"Heh, in order to get more cultivation resources, the Purple Flame Sect is really doing everything, which will damage the prestige of the Three-Rank Strong Sect!"

Whenever he talked about this matter, Ge Feng couldn't help but sneer a few words, but in the end, he sighed: "This is the benefit of the strong sect! I'm stronger than you, I'm overbearing, what can you do?"

Shen Yulin, Huang Miao and others were silent when they heard Ge Feng's words.

In the martial arts world, the weak eat the strong, this is an unbreakable truth.

Only the strong can win respect, do whatever they want, and dominate everything.

And for a four-rank sect like Bitao Martial Academy, only when the overall strength catches up with and surpasses the Ziyan Sect can it get rid of the situation of being oppressed and being slaughtered.

It's just that today's Bitao Martial Academy, although it has three innate spiritual root disciples and some disciples with good qualifications, the lack of cultivation resources has become a major obstacle to the progress of those disciples, so the Bitao Martial Academy still has a long way to go if it wants to catch up with and surpass the Ziyan Sect.

"The sect conference will officially start in two days, and in these two days, you can walk around in Ziyan City and open your eyes. But you remember to me that there is a dragon and a crouching tiger hidden in Ziyan City, and you must not easily cause trouble. You know what?"

After resting for a while at their respective residences, Ge Feng called Fang Bai and the others together, carefully admonished them, and then said, "I'm going to go to the martial arts trading market in the west of the city to exchange for some cultivation resources that our sect urgently needs." If any of you want to go with me, just say it, and I'll take you with me. If you want to go to other parts of the city, don't come back too late at night, lest I worry!

The nine disciples nodded one after another, some said that they would go to the martial arts trading market with Ge Feng, and some were ready to wander around the city, and they slowly dispersed in twos and threes.

Liu Qingqing wanted to stay with Fang Bai, but was dragged out shopping by Shen Yulin and Huang Miao.

Soon, only Fang Bai was left in the huge courtyard.

Fang Bai walked out of the courtyard, left Vermilion Bird City, walked to a remote and uninhabited place, first changed into clothes, and then carried the qi and blood of the whole body, moved the flesh and bones of his face, changed his appearance, and his stature was a little shorter.

When he reappeared in front of people, he was a middle-aged warrior wearing a black robe, fair-skinned, and thin.

After asking a passer-by about the specific location of the martial arts trading market, Fang Bai walked over.

Came to the Vermilion Bird Street in the west of the city, and saw two gates standing at the end of the street from a distance, the gate was painted with a fire divine beast Suzaku, and there was a huge gold-lettered signboard hanging above the gate, and the signboard was written with several golden eye-catching characters of "Purple Flame City Martial Artists Trading Market", and it was not the lord of the Thousand Lakes Country that was written at the check-in place, but Li Zheng, the current sect leader of the Ziyan Sect.

It can be seen that the Purple Flame Sect is the true master of the Thousand Lakes Country.

There are also warriors guarding the gate of the martial arts trading market, and if you want to enter the trading market to visit or trade, you need to pay the "entrance fee" of ten yuan stones, and receive a special waist card with a number to successfully enter.

"In this martial arts trading market, tens of thousands of martial artists trade here every day, and just the daily entrance fee is a lot of income!"

Fang Bai entered the martial arts trading market with his waist card, and when he saw the lively scene in the meantime, he couldn't help but secretly slander the Ziyan Sect.

In the vast trading market, tens of thousands of martial artists wandered around, they were wearing all kinds of costumes, there were not only disciples from the major sects of the Thousand Lakes Country, but also many scattered martial artists without sects and sects, and even martial artists from foreign countries, as long as they saw that there were cultivation resources they needed, they would stop and bargain to see if there was any hope of winning.

In order to raise or lower the price, the two sides of the transaction shout and argue, arguing with reason, and the face of the dispute is red, but they are not tired of it.

In the trading space, wisps of vitality were permeated, which were released by cultivation resources such as elixirs and pills.

Fang Bai's consciousness was scattered, and he walked around the trading market, and roughly understood some of the situation here.

Of the tens of thousands of martial artists here, most of them are heaven-level martial artists, and only a small number of desolate-level martial artists exist, and there are no Hong-level martial artists.

And the cultivation resources that the martial artists traded were also mainly low-grade and low-level, and there were not many things that could make Fang Bai tempted.

"Huh, this Ding furnace is not bad, it can be bought to refine pills. ”

When passing a stall, Fang Bai's gaze swept over a Ding furnace, and he couldn't help but be attracted.

The Ding furnace is three feet high, and at first glance it looks jet black, but when you look closely, it is faintly red, giving people a very old feeling.

The tripod body of the Ding Furnace is engraved with mysterious formation runes that are difficult for ordinary martial artists to understand, which seems to contain some kind of strange power.

However, this kind of strange power could only be sensed by a martial artist like Fang Bai with a chaotic true body and extremely keen sensing, if Fang Bai hadn't discovered it, it would most likely continue to be buried.

The martial artists in the trading market, although many of them are knowledgeable, they can't tell what material the Ding furnace in Fang Baixiang is made of, but they just feel that the Ding furnace is ordinary, not like a rare treasure.

They didn't know that for many pharmacists who often refined pills, that Ding Furnace was made of rare fire essence iron as the main ingredient and then added other materials, and it had already reached the level of a high-grade spiritual weapon, and it was difficult to exchange it for ordinary cultivation resources.

In fact, even the stall owner who put out the Ding Furnace didn't know that this ancient Ding Furnace he had accidentally obtained would be so precious.

Fang Bai looked at the price of the Ding Furnace, 20,000 low-grade Fire Yuan Stones and twenty bottles of low-grade Juyuan Dan, this exchange price was not expensive, and it just so happened that in Fang Bai's space ring, there were some low-grade Fire Yuan Stones and some low-grade Juyuan Pills, which were enough to exchange for that Ding Furnace.

"Brother, I like your Ding Furnace very much, can it be cheaper?"

Fang Bai picked up the Ding furnace and looked at it in his eyes, pretending to ask the stall owner casually.

The stall owner was a heaven-level consummation martial artist, who looked more than ten years older than Fang Bai after the disguise, short and thin, with two goatees, and a lewd and treacherous appearance.

Looking at the stall owner's costume, he should be a loose cultivator with no sect or sect.

"Little brother, this Ding Furnace was obtained from a dangerous place with great effort, and the price cannot be less!"

The stall owner said seriously.

"I came out in a hurry, and I didn't have so many stones and pills on me...... In this way, I will exchange a five-hundred-year-old crystal tear for this Ding furnace with you, what do you think?"

Fang Bai knew the value of this Ding Furnace, and the price marked by the stall owner was indeed not expensive, so he didn't continue to bargain, and decided to exchange it with a crystal tear.

(End of chapter)