The night market in the north of the city was bustling with people. The merchants and stalls were packed densely. At least one or two thousand monks gathered in this bustling night market.
Wearing an extremely ordinary green cloth shirt, Wei Suo, who was not noticeable at all, walked along the street, stall after stall, and walked around the square where several stalls were most concentrated.
There are all kinds of things in various shops and stalls, such as various materials for refining weapons, various weapons, magic weapons, etc., among which there are many good things. Anyway, Wei Suo is already used to it. There are not enough spiritual stones, and many good things are clearly unaffordable, but they don't even have the heart to haggle the price.
But it was only half a circle, but the old man in green robe kept shouting away.
"Buy! The Quicksand Talisman is pretty good. It is very useful for fighting monsters. Buy it quickly!"
"Second-level flying cloud talisman! You guys don't know any flying escape techniques, buy it soon."
"Wild ice prickly pear, good stuff, you can give the jackdaw a few to break through to the first level, buy it soon..."
"Black Meteorite! It's a good material for making magic shields that can't be melted by earth fire. I never thought that this guy, who looks more wretched than you, can get such a material! Buy it quickly."
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Fortunately, the green-robed old man hidden in the ghost raising pot can be similar to the method of sound transmission, and the sound is directly heard in Wei Suo's ears, otherwise the surrounding vendors will definitely come up excitedly towards this person who wants to buy everything. Guy peddled.
"Damn it!" Wei Suo couldn't help it anymore, "Old man, do you want to buy quicksand talisman and flying cloud talisman? Black Meteorite, you said, what use is it to me? I bought this wild ice prickly pear, where can I catch a live ice crow to feed you? Black Meteorite can’t even be smelted by ground fire. What do you buy it for, use it as a pillow, if you want to buy the whole market back, I don’t have enough spirit stones? I’m still worrying about where to find spirit stones to refine the heaven-replenishing pill.”
"Ahem..." The green-robed old man felt a little embarrassed when he heard Wei Suo say this, "I used to like to go shopping in this kind of market, but this time I stayed in the ghost jar for too long, and I couldn't bear it anymore. I haven't bought anything in 20,000 years, so I really feel itchy. But I will pay attention when I get down, try not to buy useless things, okay?"
"Forget it!" Hearing that the green-robed old man softened his clothes, Wei Suo felt pity, "Since you like shopping so much, I will try to take you with me when I buy things in the future. If I earn more crystals in the future, How about just letting you buy one at a time. But now that everyone is short on money, you should help me choose some cost-effective ones that I want to use now."
The way Wei Suo lowered his head and spoke softly was to others the way he was talking to himself. A casual cultivator of his level has yet to attract anyone's attention. When he said this to the green-robed old man, It happened that two casual cultivators who seemed to be doing well passed by him. Hearing what he said, the two casual cultivators looked at each other and immediately felt extremely sympathetic to Wei Suo, "Poor guy!" , the lack of spirit stones is so lacking that there is something wrong with the brain, and they all talk to themselves alone, imagining that they will earn more spirit stones and buy them for fun in the future."
"It's that guy." At this moment, Wei Suo's eyes suddenly and unconsciously froze slightly.
"Who is it?" The green-robed old man immediately sensed Wei Suo's emotional change.
"An arrogant guy at the first level of the Zhoutian Realm robbed me of a stove room that day. If there wasn't another one, we wouldn't have a stove room for the time being. That's the one wearing the red cassock over there."
What Wei Suo saw was the dark-faced middle-aged monk in red who had met at the auction before and later snatched up a set of the furnace room first.
"Old man, what is that guy buying?" As he approached quietly, Wei Suo saw that the sinister middle-aged monk in red was buying a bag of fiery red crystal sand from a monk. , the size of a fist, jet black, and it seems that there are bright silver crystal ores like corn kernels embedded in it.
"That's Fire Cloud Crystal, which can increase the heat of the flame even more. That ore is yellow tooth copper ore. The fusion degree of yellow tooth copper and other fine gold is excellent, and it is basically used to increase the flexibility of the flying sword, because Generally, the heavy magic weapon carcass does not have that high requirement for flexibility." The green-robed old man sneered, "The heat of the Qingchan's stove alone is not enough, and the fire cloud crystal and the yellow-toothed copper are also needed. It seems that this guy is refining flying swords."
"This guy should be a sword repairer. He wanted to buy Yin Gang Jing before. It seems that if you meet this guy in the future, you have to be more careful." Wei Suo nodded. He knew the power of the flying sword very well.
At this moment, as if sensing Wei Suo's hidden hostile gaze, the middle-aged monk in red who was putting away the Huoyunjing and Huangya Copper Mine suddenly turned around and looked in Wei Suo's direction with gloomy eyes. looked over.
Surprised, Wei Suo immediately pretended to be nonchalant and looked at the two booths next to him with a few monks.
The middle-aged monk in red didn't seem to recognize Wei Suo. After sweeping his sinister eyes slightly, he walked towards a street.
Wei Suo didn't want to provoke this middle-aged monk in red who was probably a sword cultivator, so he waited until his figure disappeared in the alley before raising his head.
"Do you think I'm an idiot? This bastard actually wants to sell me three hundred low-grade spirit stones, and call it a fragment of a mysterious magic weapon? Are you courting death?"
"It's fine if you don't want to, why bother to speak so badly? Are you thinking I'm easy to bully?"
There was a fierce quarrel, but it came from a booth not far in front.
"A fragment of a magic weapon?"
Hearing this voice, Wei Suo was taken aback immediately, and quickly walked towards the booth. A magic weapon is something that every monk dreams of, and Wei Suo has personally seen the power of Nangong Yuqing's piece of magic weapon. Although it can only be activated once a day, the power of her piece of magic weapon that retains part of the power of the magic weapon , but far surpassed Lin Daoyi's imitation of the magic weapon, which can be regarded as a semi-spiritual weapon.
I saw that the stall owner was a square-faced middle-aged monk in his forties wearing a leather robe, with dark skin and thick hands and feet, and the person arguing with him in front of his stall was a twenty-seven or eight-year-old with a face that looked There are some blue-clothed monks who look like thin yellow bamboo poles.
Wei Suo's conditioned reflex usually used the Qi Wang technique to look at it, and found that the two monks were both at the fifth level of the Divine Sea Realm. Low-level exercises. The vestments worn by the two are also similar. The square-faced middle-aged stall owner’s fur robe is made from the skin of black beavers, while the monk’s vestment is made from blue silk bamboo silk. The protection level is almost equivalent to one. Tier talisman of protection.
At this moment, the thin bamboo pole-like monk in blue was looking at the square-faced stall owner with murderous eyes, and the square-faced stall owner was also staring at the monk, not to be outdone. What he was holding in his hand was a gray fragment like a half-knife .
"Bullying you? If I changed to other ignorant monks, wouldn't I be deceived by you and lose hundreds of spirit stones in vain?" The skinny bamboo pole monk continued to say coldly.
"This kind of business itself is a matter of willing to fight and endure. And do you dare to deny that I am not a fragment of a magic weapon?" The square-faced stall owner sneered, reached out and took out a piece of red jade pendant, without saying a word. And Yu's appearance.
"Fire Dragon Pendant!"
The monks who were watching nearby all gasped. What the square-faced stall owner took out at this moment was an imitation of Guiyi's famous magic weapon. This fire dragon pendant is also on the same level as the fire phoenix apron that Wei Suo got. It is a semi-spiritual weapon, but one is an offensive magic weapon and the other is a defensive magic weapon. The intention of the square-faced stall owner to take out this thing is obviously to let the monk who is as thin as a bamboo pole know better.
"Why, do you think that if you have one of these magic weapons, I will be afraid that you won't succeed?" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the monk who was as thin as a bamboo pole. He stretched out his hand and took out two things. There is a white bone-like talisman, and there is a skull-like rune on both things.
"Bone Dharma Shield, Bone Arrow Talisman! They are disciples of White Skull Sanren!"
The onlookers were in an uproar again. The two things that monk Slim Bamboo Pole took out were the signature items of a casual cultivator who can refine weapons, the White Skull Loose Cultivator. This White Skull Loose Cultivator is a ruthless man near Luoyue City. It is said that he has cultivated to Zhoutian Realm Five many years ago Heavy cultivation. He also sells the Bone Arrow Talisman, which is as powerful as a second-order magic talisman, and the defensive power of the white bone magic shield is similar to that of a second-order defensive magic talisman, but it can be used continuously. only disciples.
"What, are you using the White Skull Loose Cultivator to suppress me? Even if a nameless person like me wants to deal with me, the White Skull Loose Cultivator will never find me." The identity of this skinny bamboo pole monk has been clearly revealed , but the square-faced stall owner didn't give him any face at all, and said with a sneer: "If you want to do it, go back to Luoyue City to do it."
"If I want to kill you, do I still need my master? Do you dare to go out of the city to fight with me right now?" The monk Slim Bamboo Pole was furious.
"If you seek death yourself, I will help you." The square-faced stall owner showed murderous aura, seeing that a conflict between the two was inevitable.
But at this moment, a voice interjected, "Do you make money with harmony? It seems that both of you have reached the fifth level of the Divine Sea Realm, and breaking through to the Heavenly Zhou Realm is just around the corner. Why bother to get angry over a trivial matter? If you can win the battle, it won't be worthwhile to waste some magical artifacts. Both of you are masters. Since the dispute started from this piece, why don't you show me this piece of magic weapon. I have a habit of collecting such ancient magic weapon fragments. , if I think it's good, I'll buy it, how about the two of you turn your fight into a treasure?"
"Do you want to see the fragments of this magic weapon?" The square-faced stall owner turned his head in surprise, but it was a young monk in ordinary green clothes who spoke. Originally, it was impossible for him to be unscrupulous towards the White Skull Sanren. Now that someone came out to smooth things over, of course it couldn't be better for him.
The monk Slim Bamboo Pole snorted, but said coldly, "This kind of magic weapon fragment is too old, although it looks like it still has some power, but it is impossible to know how to use it. Bricks and tiles make no difference."
"You!" The stall owner with a square face was about to get angry again, but the young monk in Tsing Yi smiled, took the fragment of the magic weapon from him and looked at it, "It doesn't matter, I just like to collect antiques."
Seeing that the young monk in Tsing Yi did not listen to his persuasion, and that he came out with good intentions to smooth things over, the monk Slender Bamboo Pole could not say much to the young monk in Tsing Yi, but he felt a little grateful in his heart, and nodded at the young monk in Tsing Yi After nodding, he gave the square-faced stall owner a hard look, then turned and left.
"I've never seen such fragments before, why don't you sell them to me at a lower price?" The young monk in Tsing Yi just glanced at them, then smiled at the square-faced stall owner and said.
This fairly handsome young monk in green clothes was naturally Wei Suo. Hearing Wei Suo's words, the square-faced stall owner spat in the direction that the skinny bamboo pole monk was leaving, and said, "I can't bear to see you who bully others but don't have much meat. "After that, he said loudly, "I need three hundred low-grade spirit stones to sell that kind of guy, but I only need three low-grade spirit stones to sell a brother like you."