after hearing this.
Only Han Li and Yun Tianxiao's expressions changed slightly after seeing these two things clearly.
A strange look flashed across Han Li's face. Although the things were far away from him, with the help of his powerful divine sense, two things were clearly visible with a glance.
That's all for the bone, although it's not an ordinary monster material, he still doesn't put it in the eyes. But the copper piece made him a little bit interested, there were some weird ancient characters engraved on it, these characters were similar to the ancient text that recorded the unnamed qigong practice animal skin book, could there be some relationship between them? He has never been able to figure out the contents of those ancient documents.
When Han Li was thinking secretly, Yun Tianxiao laughed.
"Haha! I didn't expect Brother Sun to be able to take out the spirit bone of an eighth-level monster with such a handiwork. Yun is a little tempted." This person glanced at the bone and said as if joking.
This remark made the audience suddenly startled, and there was a commotion. This thing can be regarded as the most precious thing that has appeared. What kind of existence is the eighth-level monster? This spiritual bone is definitely a rare treasure for their alchemy stage monks.
And when Han Li heard this, his heart moved even more. Could it be that this person knew about the eighth-level monster.
When the monk surnamed Sun saw Yun Tianxiao yelling out the origin of the bone, he just smiled, looked at him meaningfully, and didn't say much.
The scene of the exchange meeting at this time has really heated up, and everyone's face is full of excitement that cannot be concealed. And those accompanying female cultivators also stared at the things on the round table, their faces full of fiery expressions that couldn't be concealed.
Seeing this scene, Han Li couldn't help but look down at Wen Siyue in his arms, and found that there was also a hint of envy in his eyes. It seems that these things are irresistible to monks, both men and women.
At this moment, the fat old man spoke, and began to tell the items and conditions he exchanged.
"Tianlingzi can be exchanged for a few elixir plants that are more than 500 years old. The demon pill needs a spiritual tendon of a seventh-level monster to exchange. Of course, if someone produces enough spiritual stones, I will sell them, and..." After the fat old man saw the rare items brought out by the people behind, most of the arrogance on his face had dissipated. However, when he said that he wanted to change a spiritual tendon, he glanced at Han Li inadvertently, because among the materials in front of Han Li's desk, there happened to be such a thing that met the requirements.
But it's a pity that Han Li didn't care for a sixth-level demon pill, and didn't intend to stand up to exchange it at all. He just sat still with his usual expression on Wen Siyue, who was in his arms.
"I want a sixth-level demon pill, but Wu doesn't have spiritual tendons, so I don't know how many spiritual stones are needed to give up!" Another gray-haired old man asked with great interest.
"Fellow daoists also know that it's becoming more and more difficult to obtain demon pills now than in previous years. The price of this sixth-level one is naturally higher. If fellow daoists are willing to give you 15,000 spirit stones, feel free to take them." The fat old man didn't seem to be very happy about selling the demon pill for money, so he quoted an obviously high price.
After hearing this, the gray-haired old man sneered and stopped talking. He obviously felt that it was too expensive, so he stopped his original plan.
"Yao Pill, I want it!" An old woman with white hair said coldly with no expression on her face. And as the words fell, a storage bag was shot at the fat old man.
The fat old man was startled at first, but after taking the storage bag and checking it for a while, he showed a satisfied expression.
"Only Mrs. Qing has such courage. It's really not comparable to us poor monks." He seemed to know the old woman, and smiled and threw the demon pill to her.
The white-haired old woman snorted coldly, grabbed the demon pill and looked at it for a few moments, and put it away without saying a word, without the slightest intention to speak again.
Some monks also asked about the fat old man's other items, but most of them were replaced. The remaining materials that no one wanted were taken back by him.
When it came to the "Panli worm" eggs of the red scarf monster below, there was an upsurge of competition.
Because this person's conditions are very loose, whoever exchanged things with high value or gave out more spirit stones, the beast eggs would belong to him. In the end, this object was exchanged for several bottles of rare medicinal pills by an unattractive red-clothed monk.
After another five or six people, it was Han Li's turn.
Han Li looked at the pile of materials in front of him, and before he could speak, he felt several fiery eyes falling on his face, including the fat old man who pointed out that he wanted spiritual tendons.
Han Li smiled lightly. Instead of getting up, he leaned back, leaned back with Wen Siyue in his arms, and then said calmly: "I don't need these materials, it's just a change of news. As long as the information allows Li to Satisfied, this pile of things is all offered."
"information?"
"intelligence!"
Han Li's words surprised the others, but they were not ordinary people. Although they were a little surprised in their hearts, no one made a fuss. On the contrary, everyone was aroused with a little curiosity, quietly watching what Han Li wanted to say next.
Yun Tianxiao's eyes moved, and a trace of suspicion flashed across his face.
"I don't know which fellow daoist can provide the location of the lair of the eighth-level monster. I want to exchange these materials for this information." Han Li said leisurely.
"Eighth-level monster!" Hearing this, everyone gasped, almost all of them turned pale.
"Could fellow daoist be joking, do you want to get an idea of an eighth-level monster?" The fat old man blurted out, his face full of disbelief.
"Of course not. I need this information for other things. I won't go into details about it." Han Li stretched out a finger and tapped the edge of the round table in front of him, and said calmly. At the same time, his eyes swept across the faces of other monks unceremoniously. All the cultivators looked stunned and shocked, which made Han Li feel a sense of loss. Finally, his eyes fell on the dark-skinned monk surnamed Sun.
When this person saw Han Li's eyes, he couldn't help being stunned, but then he realized something and smiled: "Fellow Daoist thought that Sun knew the information about the eighth-level monster, but it's a pity that Fellow Daoist Li found the wrong person." Shaking his head in denial.
Seeing this scene, Han Li sighed deeply without hiding the disappointment on his face.
But at this moment, a beautiful voice sounded in Han Li's ear.
"I know there are eighth-level monsters, but I don't want these materials, and there is another condition that Fellow Daoist Li agrees to." A person who was beyond Han Li's expectations suddenly spoke.
Han Li was stunned for a moment!
"You know about the eighth-level monster?" Han Li couldn't believe it.
The person who spoke turned out to be Wen Siyue who was in his arms.
"Yes, I know the approximate location of the lair of an eighth-level monster." At this moment, Wen Siyue looked extremely calm, half lying in Han Li's arms, and said calmly with her pretty face up.
"Siyue, what nonsense are you talking about? How can you know about the eighth-level monster? Don't talk about it!" Mrs. Fan was stunned at first, but then she scolded with a cold expression.
"Uncle Fan! Siyue does know the whereabouts of an eighth-level monster, and she doesn't intend to deceive Senior Li. Please rest assured, Uncle Fan!" Just when Han Li was suspicious, he suddenly felt that the woman hugged him tightly. , then resolutely said with gritted teeth.