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But he had only two spirit stones, and there were not many other valuable things. It was not enough to buy this alligator Dragon Armor. After a pause, Qingyang said, "can it be cheaper?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "This is a medium-grade defensive magic weapon. It can block the attacks of all monks below Kaimai territory. The actual value must be more than three holy stones. If it could be cheap, it would have been sold long ago, and I wouldn't wait until now. This alligator Dragon Armor is my life-saving thing. If my cultivation was stuck on the ninth floor of Kaimai territory for too long and I needed to change some pills to try to break through, I would never take it out To sell. "

Qingyang's strength is not high. In order to save his life, what he needs most is the treasure of defense. But the limp Taoist's light blue Taoist robe is too conspicuous and easy to be seen. This soft armor can be worn in his clothes. It doesn't show mountains and water leakage. It's just suitable for him now.

"I only have two spirit stones on me, but I also have a defensive inferior magic weapon light blue Taoist robe. I don't know if you want to exchange it." Qingyang asked in a deep voice.

The defensive inferior magic weapon is not worth a spiritual stone, but it is not much different. In the middle, there is basically a gap of Qi Nourishing pill. This gap is not very big, but it is still different from the requirements of middle-aged men. Qingyang is not sure that the other party will agree.

The middle-aged man had planned never to reduce the price, but the stall had been set up for several days, and the alligator Dragon Armor could not be sold. Now he finally met someone who was willing to buy. If he missed it, I don't know how long he would have to wait. The price difference for a Yangqi pill is really worthless.

After thinking for a long time, the middle-aged man finally gritted his teeth and said, "deal!"

The spirit stone he just got yesterday was not warm in his hand, so he spent it again. Qingyang took out two spirit stones, gave the light blue Taoist robe wrapped in rags to the middle-aged man, and replaced it with the other man's alligator Dragon Armor.

After that, Qingyang turned for a while. At another stall, he saw a inferior magic weapon sword with fire attribute. After bargaining, he put on a Qi Nourishing pill, and then changed the magic weapon called red flame sword to his hand with the silver lightsaber.

So far, all the three inferior magic weapons Qingyang got from those casual practitioners in Kaiyuan mansion have been sold and replaced with something he can use. As long as Liang chongtian doesn't make a special investigation in Yuling City, his black eating will not be exposed again.

I've bought almost everything I need to buy. Seeing that it's past noon, I'm a little hungry. Qingyang is going to finish this trip to the square city and return to the inn. Just about to turn around and leave here, suddenly a smell of wine came to my face.

The wine smells very special and tastes mellow. You can smell a faint aura with your nose. It is completely different from the inferior wine that ordinary people drink in the secular world. Qingyang looks for the wine smell and finds a wine stall in a nearby corner.

The wine stall deliberately avoided the temporary stalls of other monks and lived alone in a corner. There were many wine jars in front of the stall. Two people, old and young, watched the stall bored and lonely. Occasionally a monk came forward and asked, but soon shook his head and left.

The stall owner is an old man and a 16-year-old boy. They look similar. They seem to be a father and son. They dress like people in the secular world. They are both monks. The young man's accomplishments are similar to those of Qingyang, but the old man's accomplishments are in the period of Qi refining.

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Before Qingyang came to the stall, he first scanned the wine stall, and then asked the old man who was closing his eyes and recuperating: "what kind of wine is this?"

The old man just glanced at Qingyang and then closed his eyes. It seemed that he couldn't afford his wine with Qingyang's cultivation, so he didn't bother to answer.

His son had no prejudice against Qingyang. Maybe he thought it was rare for a friar of the same age to come over and said, "this is Baihua wine brewed by my father using the ancestral secret method. It uses hundreds of petals and nectar and takes more than ten years to refine it secretly. It is very helpful for the cultivation of friars in Kaimai territory. One jar needs three Qi Nourishing pills."

One jar needs three Qi Nourishing pills. The price is really not low. No wonder the old man is too lazy to take care of himself. The casual cultivation family in the middle of Kaimai territory is generally not rich. Even if he has Qi Nourishing pills, he usually keeps them for his own use. How can he be extravagant enough to exchange them for wine?

Qingyang sniffed slightly with his nose. The spiritual power contained in the Baihua wine is actually not much. A jar is equivalent to the drug content of a Qi Nourishing pill. It is much worse than the rain wine made by brushing the wine pool. It's really worthless to exchange three Qi Nourishing pills for one jar. It can relieve the alcohol addiction. If you rely on this thing to practice, you'll be a little willing to abandon the basics.

It's just that my purpose is not to satisfy my craving, but to cure the alcoholics. See if the spirit wine can restore the strength of the alcoholics as soon as possible. Moreover, this Baihua wine is brewed from hundreds of petals and nectar, which is just the taste of the alcoholics. If I buy some and put them in the drunken immortal gourd, I think it can get twice the result with half the effort.

Only three Qi Nourishing pills can buy one jar of wine, and only one spirit stone can change to more than three jars. The price is too high, and you can't buy a few jars with all your wealth.

Qingyang looked at the remote booth again. There were twelve jars of wine, all of which were packed in seven inch high jars with a diameter of seven inches. They were sealed with special clay tires, but they looked rough. The twelve jars could sell at least three pieces of spirit stones. They were placed outside so casually. The Qi Friar's wealth was really rich.

Qingyang was about to buy two jars of Baihua wine and left. At this time, he suddenly noticed that two jars of wine seemed different from the other ten jars. The packaging of the two jars of wine was obviously much better, and they were specially placed next to the legs of the Qi practising old man. It seemed that he attached great importance to them.

Qingyang couldn't help being curious and asked, "Taoist friend, what are those two jars of wine?"

The young man was about to answer. The old man next to him suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly, "hum, boy, you can't afford the two jars of wine behind you. It's useless to ask."

Qingyang couldn't help getting angry. Just now the old man ignored himself. Now he didn't talk to him, but he opened his mouth to rob himself. How can he do business like this? Qingyang is also a newborn calf. He is not afraid of tigers. He said in a deep voice, "how do you know I can't afford to buy? Naturally, you have to say the price. Even if you can't afford to buy, can't you ask?"

Qingyang's attitude was a little stiff and thought it would cause the old man's dissatisfaction. Unexpectedly, the old man just looked at him and then closed his eyes, as if he disdained to argue with him.

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