In the afternoon of the next day, Lu Wentian finally found a gathering place for casual cultivators, led by a casual cultivator.

At this point, he still passed the mention of the Spirit Ancestor, saying that it was too eye-catching to take Xiong Dazhuang to find the human race in the inner enclosure, and it was better to take Xiong Dazhuang into the Qiankun Palace first, so that he could find a loose cultivator, otherwise it would be strange if the people's divine sense scanned a peak demon general, and they could greet him.

Looking at the bustling monks in the scattered cultivation gathering place, Lu Wentian could be said to be a little overjoyed, buddy finally found an organization.

"Lu Daoyou, since you have entered the gathering place, the little brother will leave first. "The young man who led Lu Wentian into the gathering place of scattered cultivation.

"Thank you Li Daoyou, Li Daoyou, please take care of yourself. Seeing that the young man surnamed Li was leaving, Lu Wentian hurriedly thanked him, this is a helpful five-good young man!

Next, Lu Wentian, who was alone, wandered around the gathering place of scattered cultivation, and slowly, he somewhat understood the reason why secular people could live in peace, but there were so many monks who hunted the demon clan on the periphery, except for those powerful demon kings, who would dare to show their heads easily? In this case, if the human race is looking for death, it is no wonder that the four dangerous places have gathering places for scattered cultivation, and this kind of place is indeed very suitable for casual cultivation and mixed life.

Although the gathering place is not too big, it can fully meet the daily needs of the monks, and there are all kinds of places in this gathering place, such as the workshop market, the auction pavilion, the cultivation room, and the alchemy room for the monks to trade.

In the evening, Lu Wentian, who found a place to live after wandering around, muttered in his room: "Damn, it's black, it's really black, you only need a low-grade spirit stone for one night, why don't they grab it?"

"Lu boy, you don't know about this, you only live in an inn that can isolate divine consciousness, if you go to places like the cultivation room or the alchemy room, the lowest-level room will cost ten low-grade spirit stones a day. Spirit Ancestor spoke.

"Oh, by the way, is that Blue Flame Tiger Inner Dan really that valuable?" Hearing the voice of the Spirit Ancestor, Lu Wentian asked.

"Of course, together with the other materials on the Blue Flame Tiger, it is estimated that it can help you earn more than 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones. Lingzu replied.

"It seems that hunting the demon clan is really a shortcut to making a fortune! No wonder there are so many loose cultivators in this gathering place. Hearing Ling Ancestor say that he could earn more than 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones with just one Blue Flame Tiger, Lu Wentian couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Hehe, boy, this is your luck, you really think that the demon clan is so easy to kill? Do you think that so many scattered cultivators in the gathering place are all to make a fortune? Most of them are just to earn some daily cultivation resources, you have just entered the world of monks, and you are far from knowing the cruelty of this world!" After a pause, Ling Zu added: "Also, the next time you meet a monk in the Yuan Infant Stage, it's best to run away directly, not every time you can be lucky enough to meet someone like Chu Lingyun, your current life is still very valuable, you just brought a mask?" Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the old man and Da Zhuang, our lives are all in your hands. ”

For the spirit ancestor's kind reminder, Lu Wentian accepted it all, it was indeed his own lack of consideration, and he was indeed a little bolder at that time.

After that, Lu Wentian sat cross-legged and began his daily cultivation, at this time he didn't have any spirit stones, he could only absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate, but now he didn't have to worry about the waste spirit root being discovered, no one here knew him Lu Wentian.

"The best spirit rune, don't miss it when you pass by!"

"Medium-grade spirit weapon sword, face to face, present to present, do experiments in front of Taoist friends!"

"The quality of the magic weapon is not good, test it on the spot to prove it!"

Early in the morning, Lu Wentian came to the market in the gathering place, and when he heard the cries of various monks, he couldn't help but smile slightly, monks are similar to secular people in setting up stalls and selling.

The purpose of his coming to Fang City is very simple, he wants to quickly understand the market of various spirit runes, magic weapons, and materials, and really walk in the world of monks, so that he can realize that he understands a lot on the surface, but in fact, he still doesn't understand anything when it comes to things.

A finished spirit rune is worth a low-grade spirit stone, and a low-grade spirit stone can buy a hundred rune papers, after understanding, he feels that if he really can't mix it up in the future, he can still consider setting up a stall to sell spirit runes.

A lowest-grade magic weapon sword can only sell for ten low-grade spirit stones, but a top-grade top-grade magic weapon flying sword can sell for ten high-grade spirit stones, which means that the magic weapon not only depends on the grade, but also depends on the use, write it down.

If there is no way to ripen this, it is almost impossible for the condensation stage monks to plant the elixir, right?

Although the Fang Market in the entire gathering place is only two streets away, the items that can be used by all kinds of monks make Lu Wentian feel that only he can't think of it, and there is nothing he can't find, not because of how complete the things in the Fang Market are, but because his vision is too limited.

When he saw the vendors selling demon servants in the transformation period, he was all surprised, and he didn't want to think about it, Xiong Da Zhuang was actually his demon servant, but Da Zhuang was relatively rare, and his cultivation was also a demon general.

At noon, after visiting Fang City, Lu Wentian paid a stall fee for a lower grade spirit stone and set up a stall by himself.

Lu Wentian has a general understanding of the market in this market, and he can still dispose of his loot here.

Finding an empty stall, he directly took out the corpses of the three twill wind wolves, as for the Blue Flame Tiger, he chose to go to the auction pavilion at night to send it for auction, after all, the demon general-level Blue Flame Tiger can only be sold at the auction pavilion at a high price, and it has no effect here except for causing onlookers.

"The newly slaughtered transformation period twill wind wolf is on sale, if you don't buy it, come and take a look!" After setting up the stall, Lu Wentian opened his throat and shouted loudly.

"Fellow Daoist, how do you sell this twill wind wolf? If the price is right, I will accept it all. Lu Wentian's shouting attracted a middle-aged monk to open his mouth to ask for a price.

"Fellow Daoist, know the goods, seven hundred lower grade spirit stones. Lu Wentian gave the middle-aged monk a thumbs up and replied.

"Neurotic!" The middle-aged man scolded directly when he heard Lu Wentian's offer, and then turned his head and left.

Everyone is a casual cultivator, is there such a fool to play people like this? The twill wind wolf in the transformation period will sell about 500 low-grade spirit stones at most, and at this price, you should keep it for yourself!

"Hey, hey, fellow Daoist, don't go, I see that you are also sincere, I am also selling it, you are like this, how about the third one for nothing?" Lu Wentian saw that the middle-aged monk was leaving, so he hurriedly stopped him and opened his mouth to promote.

As soon as the middle-aged man heard that the third one was given away for nothing, and although the price of one end was indeed much higher, if he wanted all three, he would not lose anything, and it was estimated that he would make a little profit, so he nodded and said: "This is about the same, so that it looks like a seller and a buyer." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged monk transferred 1,400 lower-grade spirit stones to Lu Wentian, and seeing that Lu Wentian had accepted the spirit stones, the middle-aged monk put the corpses of the three twill wind wolves into the storage bag, and then turned around and left directly.

After Lu Wentian saw the middle-aged monk leaving, he smiled a little proudly, of course he knew the market of the twill wind wolf, he had already understood, if the middle-aged man only needed one, he would quote four hundred lower grade spirit stones, and he would quickly dispose of it if he lost a little, anyway, he didn't have much effort to kill these three twill wind wolves, it was equivalent to the lower grade spirit stones he picked up for nothing, he didn't have much effort to waste time by setting up a stall here, and he felt that he might as well continue to understand the market or cultivate with this time.

But since the middle-aged man wants it all, he can use some small means, anyway, he can't waste much time, and he can lose a little less, so he resorted to promotional means, not to mention the success of the transaction, and earned two hundred more lower grade spirit stones than he expected.