Chapter 136: 136

One night without words, the next morning, Qingyang asked the waiter to send some food to the room, left Yu Mengmiao in the room for cultivation, cleaned up a little, then took his magic weapons out of the drunk immortal gourd, wrapped them with a burden and went out.

There are many kinds of shops on the streets of yulingcheng. There are not only specialized shops for selling and purchasing all kinds of monks' daily necessities, but also large comprehensive shops, which are just the difference between the size of the forces behind them. The quality of things sold in such stores is guaranteed, but they are generally slightly more expensive. If you buy cheap things, you have to go to the workshop market spontaneously formed by the casual repairers.

Because it is a private workshop market spontaneously formed by the casual practitioners, there is no need to pay any fee, so the transaction price is relatively low, and many of them are in the form of barter. However, the quality of the casual workshop market is hard to say. It still depends on everyone's insight.

Qingyang went to a large square city in the scattered and mixed residential area. He had inquired about the specific location yesterday. After going out in the morning, he went straight to the square city.

The square city is located in an open space near the main street in the scattered and mixed residential area. This open space is about dozens of Mu in size. Perhaps it is because it is still early. Thousands of stalls are scattered on the open space, and there are many open spaces. New stall owners come to open stalls from time to time.

Each stall is very simple. It is estimated that it is for the secrecy of the transaction. All three sides are covered with mats, and a large piece of rag is spread on the ground. At this time, there were not many visitors to the market, a total of more than 100 people, and the scale was similar to that of the ordinary market in rural villages.

Qingyang wandered to the first stall. The owner of the stall was a grey haired old man. His accomplishments on the ninth floor of Kaimai territory exuded a faint smell of herbal medicine. He should be an alchemist.

There are several common elixirs and some pills on his stall. However, the quality of the pills seems to be very low, which is much worse than those sold in the shop. However, the asking price of the stall owner is not high, which is still very valuable for the shy casual repair.

Qingyang naturally doesn't like such pills. Although low-quality pills are also helpful for cultivation, they also contain a lot of impurities. In addition to cultivation, they also need to spend a lot of energy to remove impurities, which is a little troublesome. Moreover, he doesn't lack pills now.

The things in the second booth are more miscellaneous. In the front are several elixirs with a few years old, and then a damaged inferior magic weapon. Next to it is the body of a monster that does not enter the grade. Inside are several unknown refining materials, mixed with two manual cultivation skills.

The stall owner is a friar on the eighth floor of Kaimai territory. He is about forty years old. He has a goat beard, two mung bean eyes, and his eyes spin around. Coupled with his slender neck, he is alive and a turtle spirit reincarnated. I don't know where he found so many sundries.

The third stall is a middle-aged woman, but her cultivation is very high. It is actually a period of Qi refining. There are also a lot of things on her stall, mainly more than a dozen inferior talismans and some talisman materials. Rune pen, Rune paper, cinnabar mixed with monster blood essence, etc.

Qingyang hesitated for a long time. Finally, he exchanged the bow he got from Shenjian Li for a rune pen of the same inferior magic tool level. Later, he showed his three inch tongue and asked the stall owner to spare a stack of Rune paper and a small bottle of cinnabar mixed with demon animal essence and blood, and was ready to try to refine Rune books after going back.

As for the inferior magic talisman of the stall owner, Qingyang was not willing to buy it. It was a one-time consumable and was too extravagant to use. Besides, he still had three pieces on him.

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After that, Qingyang went all the way and found that there were all kinds of things to sell. There were the most common pills, talismans, magic tools and array plates. There were all kinds of refining materials, minerals, spirit grass, monster materials and so on. There were also many other skills, spells and common sense of immortality.

In addition, there are many strange things that even Qingyang can't recognize. Some contain a little aura, and some look like secular objects. Just the stall owner praises him like a peerless treasure, which makes people doubt their eyes.

Looking at the things in front of us, many people can't help wondering. Is this thing like an antique in the secular world? It looks insignificant and is actually an unnatural treasure. Waiting for yourself to explore it and buy it is tantamount to picking up a leak? Do you want to gamble?

Qingyang is also very excited, but he just wants to think about it. He has a number of spirit stones on his body. He still has a lot of things to buy and can't waste on it. Besides, he doesn't have such eyes. How can there be so many leaks in the world waiting for him to pick them up? Why don't the stall owners who own these things keep them by themselves? Are they all fools?

Before he knew it, he saw more than half of the whole market. It was close to noon. He took a few steps forward and came to a middle-aged man's stall.

The man is about 40 years old, but his cultivation achievement is nine layers in the open pulse environment. The foundation of cultivating immortals should be better in casual cultivation. He didn't come alone. Next to him sat a little girl in her early teens, presumably his daughter.

There was only one thing on their booth. It was dark and seemed to be a close fitting soft armor. This is a defensive magic weapon. The price is much more expensive than the attack type. For the bottom casual cultivation, the wealth is limited. The first thing to ensure is their own attack power. It is difficult to have extra financial resources to buy defensive magic weapons for self-defense, so this kind of thing is difficult to sell.

Maybe it was because there were no customers for a long time. The man looked listless. When he saw Qingyang coming, he suddenly came to his senses and asked, "Taoist friend, do you need defensive magic weapons? Do you want to see this soft armor?"

Qingyang stopped, picked up the soft armor, looked at it and said, "how do you sell this soft armor?"

The middle-aged man said, "this is a defensive medium-grade magic weapon, called alligator Dragon Armor. It is refined from the whole alligator dragon skin that has just advanced. Its defense is amazing. Friars below Kaimai can hardly break the defense. If you really want it, you can take away the three spirit stones."

"Three spirit stones? So expensive?"

Qingyang could not help but frown when he heard the speech. No wonder the middle-aged man had been ignored all morning. This thing is too expensive for casual repair. Three spirit stones, many monks in Kaimai territory can't save so much in their life, but the three spirit stones only exchange for such an insignificant soft armor, which is really a bit extravagant.

However, if you think about it again, an ordinary attack medium-sized magic weapon needs about two spirit stones. It doesn't seem too expensive to sell three spirit stones for alligator Dragon Armor. This is a life-saving thing. Maybe you can save your life at the critical moment.

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