The middle-aged man walked quickly to the middle-aged Taoist priest and said respectfully: "Uncle Lu, this senior wants to reserve a third-level puppet beast." "I understand, you two go down!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded and let the two of them go down.
"I'm a poor Taoist named Lu Yunpeng. My Taoist name is Ziyang. How dare I call you my friend?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled slightly and said pleasantly.
Wang Changsheng clasped his fist at Taoist Ziyang and said, "My surname is Wang. I would like to ask fellow Taoist Lu, how many spiritual stones does a third-level low-grade puppet beast cost? How long does it take to refine it?"
"Seven hundred thousand! It will take five years at the fastest to complete. What type of third-order puppet beast does Wang Daoyou want?"
Wang Changsheng frowned. Before he spoke, he knew that the third-level puppet beast was expensive, but he never expected that a third-level low-grade puppet beast would cost 700,000 spirit stones.
Based on his experience in refining puppet beasts, the selling price of puppet beasts is usually more than twice the cost. If he guessed correctly, the materials for refining third-level puppet beasts alone cost at least 300,000 spirit stones.
Taoist Ziyang smiled slightly and explained: "The refining of the third-level puppet beast is more difficult and requires more materials. Seven hundred thousand spirit stones are not expensive. If Taoist friends really want to order, six hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones, this It’s the best price.”
"Forget it, it's too expensive. There are 650,000 spiritual stones. I'd rather buy a magic weapon."
"The defensive power of the third-level puppet beast is no worse than that of the first-level defensive magic weapon. Six hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones are not expensive. If fellow Taoists find it too expensive, our shop also has nine palace puppets, nine second-level high-grade puppet beasts, which can be combined to lay a simplified The version of the third-level formation Nine Palaces Trapping Spirit Formation, monks below the third level of the alchemy formation are trapped, and it is difficult to escape for a while, with 80,000 spirit stones."
Taoist Ziyang introduced enthusiastically.
Wang Changsheng was secretly surprised. This was the first time he heard about the combination of puppet beast and formation.
Naturally, he would not take the initiative to admit that he could not get the spirit stone. He shook his head and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Lu, for your kindness. Wang is not interested in the second-level puppet beast."
Taoist Ziyang was not annoyed and said with a smile: "You Taoist friends are here to participate in the Guangyuan Dharma Conference, right? Pindao and several Taoist friends held a small exchange meeting. Is Taoist friend Wang interested in participating?"
Most of the high-level monks who participated in the Guangyuan Dharma Assembly attended the Guangyuan Dharma Assembly with the purpose of exchanging items. Some things that they could not use themselves might be used by others!
"Swap meet? Where is it? When?"
"Tomorrow night at You time, Guangyuan Residence, the entire Guangyuan Residence has been booked by us. If Wang Daoyou is interested, please don't be late."
"Definitely, Wang has something else to do, so go ahead and arrive on time tomorrow night."
Wang Changsheng agreed, turned around and went downstairs.
He visited all the big shops in Guangyuan City. The dazzling array of products opened his eyes and increased his knowledge.
The sky gradually darkened, and merchants took out lighting tools one after another. The number of monks on the street increased instead of decreasing. The crowds were surging, and the sound of shouting was endless, making it very lively.
Wang Changsheng came to a huge bluestone square. There were many stalls in the square, and the stall owners were all monks with Danjie or below.
Naturally, these stalls would not have any good stuff, but with the idea of picking up the missing items, Wang Changsheng still wandered around.
As he walked forward, his eyes quickly glanced at the things on the stall.
To be honest, there are many types of products on the stalls, including elixirs, talismans, magic weapons, and even second-level spiritual beasts.
After looking at a lot of things, Wang Changsheng didn't pick up the leaks. This is not surprising. Picking up the leaks is purely a matter of luck.
Suddenly, a fierce quarrel came from a stall in front, and some monks who liked to watch the excitement walked over quickly.
Wang Changsheng's expression changed and he walked up quickly.
In front of a small stall, a man in a yellow robe with a pockmarked face and a girl in a blue skirt with delicate features were arguing about something. The stall owner was an immortal cultivator at the eighth level of Qi refining.
The man in the yellow robe is in the elixir-building stage, and the girl in the blue skirt is in the foundation-building stage.
"Senior, everything must be done on a first-come, first-served basis! This junior is obviously interested in this residual treasure map and is ready to pay for it. It's inappropriate for you to suddenly intervene!"
The girl in the blue dress said with a frown, without any trace of fear on her face.
The man in yellow robe glared at the girl in blue skirt and said unceremoniously: "You haven't paid yet, why can't I buy it? I want this residual treasure map and a hundred spiritual stones. You, a yellow-haired girl in the foundation building stage, can't buy it." You dare to snatch things from me, are you tired of living?"
He took out a medium-grade spiritual stone and threw it to the stall owner.
The stall owner naturally did not dare to offend the monk Jiedan, so he handed a yellow rag two feet long and wide to the man in yellow robe.
At this moment, a hoarse female voice sounded: "Wait a minute, Huang Fugui, you are getting bolder and bolder, and you are bullying my granddaughter."
An old woman in gold robes with a wrinkled face and a cane with a golden snake head walked out from the crowd.
The powerful spiritual pressure emanating from the golden-robed old woman was clearly that of a fifth-level pill-forming monk.
To everyone's surprise, Huang Fugui, who had been aggressive just now, was like a mouse meeting a cat when he saw the old woman in gold robe. He said with a smile: "It turns out to be Mrs. Jin, I said! This girl looks so familiar."
As he said this, he grabbed the yellow rag and stuffed it into his arms.
"Wait a minute, Huang Mazi, take out the so-called treasure map and let me take a look."
The golden-robed old woman's tone was calm and full of irresistible meaning.
Huang Mazi looked hesitant after hearing this.
"What? Huang Mazi? What I said doesn't work?"
The golden-robed old woman's tone was cold, and a powerful spiritual pressure rushed out of her body.
Huang Mazi's expression changed, and he hurriedly took out the yellow rag and handed it to the old woman in gold robe, not caring about his own face at all.
Seeing this scene, Wang Changsheng chuckled.
Speaking of which, this was not the first time he met Huang Fugui. After so many years, Huang Fugui was still the same, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
The old woman in golden robe carefully inspected the yellow rag and found nothing unusual. She handed it back to Huang Fugui and said, "It's just a magic weapon. If you just wear a piece of rag, I dare say it's a treasure map. I'll give it back to you." .”
After all, Huang Fugui is an alchemy monk, and it is not worth turning against Huang Fugui for a so-called residual treasure map.
Huang Fugui smiled, put away the remaining yellow cloth, and quickly squeezed into the crowd.
The old woman in gold robe glared at the girl in blue skirt and said, "Come back with me, you are getting bolder and bolder."
The girl in the blue dress showed a bitter face and followed the old woman in the gold robe away.
Seeing this, the onlookers dispersed one after another.
Wang Changsheng chuckled and walked forward. He walked around Qingshi Square but didn't find any bargains.
He didn't care and walked along the way he came. When he passed a certain restaurant, a familiar man's voice suddenly came to his ears: "Fellow Daoist Wang, what a coincidence! Look at the second floor."