The small stall that Ning Qingqiu was standing on looked no different from the stall next to him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The small stalls are covered with a thick layer of black linoleum cloth on the ground, but if you look closely, it probably looks like a luxurious black velvet, which looks extraordinary.

You know, even if it's a stall, it's a monk who has achieved cultivation.

In this town, there are no ordinary residents, so even the blankets on the ground are made of unusual materials.

Ning Qingqiu's thinking was strange for a moment, and he somehow remembered the flying carpet that the magician was riding.

Then I thought about the monk's flying sword, and felt that it was still my Great Eastern cultivator, at least it looked high-end and high-grade!

When I think about it this way, I have a strange sense of pride.

At least it is still the familiar world of the Eastern Confucius, if he travels to some Western European country and creates a high-level demon industry, Ning Qingqiu feels that he will perish in a few minutes, and the most important thing is ...... The language barrier is incomprehensible.

Mei Changwei glanced at the stall with some curiosity, and felt that Ning Qingqiu's eyes were nailed to this small stall, and he couldn't help but wonder what made this eldest lady so interested, could it be said that it was a great treasure?

I saw that on the small stall with a width of three meters and a length of five meters, there are many kinds of things, and it is not enough to say that there are many things, but there are all kinds of things that should be there.

However, it is also a very common elixir, magic weapon and a few talismans, especially the magic weapon has many types, different styles, and the aura is tumbling, and it looks good.

Of course, in the annual celebration festival, everyone generally sets up stalls to take out their proud works, so that they can sell at a good price, and the goods in Tun can also be emptied at one time throughout the year.

But to be honest, these things are not the most popular in the town, because even if they buy them, they are useless here, because they inherently limit their activities.

It's a waste to buy it back.

The most popular ones are still the classics and jade slips that are more out of the way, and the people here are very interested in knowledge, especially the formation type, the type of runes, and the rumors of the side door, maybe they can find a way to leave here smoothly?

There was little hope, but there was no other way for them.

The price of these spirit stones is so high, more of them are aimed at foreign monks, although they are not used by small town monks, but some foreign monks are not all illiterate, the things here are all good things, after all, the monks here are idle and boring, so the field they are good at is to study more and more carefully, because they have nothing else to do.

This makes the monks in the town, whether it is alchemy, refining weapons, or other partial research, be regarded as the leaders in this field.

It's just a pity that the reputation is not obvious.

This is called the real "incognito".

Ning Qingqiu sighed a little.

Mei Changwei looked at her eyes for a long time, but she didn't figure out which "little goblin" confused her gaze.

"Qingqiu, what do you like?" Mei Changwei asked, but the stall owner heard her voice.

I didn't plan to pay attention to it, because there were a lot of people who wouldn't buy it, just to join in the fun, most of them were foreign monks, a small part of them, and there were young monks who hadn't been confined to this town for too long.

Elderly, already numb.

He was one of them.

Sensing someone stopping, he didn't care.

If you want to buy it, you will naturally give it to the spirit stone, and he doesn't like to entertain guests, but he didn't expect to hear a familiar voice this time.

The stall owner raised his head, he had messy hair, although it was not dirty, it looked very messy, and the Taoist robe on his body was also gray everywhere, looking like it came out of the alchemy room where the furnace had been blown up.

It's just that face...... But it is not the middle-aged appearance that Ning Qingqiu thought, but looks very immature, the appearance of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, fair skin and face with a little baby fat, Dudu is very cute, he is a handsome little guy.

Ning Qingqiu's eyes were a little surprised, but she didn't really think that the other party was a weak monk who was younger than her.

Not only can't I see the strength of the other party clearly, I feel like I am in the fog and see the flowers through the fog, and-

The main thing is that those eyes, which are extremely dark, deep and vicissitudes, which are the heaviness that only time can bring.

He spoke, his voice was hoarse, just listening to the voice, it was completely the voice of a mature man who had reached the extreme vicissitudes of life: "It turned out to be Mei girl, what's the matter, this is to bring business to my old man?"

His eyes swirled a few times over a few unfamiliar faces, and they landed on Mingyuan and Ning Qingqiu.

These two juniors are not simple, very not simple, or in other words, very powerful.

At least at his age, it was absolutely impossible for him to have such a cultivation.

Really...... The waves of the generation push the waves of the front, the glorious age, the golden age, belongs to them.

And people like him can only be trapped in this town, growing old silently, and dying of sorrow.

Cultivation is useless, because not only will they not improve, but just to maintain their cultivation level and not fall, they will have to spend a lot of spirit stones.

Thinking so, his dark gray eyes shimmered a little scarlet.

Mei Changwei's heart jumped, he didn't expect that the small stall that stopped casually met this old monster.

"Lord Ghoul laughed, these are Boss Shen's guests, Boss Shen is not here today, I see that they are still quite interested in the celebration of the town, so I took them out to have a look. It's not about taking care of your old business. ”

Just kidding, although it's a bit rude to say this, if you really follow the words of this old immortal, it will be forcibly bought and sold, and this stall of things, maybe they will insist that Ning Qingqiu and them eat it - of course, this food is naturally for the spirit stone.

Ning Qingqiu's face was a little strange.

This name is really special, huh, it turned out to be - Lord Dead Ghost?

Well, it should be the corpse of a corpse, right? Her sensitive sense of smell had already smelled the stench of a rotting corpse emanating from this person's body, although the other party was already trying his best to cover it up, but as soon as he spoke, he ......

Ning Qingqiu paused: "How can you sell this mushroom?"

To put it bluntly, it doesn't matter who this person is, she just needs to buy what she likes.

The ghoul's sharp teeth grinded his lower lip, and he thought about it in his heart, this little girl was neither humble nor arrogant, as if she had relied on it - of course, it was true that she had cultivated to Jindan at this age, but this was not an ordinary place, here, it was a devil's cage.

It's just that he doesn't want to be a bird at this time, these people, some people can't help but test them first, as long as he watches quietly.

"There is a price tag on it, and the little girl doesn't know how to count?"

A gloomy voice, with malicious mockery and contempt.

Han Yue and Ming Yuan's faces sank.

Ning Qingqiu remained silent: "I am naturally clear about the price, and I am not short of spirit stones, but I ...... In addition to these jasper mushrooms I want to buy, I also want to ask you to buy a message. ”