The flaming sword is about half a meter long, fiery red all over, and exudes explosive fire aura.
When activated, flames burst out from the blade, with astonishing power.
Zhu Qiaoqiao's eyes lit up. This flaming sword was indeed quite good.
"Fairy, why don't you take a look at my red feather fan? The feathers in this fan are all made from the tail feathers of the Fire Spirit Vulture. Not only is it incredibly powerful, it is also beautiful in appearance."
A female cultivator stood up, holding a small and exquisite fiery red feather fan in her hand. She waved it gently, and heat waves gushed out from it.
When Zhu Qiaoqiao saw the fiery red feather fan, her eyes lit up.
In terms of power, this fan is comparable to the flaming sword.
But this red feather fan has a delicate and beautiful appearance, which is more in line with her aesthetic.
"Yes, this Akabane fan."
After Zhu Qiaoqiao took the fan handed over by the female cultivator, she handed over the jade box in her hand.
The big man who had taken out the flaming knife earlier was a little disappointed. He fumbled with the blade of the flaming knife and said to everyone.
"I want to use this knife to exchange for the Sea Spirit Pearl, or a pill that can quickly increase my cultivation. In addition to this flaming knife, I have several other magical instruments on me, all of which I made myself. If any of you Taoist friends like them, you can exchange them with me."
As the big man spoke, he took out several more magical instruments from the storage space.
The big man's actions immediately attracted a lot of people's fiery gazes.
No matter what time, magical weapons are hard currency.
One of them set his eyes on one of the hammer-shaped magic weapons and said, "I'll exchange a bottle of Soul-Nourishing Pill for this magic weapon. Is that okay?"
The Yunshen Pill is a pill that enhances spiritual awareness and is extremely precious.
The big man shook his head upon hearing this, "Sorry, I just want to exchange for the elixir that can enhance my cultivation."
The person who asked the question felt a little disappointed, but was not surprised, because not everyone could cultivate spiritual consciousness.
"The Soul-Enriching Pill is a good thing, and it's hard to find it normally. I have a pill that can enhance your cultivation, but I don't want that hammer."
A thin male cultivator in a red robe stood up and walked towards the stage, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, "How about this, the three of us will make this deal?"
The other two naturally had no objections. All three of them got what they wanted and were very satisfied.
After the thin male cultivator in the alchemy robe confirmed the Yunshen Pill, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes, and he bowed slightly to the many Jindan cultivators around him.
"To be honest, I am a third-level alchemist. I have a large number of elixirs, all of which are made from materials I have painstakingly collected."
The alchemist took out a row of pill bottles, introduced the pills in the bottles one by one, and then expressed his needs.
"I want to exchange these pills for the recipe and the materials used to make the pills. It doesn't matter what kind of materials they are, as long as they are what I need, I can exchange them for them."
The alchemist's words instantly livened up the atmosphere of the entire venue. These pills were all good stuff.
"I have twenty third-level spiritual herbs here, which are five hundred years old. I want to exchange them for the Dragon Blood Pill in your hand."
"You want to exchange a mere twenty third-level spiritual herbs for the Dragon Blood Pill? You really underestimate the value of the Dragon Blood Pill. I'll give you thirty third-level spiritual herbs."
"I will also offer thirty third-level spiritual herbs, five of which are eight hundred years old."
Listening to the biddings from several people, the alchemist smiled more and more. He was about to nod and agree to the last bidder when he suddenly heard an old voice.
"I will use ten thousand-year-old spiritual herbs to exchange for the Dragon Blood Pill in your hand!"
Everyone gasped and looked towards the person who spoke.
The man was completely covered in a cloak, hiding his figure completely.
Thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are already fourth-level spiritual herbs, and they can even be used to refine fourth-level pills.
If they are used to refine third-level pills, the success rate of making the pills can be greatly increased.
The alchemist nodded without hesitation and said, "Okay, I'll give you the Dragon Blood Pill. But before that, I need to check the integrity of the spiritual herbs in your hand."
The old man hidden in the cloak didn't care. He grabbed something in the air and a huge jade box appeared in his hand. Then the old man threw the jade box directly to the alchemist on the stage.
Seeing the old man treating the thousand-year-old spiritual herb in this way, the alchemist's eyes twitched and he quickly picked up the box carefully.
Gently opening the jade box, under the protection of the prohibition, ten thousand-year-old spiritual herbs were intact.
The alchemist's face lit up with joy, and he carefully broke the restriction. After checking the spiritual herbs one by one, he put away the jade box, took the dragon blood pill beside him and threw it at the old man.
"These thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are fine. The Dragon Blood Pill is yours, fellow Taoist."
The old man in the cloak took the dragon blood pill, opened the bottle himself to confirm that the pill was genuine, and nodded with satisfaction.
"I still have some thousand-year-old spiritual herbs in my hand. If you have any pills like Dragon Blood Pill that can strengthen your body, you can always come to me to exchange them."
Hearing this, the alchemist who was still standing on the stage's eyes first lit up, then he smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Nowadays, there are few physical cultivators, so there are not many pills he has refined that can strengthen the body. It is estimated that the only thing that the old man is interested in is the Dragon Blood Pill.
After hearing what the cloaked old man said, the others immediately became active in their thinking. Several of them immediately took out their unused body-building pills and began to exchange them for thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.
Several people even took out some spiritual objects for body building, and the old man accepted them all.
The alchemist on the stage was once again surrounded by enthusiastic monks. The pills around him became fewer and fewer, and he exchanged them for a large amount of spiritual herbs and several pill recipes.
A one-armed monk looked slightly hesitant as he looked at the few pills left by the alchemist's side, among which there were still some Rejuvenating Pills that had not been replaced.
But he didn't have any valuable spiritual herbs on him.
After hesitating for a long time, the one-armed male cultivator finally stood up and clasped his fists towards the cultivators from all directions.
"I want to exchange it for a soul-restoring pill for recovery, but I don't have any spiritual herbs. The only thing I can offer is a treasure map. This treasure map is a family heirloom, but I have been searching for it on the sea for decades and still have nothing to show for it."
Upon hearing about the treasure map, the minds of all the Jindan cultivators present suddenly became active.
After listening to the second half of the one-armed monk's words, the enthusiasm that had just been aroused cooled down a lot.
Treasure maps are not real treasures after all. You even need to take risks and explore the mysteries to get something out of them.
Moreover, this treasure map is a family heirloom of the one-armed monk. The other party has spent so much time but still has no results.
Who can guarantee that they can get it and find the treasure
Besides, if it was really a good thing, how could this one-armed monk be willing to give it up
If the other party was more ruthless and made a fake treasure map to trick them, it was possible.
The eyes of the monks on the field flickered, but no one said a word.
The one-armed male cultivator took in everyone's expressions and felt a little depressed. Just as he was about to say something, a voice was heard.