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"Childe, please inside."

Mo Tiange followed behind a female cultivator at the first level of Qi refining. Through the curtains, through one passage after another, we finally arrived at a hall.

This hall is naturally much smaller than the hall of the Fang City Taoist Association a few days ago, but its gorgeous and extravagant is really amazing.

The floor is paved with yù bricks, the walls are painted with gold dust, the hall is lined with Breitling wooden tables and chairs, even the teapots on the table are made of extraordinary beauty, and there are gems inlaid everywhere—even if the worldly jewels are not worth mentioning to the monks, it is definitely expensive to build such a hall, not to mention that most of them have an aura, and it is obviously not just mundane.

This Hu family is worthy of being the first family of the first sect, so wealthy.

Mo Tiange stood at this entrance, dazzled by these ornaments—it was too gorgeous.

"Childe, please record your token."

A voice came from the side, Mo Tiange turned his head, and another low-level female cultivator stood aside respectfully. She realized her gaffe, but luckily the nun didn't make any mocking expressions. It seems commonplace. Come to think of it, most of the monks don't love jewelry, and such a gorgeous scene is rare.

Mo Tiange handed over the token, the female cultivator took it, wrote down the number, handed it back, and smiled at her: "Childe, please take care of yourself, what do you like, and you will pay for the goods when you get it." If you don't understand, you can also ask shì to introduce you. ”

Mo Tiange frowned slightly, didn't say anything, just nodded, and walked into the middle.

She noticed that this nun was the same as the nun who brought her in, not a Taoist friend, but a son, and her attitude was very respectful. Apparently the identity of the shì maid, not the identity of the monk.

When she entered the hall, she saw many beautiful nuns waiting in the corner, waiting for the guests to send, it should be the shì maid that the nun who recorded the token said - this Hu family is really a big deal, these nuns have at least fifty or sixty people, and they are cultivated from the lowest level to more than five floors, all of them are more than the level of beauty, and their attitude is courteous, gentle and obedient. It is to please the visitors with beauty.

Seeing some guests hanging out while laughing with the so-called shì maid made Mo Tiange very uncomfortable. Especially thought that the first family of the first sect actually entertained visitors in this way, which made her suddenly lose her good impression of this Hu family.

However, it doesn't matter if she has a good impression or not, she is here to buy something, not to get a knot, and it doesn't matter if she buys something.

Looking around, although this underground hall is not as good as the hall of the Daohui of Nafang City, it is not small, and the hall is full of hundreds of tables, which still makes people feel spacious. These tables are densely packed with all kinds of utensils, most of which are of various materials, but there are few spiritual artifacts and danyào. This is normal, there is never a shortage of people for spiritual weapons and Dan yào, only a variety of materials that are not easy to identify or have fewer uses will become backlog items, I am afraid that the spiritual weapons and Dan yào placed here are still the scene of the Hu family.

At this time, there were not many guests who came, most of them were monks above the eighth level of Qi refining, and a small number were foundation building monks. There are no Yudan monks. Come to think of it, although this sale will sell the so-called best, but what the monks above the Yudan want are all natural treasures, how can ordinary best products satisfy them?

The monks each looked around the table full of utensils, Mo Tiange glanced at it, but was blocked from view, so he walked to the wall and asked the female cultivator who was standing, "Excuse me, where is the spiritual grass?" ”

Listening to her question, shì maid first respectfully blessed a blessing, and then raised her head and said, "I'll take my son over." ”

"Not necessarily." Mo Tiange opened her mouth and refused, she couldn't afford to be served like a son by a female cultivator. It's just that as soon as he realized that his tone was stiff, he added: "I just want to hang out slowly, and I just want to go by myself." ”

The nun didn't say anything, but only pointed at her in a soft voice: "It's over there." ”

Following the direction, Mo Tiange had already seen the target, nodded, and said, "Thank you." ”

The nun is still just a blessing: "You are at your own convenience, please call us if necessary." ”

Although her attitude was good, Mo Tiange became more and more uncomfortable. She had already known that female cultivators were generally low, so their status had never been high, but she still couldn't accept it so clearly that she wanted female cultivators to be sexual. It's just someone else's style, how can she be qualified to say anything, she can only see it.

There were a lot of guests at the Lingcao tables, and Mo Tiange was a little anxious in his heart, so he walked directly to the direction of Lingcao. I secretly prayed in my heart, hoping that Zizhi had not been bought. In addition, it will be more than 500 years, otherwise it will be empty of joy.

Spirit grass is naturally one of the items that attracts the most attention, and most of the people are circling around a few tables of spirit grass at this time.

As soon as Mo Tiange got closer, he saw five or six people surrounding a table, and one of them was commenting: "This thousand-year-old ginseng, although it is used in the world, is better than it has a long life, more than a thousand years, even if it is a grass, it has become a spiritual grass, not to mention that ginseng has been cultivated since ancient times, and when it reaches more than a thousand years, it is completely comparable to spiritual grass." ”

Another said: "This star leaf grass is not bad, but it is a spirit grass that is not easy to appear, and some specific Dan recipes need it, so although the age is not long, it is worth buying." ”

"And this non-huā non-leaf, everyone knows that it is a good thing, although a hundred years is not long, it is not easy to obtain, but at present, this is only the Dingyan Pill uses this kind of spirit grass, and the use is too small."

Mo Tiange pretended to be interested. After listening closer for a while, he found a gap and glanced at the table, but he didn't see Zizhi, so he went to the next table. After repeating this, at the seventh table, she finally saw her goal.

This purple mushroom is like a black purple stone, the size of a palm, with thick leaves, lying quietly in a box.

Mo Tiange looked at the description above: "Zizhi, six hundred years, finished product." Five hundred spirit stones. I got closer and sniffed it gently, and there was a strong and slightly sweet smell, which was consistent with what was written in the book.

Seeing that no one noticed her, Mo Tiange calmed down, picked up the box unhurriedly, and went around to another table.

Pretending to browse, she chose a three-hundred-year-old one-step grass, and went to the innermost counter.

Standing behind this counter was finally not a nun, but an old man with a white beard, dressed in a neat blue coat, looking very stable.

Mo Tiange handed over the two yù boxes in his hand, and the monk took them and opened them, looked at her quite unexpectedly, and said, "One copy of the six-hundred-year-old Zizhi and one copy of the three-hundred-year-old Dubu grass, a total of seven hundred spirit stones." ”

Mo Tiange didn't hesitate, paid off the spirit stone, took the two yù boxes and stuffed them into the Qiankun bag.

The reason why the payment is so simple is because everyone here is relatively rich, and the six-hundred-year-old Zizhi and the three-hundred-year-old Dubucao Seven Hundred Spirit Stones are already cheap, if they don't do it, they will be suspected of what they will do if they come here to sell.

Besides, the Hu family is the first family of the first sect, and the seven hundred spirit stones are just a small business, and if she buys these or two, others may not remember it.

At this time, Zizhi was safely stuffed in the Qiankun bag, and Mo Tiange breathed a sigh of relief, and finally had the mood to visit this sales fair.

Although there was news from Zizhi yesterday, I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. I was lucky to have imagined many possible situations and not encountered any of them.

No longer with a purpose, Mo Tiange found that there were indeed a lot of good things in this sales meeting, and many materials that she had only seen in books were placed on the table one by one. She couldn't help but want to buy. However, after thinking about it for a while, she felt that there was no need to buy it—what was the use of buying something for a special purpose, if it wasn't for refining a special pill yào or a spiritual weapon? If you don't use it, no matter how good it is, it's also a làng fee.

However, occasionally, there will be lucky people who suddenly see the materials they want to buy, so they are ecstatic to pick them up and rush over to pay for the spirit stones.

As time passed, the number of people gradually increased. Although the hall was large, it was crowded because it was full of tables.

Mo Tiange chose a few more materials that might be used, and a large bottle of tonic elixir, and after Jiāo finished paying, he wanted to find a quiet place.

This search surprised her.

Jiang Chengxian!

I saw that not far from the opposite side, Jiang Chengxian and two other young men dressed in the costumes of disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect, accompanied by several female cultivators, came together. The three of them talked and laughed as they walked, and seemed to be very lively.

Mo Tiange quickly bypassed a table, avoiding them, feeling strange in his heart.

Has this Jiang Chengxian been on the same road with her? He seemed to be extremely familiar with these two Heavenly Dao Sect disciples, could it be that they were visiting friends? It's also unlikely, it's strange that this boy will catch up with the road for more than 20 days to visit friends. But if it's not a visit to friends, why do you live happily with these two people and come to the sales party together?

Shaking his head, he couldn't think of it. However, this Jiang Chengxian is really not a good thing, the disciple who was traveling with him just died a few days ago, and he was having fun with other friends like no one.

Of course, she knew that her whereabouts should not be known to Jiang Chengxian, lest he see the familiar face and be suspicious - although Jiang Gongzi would definitely not notice a little disciple like her, but it was the same sect, and it was normal to meet each other from time to time.

In this way, Mo Tiange lowered his head and slowly walked to the door in the crowd. I was about to step out, but I was stopped.

"Childe, I'm sorry, you can only go out until the sale is over."

Mo Tiange was stunned: "There is this rule?" ”

The nun guarding the door nodded: "Yes, you can wait another hour before leaving, then ......"

"An hour?" She really didn't dare to take risks, but on the territory of the Hu family, she definitely didn't make her own decisions.

The female cultivator observed her words and looked at her expression, and could see that she was unwilling, so she smiled and said, "Childe, even if I let you out, there is a monk from the family who built the foundation outside to guard it, so ......"

If, she didn't have to think about going out at all. She sighed: "This ...... What if I don't want to see it anymore? ”

The woman still smiled, "Then please wait a minute." As he spoke, he beckoned, and another beautiful female cultivator came over and gave a blessing.

The woman guarding the door said, "Take this son to rest." ”

The nun received the order and faced Mo Tiange: "This ...... Childe, please follow me. ”

Checked it out. Still explains, chapter 78 has been modified, I hope it can be more natural.