Before setting up the stall, Mo Yiming spent some time inquiring about the price of this Yangcheng pill, knowing that this money that was originally dealing in medicinal materials had actually started to sell high-grade condensing qi pills in the near future, and the purity was higher than that outside. Business is booming, and there is an endless stream of people buying medicine, but most of them are some Qi Gathering Monks.

Mo Yiming knew that this was related to the superb Qi Condensing Pill that he had sold on the black market before.

Due to the large quantity, this top-grade condensing pill is much cheaper than on the black market. A Qi Condensing Pill, when sold from the Qian Mansion, was 1,500 gold coins, and the counteroffer was refused.

In fact, Mo Yiming knew very well that if a Qi Condensing Pill was refined smoothly, its cost would be less than twenty gold coins. Such a profit is simply a windfall profit.

Regarding the purity of the Qi Condensation Pill, Mo Yiming was sure enough.

Most of the pill shops on both sides of the stone bridge are branches of Qianfu. There are many people who come here to buy pills, and it is an ideal place to set up a stall on the stone bridge.

In the following night, Mo Yiming had already prepared some of the things needed to sell medicine, porcelain bottles, fabrics, stools, wooden tables, etc.

The next morning, as soon as the sky was bright, Mo Yiming got up and felt the stone bridge. At this time, there were already bustling people passing by on the stone bridge, some of them had left Yangcheng, and some had just arrived in Yangcheng.

Mo Yiming took out the wooden table from the Baichuan bag, spread the tablecloth, and then neatly placed the porcelain bottle containing the high-grade condensing qi pill on the table before taking out a stool and sitting down.

The old man who sold rock sugar gourds also came very early, and when he saw that Mo Yiming had already started to set up a stall, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, thinking that the call that this kid asked yesterday was actually to prepare for business with himself, and suddenly showed a disdainful look at Mo Yiming.

Even so, he stepped forward curiously, pretended to be extremely polite, and said, "Little brother, what are you selling?" ”

Mo Yiming smiled lightly and said, "Qi Condensation Pill." ”

The old man's body was slightly stunned, and the disdain in his eyes was even stronger, and he said, "The market for this Qi Condensing Pill is monopolized by the Qian Mansion. Although a Qi Condensing Pill costs 1,500 gold coins, those monks are willing to spend 1,500 gold coins to sell a high-grade Qi Condensing Pill, and they are reluctant to spend money to buy your lower-grade Qi Condensing Pill, a low-grade Qi Condensing Pill, which is not good for them. In the old man's opinion, Mo Yiming is either selling fake drugs or a poor child who dreams of doing business.

Mo Yiming didn't reply, and smiled lightly.

"Selling rock sugar gourds...... The sweet and sour rock sugar gourd only costs ten gold coins a string. ”

At this time, looking at the gradually coming and going crowd, the old man shouted with an open voice.

Mo Yiming also learned, opened his voice and said: "Sell the Qi Condensing Pill, the high-grade and high-purity Qi Condensing Pill, don't want one thousand five, just nine hundred and ninety-eight!" You can take it home! ”

Mo Yiming's voice echoed, causing some monks passing by to look at him. But most of them looked at them with a kind of contempt, thinking that this kid was actually selling fake medicine here. Although no one cares, none of them are fools and will not buy fake medicines.

The old man's business is getting better and better, and his income is also extremely considerable, and he is very busy.

And Mo Yiming is here, extremely deserted......

When it was close to noon, Mo Yiming did not sell a single pill.

The old man finally took a moment and said to Mo Yiming: "Little brother, I advise you not to waste your efforts, no one buys fake medicines." Don't say ninety-ninety-eight, even if it's ninety-eight, no one will ask. ”

Mo Yiming did not echo, and continued to open his throat and shout.

A moment later, a young woman walked over and looked at the porcelain vase on Mo Yiming's table. She was holding a sharp sword, wearing a green robe, green silk shining in the sun, and her watery eyes looked extremely smart, but she couldn't tell from her clothes that she came from that sect. After looking at it for a moment, she suddenly looked at Mo Yiming and said, "Can I smell it?" ”

Mo Yiming saw that there was business coming to the door, and hurriedly said, "Of course you can." ”

Obviously, this woman wanted to go to the pharmacy to buy the Pinqi Condensing Pill before, but now passing by here, she happened to hear Mo Yiming's shouting, which was half the price lower than the Qian Mansion, which made her a little interested.

Opening the small porcelain bottle, the woman sniffed inside, and immediately a cool feeling hit her, making her look change.

From guessing to surprise, she immediately sniffed incredibly, and after confirming it again, she looked excited and happy as if she had found half of the treasure.

"Sure enough, it's a high-grade Qi Condensing Pill with high purity!"

The woman said happily, and immediately flew out of the Baichuan bag around her waist with nine hundred and ninety-eight gold coins and entered Mo Yiming's Baichuan bag. Then he left excitedly.

When several monks passing by saw this scene one by one, instead of being curious, their eyes were even more disdainful.

"That woman must be a toot."

"Such a little trick can be handled. I used it ten years ago! ”

"It's not that easy to fool others."

The monks talked and left. They don't even have the desire to smell it.

At the same time, on the side of the stone bridge, in a restaurant that seems to be very high-end, at the window position on the second floor, there is a young family member bending over to talk to the old man who is tasting authentic tea.

"Outside, there are people selling Qi Condensation Pills on that stone bridge." The family spoke. The outside of his mouth is the money in this Yang City.

The old man took a sip of fragrant tea, his expression was intoxicated, and the aftertaste was endless, and after a few breaths, he gently lowered the teacup in his hand, looked at the stone bridge, and saw Mo Yiming. At the same time, I heard the clamor of selling.

Qian Jincai smiled faintly, looked disapproving, and said: "A person who sells fake medicines, even if he breaks his throat, no one will buy it, what is there to be nervous about, you can step down." ”

Hearing this, this Ding answered and left the restaurant in a hurry.

After another hour or so, Mo Yiming's business was still miserable.

Except for the one Qi Condensing Pill that the woman had bought, no one had bought it again.

In the afternoon, the scorching sun was no longer so hot, and gradually returned to the shade. The two seven-fold people who agreed to compete actually came here from East Street.

These two are young, in their early twenties, I don't know how long they have been fighting, sweating profusely, scarred, and still refusing to admit defeat.

One of them was holding a sharp sword, and when the power of cultivation fluctuated, his expression showed strong unwillingness.

"Huang Cheng, you're doomed!" The other monk said coldly, the spear in his hand glittering, revealing a sense of tranquility. It's just that he doesn't look much better, and his clothes are bloodstained.

"There's no way I'm going to lose to you!" The monk holding the sword roared angrily, his body jumped suddenly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly pointed out, a cultivation power tore through the void, and with the cultivation wave, it made a buzzing sound and pointed directly at the monk in front of him.

The monk holding the spear seemed to be confident enough to defeat this person, and the spear in his hand hit the stone bridge with a bang, and a sevenfold cultivation force of gathering qi also erupted. As the sound of the impact echoed, he stepped forward and struck it directly.

"Bang!"

The sound of the explosion sounded, and the two monks retreated at the same time, and when the cultivation was fluctuating, the old man who sold the rock sugar gourd, and some pedestrians around him, hurriedly left the stone bridge.

Mo Yiming could see that the cultivation of these two people was comparable, and they were unwilling to stop at the moment, that is, they had to compete with each other. Obviously, what they are barely holding on to now is the little physical strength left, and this competition has lasted for a while.

"Nie Ping, although you and I have both touched the bottleneck of the sevenfold qi gathering, if you want to defeat me, it is not so easy, look at the sword!"

The monk holding the sword was extremely competitive, he let out a deep sigh, with murderous intent in his eyes, and his body seemed to be driven by the sword, and flew directly towards the spear monk.

Mo Yiming could see that this person named Huang Cheng was obviously holding on, and his physical strength was much weaker than that of the monk holding the spear.

Sure enough, when the long sword and the spear just came into contact, the spear seemed to contain extremely strong power, and when it collided with it, the explosion sounded, although the monk holding the spear took two steps back, but Huang Cheng, who was holding the sword, flew directly upside down, slammed on the ground, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother Dao, it looks like you're going to lose."

At this time, Mo Yiming smiled and looked at the monk who stood up from the ground, his words seemed to be agitated, but he already had an idea in his heart.

"Shut up! You know what! Huang Cheng roared angrily, his body took another step, turned into a long rainbow, and directly attacked with a sharp sword in his hand.

There was another bang, and Huang Cheng's body flew back upside down and smashed to the ground.

Mo Yiming shook his head with a deliberate sigh and said, "The two of them are comparable in cultivation, but because the power of cultivation is overdrawn, if they obviously don't make up in time, this battle will definitely be lost." ”

"I don't need you to remind you!" Huang Cheng snorted and slapped the Baichuan bag on his waist suddenly, as if he wanted to take out some strength-enhancing pills from the Baichuan bag, but under this beat, except for the gold coins, it was empty.

"Huang Cheng, you still don't admit defeat!"

At the same time, the person named Nie Ping in the distance suddenly roared angrily, and when he patted the Baichuan bag on his waist, an elixir fell into his palm, and after he took it, the power of cultivation actually recovered in a short period of time.

Huang Cheng looked at it, and his eyes were even more unwilling. He obviously knew that in the next moment, he would lose to Nie Ping, but in his opinion, among the sevenfold cultivators of Qi Gathering, he would not lose, and he had never lost!

From beginning to end, he had a pride from the depths of his heart, and this pride soaked into his bone marrow and spread all over his body, but at present, it seemed that he had no way to quickly withdraw the power of cultivation and turn it into his own power.

"This Dao brother, I have a top-grade Qi Condensing Pill here, the purity is extremely high, and after taking it, I can instantly recover most of my cultivation power, as long as nine hundred and ninety-eight."

At this moment, Mo Yiming finally began to promote his products, and the appearance of a profiteer was vividly displayed on his face at this moment......