The shopkeeper is not bad, the authenticity of what he said is beyond doubt, Jiang Feng just didn't go to other pharmacies to ask about the Three Holy Flowers one by one. +◆Top+◆Point+◆Small+◆ Say, that's not necessary, and it's undoubtedly a waste of time.

As for the ghost market, this can be regarded as an unintentional gain.

Although the shopkeeper was so solemn when he mentioned this ghost market, he tried his best to persuade Jiang Feng not to take risks.

However, if he didn't know, since he knew such a place, Jiang Feng naturally wanted to go.

He came for the Three Holy Flowers, but if there is a glimmer of possibility, he will not give up lightly.

There are not many people who know about the ghost market, and Jiang Feng inquired a little, and he just knew a rough idea.

A ghost market is actually a night market.

Of course, it is not so accurate to describe a ghost market as a night market. To be precise, the ghost market is a market that only starts at night.

It was a street with no lights, and all kinds of transactions were carried out in the dark.

It is a certain kind of Cheng dù, the ghost market, and it has become a mixed place of cows ~ ghosts ~ snakes ~ gods, that is, it has become quite sinister as the shopkeeper said.

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At night, Jiang Feng walked into the ghost market alone.

In the darkness shrouded in black cloth, there are no fingers to be seen, and there are many people in the night, but except for the sound of footsteps, there is no noise to be heard, but there may be someone talking, and the sound of talking is also extremely low and very low. All people, like ghosts, wander in the night.

Jiang Feng stepped into it, didn't go far, but was grabbed by a corner of his clothes, Jiang Feng stopped, and then found that something flew to his hand, Jiang Feng subconsciously reached out and grabbed the thing in his hand.

Jiang Feng's strength had already reached the point where he could see things at night, but he didn't need to look at it at all, just by relying on his touch, he knew that what he was holding in his hand was a stone.

It was not uncommon for a stone to fly over for no reason, but soon, Jiang Feng didn't feel strange, because three people surrounded him.

It was three middle-aged strong men, all wearing black tights, blending with the night, and one of them stretched out a finger and said in a low voice that only Jiang Feng could hear: "A thousand lower grade spirit stones!"

"You mean, you want me to use a thousand lower grade spirit stones to buy a broken stone?" Jiang Feng smiled, what he said was naturally only heard by these three people.

Hearing this, Jiang Feng clearly found that the faces of the three of them had changed, probably not expecting that Jiang Feng would know that it was a stone.

"What do you say? That's my family heirloom. The middle-aged man scolded in a low voice.

"Then your family is really poor enough. Jiang Feng sneered.

The middle-aged man was a little impatient, and said hurriedly: "Little guy, what do you know, the rules of this ghost market are like this, the treasure can't be started, as soon as you get started, it means that you will buy and leave, and now that the treasure is in your hands, you have to pay the spirit stone." Of course, you can also give with your own life. ”

Jiang Feng had never heard of this rule.

At this time, he also understood that the stone did not fly over at all, but was deliberately thrown to him by these three people, and now, he was holding the so-called treasure in their mouths, so he would have to pay the price of a thousand low-grade spirit stones.

This kind of buying and selling method is really interesting, although it is said that these three people clearly want to buy and sell by force and blackmail him.

"It's not impossible for me to buy this broken stone with a thousand low-grade spirit stones, but I have a question to ask. If your answer satisfies me, a thousand low-grade spirit stones will be yours. After thinking about it, Jiang Feng said.

The three of them looked at each other, probably thinking that there was a joke, and one of them said, "Are you asking about this ghost market?" ”

"Who in this ghost market is selling medicinal herbs?" Jiang Feng asked.

The middle-aged man said quickly: "You go straight inside, about a hundred meters, there are many stalls there, all of them sell medicinal herbs." ”

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "However, I kindly remind you that the things there are not something you can afford to buy." ”

This kind of kindness is naturally for the sake of a thousand lower-grade spirit stones, Jiang Feng doesn't mind, let alone asks why he can't afford it, he just said: "Very good, then, who has the Three Holy Flowers there?"

"Sanshenghua, what is it?" the middle-aged man was stunned and said puzzled, and the other two men were also stunned for a moment, not understanding what Jiang Feng was talking about.

Regarding the Three Holy Flowers, Jiang Feng had only inquired in two places, once in the pharmacy and once here.

Whether it is the insight of the pharmacy shopkeeper or the insight of these three people who are mixed in this ghost market, they all don't know the existence of the Three Holy Flowers.

The Three Sacred Flowers are naturally in existence, and they are definitely not legendary things, then, there is only one possibility, perhaps, the Three Holy Flowers, in this different world, are not called the Three Holy Flowers, they have other names.

Therefore, when he mentioned the Three Holy Flowers, whether it was the shopkeeper of the pharmacy or the three of them, they were all confused.

"Of course, the Three Holy Flowers are flowers, and the white flowers the size of the bowl are ......extremely fragrant," Jiang Feng described.

The three of them still didn't understand what Jiang Feng was talking about, and the person who spoke said impatiently: "What kind of Three Holy Flowers are you talking about, we have never seen them, now hurry up and give us the spirit stone, don't waste time." ”

"If I heard me right, you just said that I am satisfied. Jiang Feng smiled lightly.

"Yes, I said that you were satisfied, but who knows, the kind of thing you said, is it made up by you, there is no such thing at all?" the middle-aged man's eyes rolled around, and he said slyly.

"Then your so-called heirloom must have been made up nonsense. Jiang Feng smiled.

"Boy, you trick us, I think you are looking for death. The middle-aged man was furious and swung his fist at Jiang Feng.

His strength is not bad, but he is the cultivation of the first tribulation of heaven, and the existence of this kind of cultivation can be regarded as a strong party when placed elsewhere. But in this ghost city, it is just an act of extortion.

Jiang Feng didn't look at it, he directly punched it, and when he heard a few clicks, the person's entire fist was shattered, and the other two saw this and frantically pounced on Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng kicked out with two kicks, kicking the two of them sideways, and he didn't know how many ribs he had kicked out.

But they still couldn't hear too much sound, and even if they were so seriously injured, the three of them were so depressed that they didn't dare to make a sound.

It's as if if if you make a noise, you're going to get into a lot of trouble.

The three middle-aged men walked away in a gray manner, while Jiang Feng walked forward according to the guidance.

The distance of 100 meters is not a long time, but because this street is full of all kinds of stalls, it still took Jiang Feng a lot of time to walk over.

Along the way, those stalls, there are everything sold, common and uncommon, can be sold and can not be sold, there are people selling here, and there is often no shortage of buyers.

Walking a distance of a hundred meters, Jiang Feng smelled the smell of medicinal herbs, which was a smell that Jiang Feng was quite familiar with, smelling that smell, Jiang Feng knew that the middle-aged man was not lying.

A stall selling medicinal herbs caught Jiang Feng's eye, on the stall, there were some medicinal herbs placed at random, but what attracted Jiang Feng was not medicinal herbs, but a charred palm.

The palm of the hand, if you look closely, is a left hand.

Although Jiang Feng was a little curious about the distance of 100 meters, he saw a lot of strange things being sold, but putting a palm here to sell still made Jiang Feng slightly curious.

Jiang Feng was not the only one who was curious about that palm, there were several other people, surrounding the stall, watching that palm, but absolutely no one reached out to touch it, just watched, stared at it.

"How many spirit stones?" finally someone asked in a suppressed voice.

"100,000 medium-grade spirit stones. The stall was set up by a white-haired old man, who said gloomily.

The questioner gasped, apparently stunned by the astronomical number, but still asked, "What is this?"

"It's the palm of a hand. The white-haired old man said simply.

"Yes, we all know it's a palm, the question is, what's the difference with this palm?" the man asked.

"The rules of the ghost market, pay the money first, and then get the goods, the spirit stone you came out, I will naturally tell you what is the difference. If you can't afford to produce the spirit stone, what's the use of me suing you? The white-haired old man said.

This is indeed the rule of the ghost market, but no matter what, the price of 100,000 medium-grade spirit stones in one palm is still too incredible, and no one can help but be curious.

"I know you can't afford it, get out of here, don't waste my time here. The white-haired old man said unceremoniously.

The questioner's face was scornful, he really couldn't afford to bid, the reason why he inquired, it was just out of curiosity, he didn't think about buying it at all, and he couldn't afford it at all, since he was driven away by the stall owner, he had to leave in disgrace.

Jiang Feng glanced at it, but he didn't see any difference, and was about to look away and look for what he wanted, when suddenly he glanced at the corner of his eye, his gaze froze in an instant, and an imperceptible light suddenly flashed in his eyes!

"100,000 medium-grade spirit stones for you, I want this palm. Jiang Feng threw a storage ring to the white-haired old man and said.

The white-haired old man took the storage ring, investigated it, and threw his palm to Jiang Feng expressionlessly, the white-haired old man threw it extremely casually, and when Jiang Feng caught the palm, he found that the corner of the white-haired old man's mouth showed a playful smile.

But Jiang Feng didn't mind, he also smiled, and then put that palm into the storage ring, and didn't ask what the difference was with this palm, turned around and went to another stall selling medicinal herbs.