"Let's take a walk and take a look, the best Qingmu marble, the necessary material for building a golden treasure magic weapon. ”

"Longyang Jindan, an excellent elixir to replenish divine power, only needs a piece of low-grade golden jade pith. ”

"Shenwu Dan, it is refined with the golden body of a master, and it will last for an hour without losing divine power, there are not many of them, so come and buy it." ”

In Donggufang City, there are not many stalls, only forty or fifty large and small, but it is lively and lively, and there are many casual cultivators, basically several times the number of stalls, and the number of people is as many as hundreds.

Walking in from outside the island, Feng Jueyu was very surprised, it stands to reason that in a place on the edge of an immortal island like this, no matter how many people are scattered, there should not be so many people, Donggufang City is not the largest Fang Market here, how can a small Fang Market gather so many monks?

Although he searched the soul of the old man, there was no way for some things in his memory to be completely transmitted to his mind, for seeing so many people in such an inconspicuous market, Feng Jueyu expressed doubts, but it didn't matter, there were many people, and there were many news that was easy to probe.

Thinking in his heart, Feng Jieyu went to visit the market on the surface, but in fact, he pricked up his ears to listen to what these people were saying.

Bargaining for things must have abounded, and naturally there were people who chatted about something else while hanging out together, and as soon as he walked into the market, he listened to the two of them talking together as they walked.

A few days ago, on the sea outside the island, three masters appeared, and there was a big fight. ”

"Really fake? Spirit Sword Island is not big, there are few masters of the Shattered Nirvana Realm, who is it? There is such a big hatred?" the other expressed shock, his eyes widening.

The man before held his stomach and laughed twice, crying and laughing: "What do you want? A few masters on the island, but they don't have that leisure, you don't know, our Spirit Sword Island is the safest place on the outer islands of the overseas immortal island, and the big forces on several nearby islands, which one wants to see our Fang Market Group destroyed, who dares to cause trouble here?"

"That's ......"

"Eighty percent are foreign, the two masters of the ghost path of the soul clan, the strength is really not weak, but they have encountered stubble, I heard that the guy who fought with the two of them is extremely profound, and the three moves and two styles will beat that guy to the mouth and spit blood, if they didn't escape quickly, they would definitely not know how they died?"

Feng Jueyu heard it at first glance, yes, I know, the eight achievements that these two guys are talking about are the two soul clan guys that Xuan Chong and Xuan Chong said they met, but when he heard this, he also cleverly obtained some things from it that he didn't know.

That's Spirit Sword Island, and it's not as simple as it seems.

After listening to these two people, Feng Jueyu realized that some forces nearby were also protecting Spirit Sword Island, and their purpose seemed to be simply to maintain these markets that had been passed down from Spirit Sword Island for thousands of years.

In fact, it is not surprising to think about it, if there are all kinds of forces entrenched, everyone wants to hold a bull's ear, the fang market will inevitably be affected, once the fang market is not safe, who will bring things to sell and trade? On the contrary, if a fang market is calm, everyone is happy to exchange treasures, and everyone is happy to get together to communicate.

It's all about pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts, and no one wants to fight and kill every day, pinning their heads to their belts.

With this information, Feng Jueyu was even more relieved and bold, and followed the two people over and listened to some people's chatter, but they didn't get more favorable news, most of them were bargaining, or gathering around a certain stall to discuss whether a certain treasure was real, or expressing curiosity about some strange things, etc.

Without the information he needed, Feng Jueyu left the two of them with broken mouths, wandered around the Fang Market without gaining anything, and turned to the next Fang Market.

The Fang Market of Lingjian Island is really famous, the distance between the two Fang markets is not far, only a few miles away, and another Fang Market has appeared on another island.

This Fang City is much bigger, four or five times larger than Donggufang City, the Fang City is called: Shaojiafang City, it is actually one of the three major local families Shaojia opened, the flow of people is even more dense, there are tea houses and wine shops that provide rest, come from the rainbow bridge, look around, the black pressure crowd is crowded in the Fang City, rubbing shoulders and elbows, dense, but not disgusted with each other, but eyebrows flying.

The personalities of the cultivators are very withdrawn, and gatherings like this are really rare in the grand world, and it is rare for these high-ranking guys to integrate into such a large group without showing disgust, and it seems that they have nothing to do with the things in this city.

Since so many people can get together to treasure in the market, there must be many treasures in Shaojiafang City that are worth paying attention to.

Thinking about it, Feng Jueyu was not exempt from vulgarity, and soon integrated into the crowd of Shaojiafang City.

Walking in and seeing, it really didn't disappoint him, the two stalls near the front of the market were the best, but they were only the stalls outside, but there were a lot of people gathered in front of these two stalls, one of the stalls was placed with all kinds of bottles, the aroma was about to gather into a colorful cloud on the stall, and the origin breath could be seen flowing through the clouds covered by the clouds.

Needless to say, the main ones sold at the stall were pills.

The other stall is a variety of magic weapons, of course, generally good magic weapons will not be placed on the stall to attract people's coveting, but there are also a lot of low-grade Jinbao magic weapons, and even a medium-grade magic weapon is on sale.

There are a lot of people gathered in this stall, most of them are masters of cultivation above the Hun Fetal Realm, and a few are in the Lingtai Realm.

A few people obviously took a fancy to the medium-grade magic weapon - it was a vermilion pen, I don't know what the use was, although the medium-grade Jinbao magic weapon is not a particularly good thing, but after all, the power is extraordinary, thinking about this grand world, not everyone is as rich as the wind killer, and it would be good if the general Lingtai realm could get the low-grade Jinbao magic weapon, as for the medium-grade one, it is basically a rare thing.

Originally, those few masters with muddy tires and muddy tires also wanted to buy this magic weapon, but when they saw that there were three Lingtai realms competing next to them, they leaned aside very sensibly.

There is no other reason, with their strength, they don't want to offend a master who is stronger than themselves, although there are several big forces in the market secretly maintaining law and order, but if you buy a magic weapon and offend a master, it will not be good, in case someone blocks you outside, can you still run?

No one wanted to make trouble for themselves, so they took a few steps back and watched the three Lingtai realms scramble.

"Boss, I'll give you a hundred pieces of medium-grade gold and jade pith. A middle-aged man stretched out an iron rod-like finger.

A young man next to him quit and sneered: "Do you know how this pen-de-hearted is refined, just give a hundred yuan, and you are embarrassed to bid." ”

Cultivators, there are very few rich and rival countries, and a hundred pieces of medium-grade gold and jade pith is not a small amount for an ordinary casual cultivator, but the young man scoffs at this.

Feng Jueyu saw that there was a bustle to see, so he stopped for the time being, only to hear the middle-aged man say unhappily: "What nonsense, if you want you to bid, don't be crooked." ”

The young man glanced disdainfully, reached out and took out a treasure bag from his waist and threw it at the stall: "Three hundred." ”

To put it simply, the surrounding crowd let out a burst of exclamations, three hundred pieces of chalcedony, which is a lot.

The middle-aged man's face was suddenly as red as pork liver, and he couldn't take out three hundred pieces of chalcedony.

At this moment, another gray-haired old man raised his eyelids and said, "I'll give three hundred and five." ”

"Huh?"

Is there room for appreciation?

Feng Jueyu was also a little surprised, he didn't feel anything when he heard the name Zhuxin Pen before, but the price increase of these two people showed that this treasure was extraordinary, besides, the young man came prepared, and what was in the treasure bag should be all medium-grade gold and jade pith, which showed that he knew the magic weapon of Zhuxin Pen very well.

Obviously, the old man is not a vegetarian either, so raise the price with him.

At this time, Feng Jueyu's attention has shifted to the stall owner, the stall owner is a man with a strange appearance, his face is about thirty years old, neither big nor small, but in the grand world, it is impossible to see anything just by his face, and the cultivators pay attention to maintenance, and they have the power of the origin in their bodies, even if they are hundreds of years old, they will appear in the prime of life and youth.

And this stall owner, who seems to be ignorant of the pair, seems to be not satisfied with the bid of the two.

The young man was not surprised, stretched out a finger and said arrogantly: "I'll add another hundred." ”

"Five hundred and five. "The old man is in charge.

The two coaxed each other, and the value of this treasure was thousands after a lot of effort.

When the old man reached fifteen hundred, the young man sweated down, looked at the old man sideways, and a trace of chill flashed in his eyes, although so, the old man turned a blind eye, and he didn't see the young man bid for a long time, and the old man said: "This little brother, you can't bid, no, the pen's pen is mine." ”

The old man's talking kung fu hand stretched out to the pen, and the young man seemed to want to make a bid, but because of the shyness in his pocket, he just gritted his teeth with hatred there.

Seeing that the treasure was falling into the hands of others, at this time, the stall owner's hand reached over and pressed the old man's withered old hand: "Wait, this treasure, less than two thousand will not be sold." ”

"What?" When the old man heard this, his eyes froze, and he looked at the stall owner with unhappiness: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

The stall owner didn't raise his eyelids, and gave it away, as if a force pushed the other party out, the old man's hand was loosened, and the surrounding crowd realized that the strength of the stall owner was probably above the old man and the young man, and the stall owner said: "The thing is mine, how to sell it is my business, your random bidding is your business, what does it have to do with me." ”