"Senior brother, please stay here. I don't know what you plan to do when you come to the ghost market?" asked one of the guard disciples.
"Since you've come to the ghost market to exchange for what you need for cultivation, what are you talking about?"
Fang Xing was careless, and blocked the guard back with a single sentence.
The guard was startled, then smiled wryly: "Senior brother is right, but the ghost market today is different from before, and I don't know if senior brother has heard of it. In a ghost market not long ago, there was a robber who fascinated everyone. This senior brother stole many magic treasures and just drifted away. Since then, the ghost market has not been held for three full months, thanks to this person. Although we will open the ghost market again now, we have to be careful. Please also senior brother Tell me what you want to exchange or what you want to sell, let me wait and see!"
As soon as Fang Xing heard it, he knew it in his heart. This is to prevent the previous situation from happening again!
If he really planned to come to the white wolf with nothing but a snuff bottle, as he did last time, I'm afraid he would be exposed. Once the other party asked him to show the function of the snuff pot, he would have to show his cover immediately.
But fortunately, although he is not very old, he understands the truth of preparing a way out, so seeing the guard's question, he just sneered in his heart and said: "There are more and more rules in the ghost market, it's better to go Taoist exchange! Come on, since you’re here, follow your rules, I’m here to exchange spirit stones for flying swords, the spirit stones are here, you can see for yourself!”
As he said that, he took out a handful of glowing red spirit stones and flashed them in front of the guards.
"Since he brought the spirit stone, he must have really intended to exchange it for something, so he is no longer a thief!"
The guard was relieved, and smiled, "Thank you brother for your understanding, please come inside!"
Fang Xing waved his hand and said with a smile, "There's no need to be considerate or not, it's all caused by that nasty thief, everyone has worked hard!"
The guards who said this sentence were moved. They stood here and asked to check the magic weapon of everyone who came to the ghost city. Although it was for safety, not everyone understood. I can only endure it by myself, not daring to spoil the big things, and I finally met someone who understands their difficulties, and I am really moved in my heart.
However, I don't know how they would react if they knew that the only person who understood them was the robber from last time!
Fang Xing entered the valley, but saw that the field this time was much larger than the last time, and the cultivation bases of the participants were also more than last time. Most of them were above the second level of intelligence, and there were not a few of the third level of intelligence. At this time Their exchange has already started, and all of them are silent, but quickly completed the transaction, and their actions are calm and shrewd. Obviously, it is not the first time for rookies to participate in the ghost market.
"What happened last time scared the novices from coming, but this time, they are all veterans!"
Fang Xing thought to himself, guessing that this time it would be difficult to do so.
"Forget it, just treat yourself as a normal transaction this time!"
Fang Xing thought to himself, so he wandered in the valley.
However, most of the people in the valley, some put the things they plan to trade in front of them, and then sit cross-legged, waiting for others to look at them, and some people just walk around like Fang Xing, and once they find something they like, they go there chat.
There are some transactions that are directly bartered. If they cannot be reached, they will be exchanged with spirit stones or gold and silver.
Most of these things that can appear on the ghost market can be used in practice. After being exchanged into mortal gold and silver, the amount is too large, so Lingshi is more like a resource that circulates in practice. All approved.
Fang Xing walked around the valley, and suddenly found that the scale of the ghost market this time was large, and there were a lot of things. The ghost market last time was mostly exchanged between spirit stones and gold and silver. Once, all kinds of things appeared, such as flying swords, magic tools, even kung fu formulas, spells, and some pills for healing, eye-catching, resting, etc., too numerous to mention.
Some people have one or two items right in front of them, and some exaggerate, and they even have a large bluestone, like a stall.
"Hey, brother, why don't you come and take a look? There are the most good things here!"
When someone saw Fang Xing passing by, they greeted him in a low voice, but luckily they didn't shout loudly, otherwise it would really be like a vegetable market.
"Turn around again!"
Fang Xing left a word and turned his head away.
He originally intended to buy a flying sword, but he saw that there were a lot of flying swords in this ghost market, so he didn't worry about it at all, so he started to pay attention to other things.
"Is this really a vegetable market?"
The man muttered something in a low voice, but nothing happened.
Fang Xing grinned, glanced over his booth, and suddenly let out a "huh".
The man was overjoyed, and laughed in a low voice: "Brother, do you like it?"
Fang Xing squatted down slowly, and looked at his stall slowly, without saying a word.
"Hey, brother has a good eye, brother here has the most items, quality is guaranteed, and the price is 30% lower than other places!"
This person said rather boastfully, it's not a lie, the turnover of his booth is indeed high.
Fang Xing still didn't say a word, he slowly picked up a flying sword and looked at it carefully, when the man saw this, he praised his flying sword eloquently, talking about more than a dozen benefits, and holding a flying sword The low-level flying sword boasted that it was rare in the sky.
Fang Xing seemed to be moved, and said, "How many Lingshi?"
The man pinched his five fingers mysteriously, lit up in front of Fang Xing, and said with a low smile, "This price, isn't it too much?"
"Seven spirit stones? Hehe, it's 30% lower than others..."
Fang Xing sneered and said nothing, if he hadn't had the Yin-Yang God and Devil's Guide, he might have been really moved by this man's price.
"How is it? Brother, do you want to buy it?"
The man thought he had made another business, and said with a smile.
"Brother, what a skill..."
Fang Xing held the flying sword and looked at it for a while, then suddenly threw the flying sword lightly on his stall, narrowed his eyes, looked at this person with a half-smile, and said in a low voice: "Do you think that if I say something Come out, most of your stalls are fakes, what will those who bought your things think just now? What about those who hold this ghost market and want to restore the reputation of the ghost market?"
The owner of the stall suddenly changed his face when he heard the words, lowered his voice, his eyes flickered, and said in a cold voice.
"Don't talk nonsense, this senior brother will buy it if he wants to, don't talk nonsense!"
However, after this stern expression, it was inevitable that he showed a guilty conscience, and couldn't help but look to the side.
"Nonsense?"
Fang Xing sneered, and all of a sudden, he picked up the things on the stall, some of them were just glanced at, and then thrown aside, and some, he was more gentle, and placed them on the other side. After a while, the whole He arranged the items on the stall into two piles. On the surface, there was no obvious classification of these two piles. They were miscellaneous, including flying swords and spirit pills.
"This brother thinks that I have classified you this score, how is the score?"
Fang Xing lightly threw a pill on the pile on the left, clapped his hands, and said with a smile.
The stall owner was already dripping with cold sweat, his voice was weak, and he said with an embarrassed smile: "So brother... is a sensible person, how about this, I hit it off with you at the first sight, and this flying sword is treated as a little brother to honor my brother, how about it?"
As he spoke, he pulled out a flying sword from the pile on the left and right, and held it up with respectful hands.
But it turned out that during this short period of time, Fang Xing appraised all the things on his stall and divided them into two parts. The part on the right was genuine, and the part on the left was problematic.
Shocked, the stall owner hastily bribed him with a real product, and at the same time his eyes flickered, obviously hinting at Fang Xing that after taking the flying sword, shut up and go somewhere else!
This ghost market is different from the antiques in the world of mortals. The antiques in the world of mortals all test your eyesight. Even if you suffer a loss, you can’t go back and make trouble. To play those vain things, we came here to exchange for cultivation resources, and the resources are precious, so losing a little bit easily is terrible.
In the Magic Artifact Pavilion, the big mouse spirit and others dared to use some damaged magic weapons to fool people and extort bribes. It was because most of them were facing disciples who had just been promoted to the outer sect, and they were backed by the rules of the Taoist sect. , so I am not afraid, but in this ghost market, if someone dares to cheat with a fake, after being exposed on the spot, I am afraid that it is possible for everyone to attack and kill you.
Fang Xing looked at the man's vacant eyes, smiled jokingly, took the flying sword, but threw it aside casually, and said with a low smile, "It's just a junk thing, what's it worth?"
The stall owner was annoyed, his eyes turned cold, and he said in a low voice: "Senior brother, stay on the sidelines so that we can meet each other in the future. Don't make things too extreme, I'm not easy to provoke..."
As he said that, his aura was shocked, and it turned out to be the third level of agility.
Fang Xing seemed to be deaf to his threat, and still jokingly said: "In the ghost market, who knows who? How can there be any talk about whether we will meet again in the future? Your three-level smart cultivation is not low, but this On the ghost market, there are at least a dozen or so people whose cultivation level surpasses yours, as long as I yell, everyone rushes over together, even if your cultivation base is twice as high, it will be useless!"
The stall owner suddenly became nervous, clenched his fists tightly, and his palms were covered with cold sweat.