It's hard to explain when you meet a fool. They are not wrong, they are just stupid and take everything seriously. Mi Xiaojing also has a headache, so he can't beat them.
"We are from Caorentang, can't we bring people in?"
Caorentang actually has certain privileges, so Mi Xiaojing hopes that the other party will let him go.
"It doesn't matter that you are from the main hall..."
At this time, two cultivators and three ordinary mortals came over, chatting and laughing. It was their first time guarding the door, and they immediately stepped forward to stop them.
"You two can go in, but the other three can't!"
"what do you mean?"
The two cultivators were also stupid. They come here often, let alone bring people, even if they bring a dog, no one dares to stop them.
"Only sect disciples can enter, ordinary people are not allowed to enter!"
The two idiots said confidently.
Snapped!
There was a big slap, and the guy who was slapped was stunned: "You, why did you hit me?"
Bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked away.
"Hit you? You're blind, it's you who's hitting you!"
These two cultivators were both disciples in the late stage of Qi training. At first glance, they knew that they were official outer disciples. They looked at each other and rushed forward together, beating the two gatekeepers violently.
When Mi Xiaojing saw someone coming forward, he immediately asked everyone to step aside and watch the excitement first.
After a violent beating, the two gatekeepers were beaten until their noses were bruised and their eyes were swollen. They could not stand up at all. Their cultivation levels were too different. One of them suddenly made a sharp whistle, which was an alarm that someone was attacking.
In an instant, a group of people rushed out of Fangshi. The leader was a Qi Dzogchen practitioner and a low-level deacon from Fangshi.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Snapped!
The guy who was yelling and yelling was slapped hard by the deacon who came out. The slap made him dizzy and he couldn't figure out why he was beaten.
The other gatekeeper was also slapped.
"Okay, stop it!"
The two cultivators stopped beating them, looked at the deacon, raised their hands and threw him an identity plate.
The deacon's expression changed, because this man's identity plate clearly showed that he was from the outer law enforcement hall. He suddenly felt scared. Originally, he wanted to beat two gatekeepers, and then beat up two more. The person who broke in the door suddenly stopped daring after seeing the other person's identity plate. The consequences of attacking the person in the Law Enforcement Hall were not something he could bear, even if he could win.
"What happened? Why the fight?"
Mi Xiaojing couldn't help but laugh. He actually understood that it was two guys who were just starting out, but for the sake of showing off, they kicked the iron plate.
A few sentences explain the situation.
The little deacon of Fangshi was also speechless. This was serious. I didn’t know what these two guys were thinking. It was so common for cultivators to bring people to Fangshi. No one had ever stopped them. These two guys had no idea. Is there shit in there
The young deacon waved his hand silently, motioning for those people to go in, and Mi Xiaojing took the opportunity to follow them into the market.
Occasionally, I looked back and saw that the deacon was still beating people. He probably felt that he had lost face and wanted to get it back from these two people. The two guys were beaten up and screamed. Mi Xiaojing walked far away into the city. They both heard the intermittent screams of the two people. It is estimated that the two of them will remember this fight for the rest of their lives.
Fangshi is very deserted. Unlike the front street, most of the people here are cultivators, or people brought by cultivators. There are very few people on the street, coming and going in a hurry, and there are very few shops here. Most of them are selling and refining weapons. There are shops for alchemy, spells, formations, etc., and the most popular shops are shops for cultivation groceries.
Mi Xiaojing didn't know much about weapon refining or talismans. Except for the alchemy, which was inherited by Wang Weijun, and the cultivation techniques, which were also taught by Wang Weijun, the rest were unfamiliar to him, so he was very curious.
When the Xiyan Clan was destroyed, he was shocked by the strength of cultivators. They used various methods and weapons, but Yanxiu was far behind. During the battle, his hands were tied. At the same level, Yanxiu could not fight at all. Don’t beat your opponent.
This also made Mi Xiaojing gradually become interested in these things, especially after making alchemy, he had a deep understanding that these auxiliary means are the embodiment of the cultivator's strength.
Mi Xiaojing was not spared in every shop. He looked at them one by one. At this time, Wang Weijun appeared and said again: "These are nothing, they are simple things. If you want to learn them, I can pass them on to you."
Since Mi Xiaojing received Wang Weijun's inheritance, he has had a slight change in his view of him. In fact, he knew very well that this man had bad intentions. However, there was a ready-made inheritance, why wouldn't he want it? Just be careful.
Wang Weijun was still very proud. Seeing that Mi Xiaojing's defense against him was reduced, he thought about how knowledgeable a child could be after all. He thought that he had been in the world of cultivation for so many years and was well-informed, so he could deceive a child. Even though he didn't have it at his fingertips, he had selectively forgotten the previous setbacks.
Whether it was weapon refining or talismans, Mi Xiaojing was very unfamiliar with it, especially in the weapon refining shop. He was really dazzled by what he saw. The most common among them were various magic swords, which were used by cultivators in the Qi training period. There are wooden ones, metal ones, some kind of special jade ones, some with cold properties, some with fire properties, some with earth properties, there are all kinds of them, it is simply dizzying to see.
There are also all kinds of small magic weapons, such as hammers as big as fists, axes as big as palms, and even magic weapons in the shape of gourds, in ring-like, flat, square, and round shapes, in various colors and strange shapes, among which Parts of it sparkled.
Not to mention that Mi Xiaojing was dazzled, Robert, and Zhang Ke were also dumbfounded. Only Mu Xiaoyin looked calm. She was accustomed to these things and had seen them many times, so she was no longer surprised.
Magical weapons are expensive. A very common magic weapon, such as a magic sword, the worst one will cost more than thirty low-grade spiritual stones, and a better one will cost more than fifty low-grade spiritual stones. If you practice It is a top-level magic weapon for cultivators in the Qi period, so it is normal to spend three to four hundred low-grade spiritual stones.
Without anyone's help, it is almost impossible to accumulate so many low-grade spiritual stones by one's own strength. Unless there are gifts from elders or family help, it is difficult for low-level cultivators to purchase truly good magic weapons with their own strength. , is the poorest person in the world of cultivation.
During this period, Mi Xiaojing did not come up with any elixir. He had found a suitable channel and did not want to alert others. He hoped that he could quietly refine the elixir and grow quietly.
There are many low-level cultivators hanging around like this. They can't afford it, but they are willing to know more about the market prices. Of course, there are also many cultivators selling things they make, such as charms, simple weapon refining works, and low-level formation flags. Magical weapons such as formation disks.
There is also consignment. Mi Xiaojing saw a lot of things on consignment, many of which were strange and weird, and they were found while out exploring.