Mei Xue looked in that direction, not the location of the major auction houses, nor on the street where people come and go, but somewhere in the far corner of Qinglongfang City.

It was an area carved out by wandering merchants who couldn't afford to pay their stall fees, and it was even more low-level than the small market Mei Xue had been to last time.

Most of the things bought and sold in this kind of market are things that are not in the flow of the river - such as medicinal herbs for mortals to heal diseases, some so-called fairy warlock items that look like antiques but are actually full of moisture, and some experimental items made by some students of the Blue Dragon Academy.

Something like this is not eligible for an auction house or a regular store, and can only have a place in the mixed market.

The people who went there to buy things were basically monks who were shy and couldn't afford to buy good things, and the people at the bottom of the pyramid of cultivators in the mountains of the seas.

This kind of informal market, which cannot be mentioned, is an by-product attached to the life of various markets, and is an inconspicuous epitome of the era of immortalism.

When Mei Xue had not yet become a junior pharmacist, he had also sold things in this kind of place, and at that time, he had not yet fully mastered the refining method of the elixir, and even the refined spiritual qi soup was inferior.

It is the only market between monks and mortals that will accept these defective products of poor quality and sell them to monks or simply commoners.

For the poor, such a place was the only place they could use to buy items related to immortal arts—even though they were all scraps that the monks almost threw away as garbage.

After all, for them, these defective products were already the only things they could buy related to immortal arts.

Here, there is no cheapest, only cheaper, for example, the elixir auctioned by the auction house just now is sold by "strain", and the elixir here is sold by "catty".

As for the quality, this is not a place for immortal warlocks, the so-called elixir year is a luxury for ten years, and the elixir for a hundred years will not appear in this kind of place, and it will go directly to Fang City.

This place is like a market in the mortal kingdom, it is a shadow parasitic on the major markets, living on the defective products flowing out of the markets.

Because many people who set up shops in the fang market started from scratch in this kind of place, this kind of underground market attached to the fang market is also one of the characteristics of the fang market.

"Qingsheng, there are no good things there, if we go to other places, we don't believe that we can't buy high-quality elixirs of enough years."

Huang Fei is one of the heirs of the Huangshan Immortal Gate, how can he afford that kind of informal parallel market, I am afraid that not many immortal warlocks will be interested in going to that kind of place to search for treasures.

Mei Xue raised her hand, and the dragon love ring on her wrist was making a slight low sound, which was a sound that he could only feel when he touched the skin of the dragon love ring.

In that direction, something caught the attention of the dragon love ring.

"I want to see it." Since becoming a junior pharmacist, the elixir refined by Mei Xue has almost been fully covered by the medicine hall in the town, so it has been a long time since this kind of market opened for low-level monks and even mortals.

However, since Long Lianhuan felt something, he naturally had no reason not to go.

"What's there to see about this?" Huang Fei glanced at Mei Xue curiously, but he still followed Mei Xue, and the two walked into the market that was attached to Fang City and existed together.

Since it is not a formal market per se, there are naturally not many people to maintain order, and all kinds of vendors are densely packed together, leaving only a few paths for people to enter and exit.

And the slogans shouted by the owners of these vendors made Huang Fei, the young owner of a big auction house, feel awesome and coaxing.

"A magic sword, slashing the sky and slaying the earth and slaughtering the gods is invincible, as long as ten taels of silver! This is the only one, don't miss it, produced by the 10,000-year-old tomb, quality assurance! ”

Well, a broken iron rod was sharpened, and a few crooked runes were pretended to be engraved on it, and only one of the runes was engraved correctly, which made this sword have a wisp of black gas, which also dared to say that it was a magic sword,

I'm afraid that wisps of black gas can be wiped off with a towel, and at a glance, I can tell that it is the failed work of a student of the Tiangong Academy who is not in the stream, and there is no waste in the garbage heap in the Qinglong Academy.

But such a so-called magic sword, which you can know at a glance that it is a fake, is really sold, and it is a big fat man who laughs and buys it for the little fat man who bites his fingers next to him.

The little fat man who got this magic sword happily put on a posture of being the only one in the world, and then happily continued shopping with his father.

After a while, another new sword was put on the shelves in the same place, and there was a trace of cloud energy on this sword, just a trace of it.

Judging from the combination of failed immortal runes above, the effect of this rune is probably an illusion, but unfortunately the failure is very tragic, and only one rune is successfully engraved.

"Martial arts supreme, sword slaying dragon, command the world, don't dare to disobey, leaning on the sky, who fights, the dragon tomb opens, the wind and clouds rise flat, this is the legendary Yitian sword!"

"Come on, come on, ten taels of silver, Tong Su is not bullied, leaning on the Heavenly Sword!"

Soon, this Heavenly Sword was also bought by a little girl biting a lollipop, which made Huang Fei stunned.

"That's okay too." It was the first time that Huang Fei knew that it was at the gate of Fang City, and there were so many earth-shattering treasures that could be called divine soldiers being bought, and it seemed that business was not bad.

Those defective products, which have no effect other than decoration, and are estimated to be able to cut down the blades of a third-rate blacksmith with a little time, are actually selling quite well in this place.

"Come on, here are the elixirs for sale, the Ten Great Tonic Pills, the Dragon Tendon Leopard Placenta Pill, the Spiritual Essence Pill has everything, four taels of silver for a bottle, ten taels of silver for three bottles, there are many types, you can choose!"

"Three bottles of ten taels of silver, three bottles of ten taels of silver! There is no effect to refund the money, produced by the herb store, and the authenticity is guaranteed! ”

"Spirit Pill ......" Huang Fei finally knew that the legendary spirit pill was sold by the bottle in this place, and it was ten taels of silver for three bottles.

In contrast, Miss Hua Lian's Spirit Marrow Pill just now shocked the entire auction house, what is it, this is the real big deal.

"I have bought the Lingmei Pill in the herb shop, the taste is very sweet, it is brewed from mountain spring water, and it is very good to make tea." Listening to the noisy clamor around her, Mei Xue couldn't help but remember that she had also been a frequent visitor to this place, and she had bought dozens of bottles of the elixir.

Later, he himself made a small profit by selling this kind of spiritual marrow pill, isn't it just configured with good mountain spring water and herb essence, he is a junior pharmacist who can deserve it, and there is no difficulty at all.

Of course, this so-called elixir can't improve the talent after eating, but it is estimated that no one expects a bottle of elixir for a few taels of silver to really have that effect.

Whether it is bought or sold, they all know what is going on with these elixirs, which can be said to be a tacit open secret of this kind of market.