As Ye Bufan thought, the skinny monk's name is Tang Yizhou, he was recruited by the Tang family in Linhai Town, he was originally the Tang family's outer hall worship, more than 20 years ago because of a private fight with the children of the clan was expelled from the Tang family, after so many years, he suffered the pain of being helpless, and by chance, in order to return to the Tang family, he almost scattered the spirit stones accumulated over the years.

Don't look at him sitting firmly on the Diaoyu Tai, waiting for the fish to be hooked, in fact, he is anxious, most of his belongings are spread on the green wolf skin, basically all of them are common spirit herbs and elixirs, want to exchange these things for spirit stones, meet the disciples of the family and the sect, people don't look down on them at all, and when they meet the wild cultivation of the thief spirit, they all want to get a little cheaper, and they all want to give a piece of spirit stone to take it all.

From the morning until now, the sun has slanted a little westward, and there are people watching all the time, but nothing has been struck.

Ye Bufan looked left and right in front of his stall, Tang Yizhou pretended to wait calmly for a while, didn't hear the sound of asking, and couldn't help but open his eyes, the first sight of Ye Bufan made him feel a little bored.

The children of the family and the sect pay attention to flashy and not leaky, and the monk in front of him is wearing a new Taoist shirt, most of which is a wild cultivator who has just been recruited by the family, and he still has two hideous scars on his face, unlike the children of the family and the sect, who take care of face, and it is his identity as a wild cultivator.

Determining whether Ye Bufan was a wild cultivator or a wild cultivator recruited by the Ouyang family, Tang Yizhou no longer hoped to gain something, so he couldn't help but stab the other party, and he was supposed to vent his depressed mood.

What he didn't expect was that after the other party just smiled, he squatted down and began to carefully select the things on the green wolf skin with great interest.

Ye Bufan is really interested, Liu Shancai's jade plate has a lot of pictures of spiritual herbs and elixirs, even if it is vivid, it can't catch up with seeing real things.

What Ye Bufan is holding in his hand now is a ginseng, which is slightly longer than the palm of his hand, but he can slightly see some human shapes, which is obviously in a place where the aura is thin, and it has only grown for more than ten years.

There are also some meat lings on the skin of the green wolf, Funan fruit, Jizo flower, and a few seven-flowered horse clovers。。。。。。 , these spirit herbs and elixirs are all relatively common, and they all grow for a short time, so they don't have much value.

Ye Bufan was just interested in comparing the shadows and figures in his mind with the spirit grass elixir in front of him one by one, as for buying or exchanging, what he really wanted was a few books piled up in the corner of this green wolf skin.

After fiddling with the spirit herb elixir for a long time, Ye Bufan raised his eyes and looked, although the short monk's face was calm, there was already obvious impatience in his eyes.

Ye Bufan had a thought in his heart, picked up the essence ginseng he had seen first and asked, "This fellow Daoist, are you selling or exchanging this ginseng?"

The value of this spiritual herb elixir is difficult to say in detail, one is to look at the year, and the other is to see if the buyer really needs it, all the things he encountered in the middle of the day are wild cultivators who want to take advantage, Tang Yizhou didn't think that Ye Bufan would be a wronged man who didn't understand anything, after thinking about it, he still said with some luck: "Ten lower grade spirit stones"

Ye Bufan secretly said to himself in his heart, just such a fine ginseng that has been more than ten years old, and he actually needs ten lower-grade spirit stones?

After pondering for a while, Ye Bufan secretly laughed in his heart, since there are buying and selling, this Liberty Fang Market is the same as the previous village market, but one is picking ginseng, the other is picking pu vegetables, although the value of the goods is one in the sky and the other is on the ground, but it is also possible to bargain until both parties are satisfied.

Ye Bufan checked the essence ginseng in his hand, stared at Tang Yizhou's eyes and said slowly: "Your essence ginseng has only grown for more than ten years, not only is there a small number of top whiskers, but your hands and feet have not yet formed and grown. ”

"Ten spirit stones?" Ye Bufan shook his head and put down the essence ginseng in his hand, "Your price is a bit bizarre." ”

What kind of color this ginseng is, Tang Yizhou naturally knows, but it is just a test, although he hopes to meet a big wrongdoer, but he also knows that it is a bit wishful thinking after all.

Half a day has been grinding his lips, looking at the posture of the person in front of him, he wants to be cheap again, Tang Yizhou glanced at Ye Bufan, and asked impatiently:

"How many?"

Ye Bufan didn't speak, his right hand reached into the front of the shirt, and he sewed an inner pocket on the waist of the shirt, he didn't pin the storage bag to his waist, but put it securely in the inner pocket on the waist.

With the growth of cultivation, Ye Bufan can already mobilize his mind at any time to take what he needs from the storage bag. At this time, after his right hand was withdrawn from his waist, he already grasped three spirit stones in his wide palm.

The light of the spirit stone may be more recognizable in the eyes of the monk than day or night. Tang Yizhou stared at the spirit stone in Ye Bufan's hand at a glance.

Ye Bufan unhurriedly spread out his palms, allowing the three spirit stones to fully reveal his sincerity in wanting to make this deal. After a pause, he said in an accentuated tone, "Three spirit stones!"

More than ten years of essence ginseng is worth one or two spirit stones, Tang Yizhou looked at the spirit stone in his eyes, and he was secretly happy in his heart, but his face naturally showed some painful expression.

"Five spirit stones" He still didn't give up, and he wanted to work hard to make another one or two spirit stones.

Glancing at the too obvious fake expression on Tang Yizhou's face, Ye Bufan laughed secretly in his heart, sure enough, this market is the same as the market, buying a ginseng and buying a pu vegetable requires a battle of wits and courage, and every millimeter must be competitive.

Ye Bufan had already determined in his heart that this essence ginseng should not be worth three spirit stones, but he didn't care that he was being treated as a little wronged now. The main thing is that he just quietly glanced at the books a few more times, and one of them made him very tempted.

The thought turned through his mind, Ye Bufan didn't say a word, he directly put his right hand into his inner pocket, put the spirit stone away, and stood up.

Tang Yizhou waited for a while, and when he saw that Ye Bufan was about to turn around and leave without looking at him, he leaned forward, raised his hand and hurriedly greeted,

"Don't be in a hurry"

Ye Bufan was waiting for this sentence, picked up the hem of his shirt and squatted in front of Tang Yizhou, reached out and took out three spirit stones from his inner pocket and handed them over directly.

Tang Yizhou put away the spirit stone, and saw that Ye Bufan was not in a hurry to leave after receiving the essence ginseng, but began to look at everything on the green wolf skin again, and his face finally showed joy, and he was no longer stingy with his politeness.

"Fellow Daoists, what else are you optimistic about?"

Ye Bufan raised his face to look at Tang Yizhou, and nodded with a smile on his face.

"Daoist friends, even if you look closely, if you like it, everything is easy to discuss!" Tang Yizhou happily gave Ye Bufan a promise.

Ye Bufan bought a ginseng that he didn't need, and what he asked for was the current effect, he didn't hear the other party's polite promise, but he just wanted the other party to understand that he couldn't open his mouth and treat him as a fat sheep or a goose to be slaughtered and cut.

He was really helpless when he thought about it, he only had more than fifty spirit stones in his storage bag, and he didn't know if he could buy a jade medal for spells.

Of the five books on the green wolf skin, two are exercises, two are ordinary miscellaneous notes, and the remaining one is the magic that makes Ye Bufan's heart move.

"Strike the Sky and Thunder"

Just these four words written on the skin of the book were enough to make Ye Bufan imagine the great power of this thunder technique, and when he started to look through the book, the first page made him ecstatic.

Yan Lei - born in the nine heavens, in the secluded land, silent, tearing the heavens and the earth.

The black thunder and lightning, Ye Bufan was infatuated when he thought about it, and his heart was filled with bursts of ecstasy. Although he had reached the middle stage of Qi refining, he still didn't have any of the attack methods that a monk should have, so could he be stupid enough to rely on a rusty short sword to pierce the body protection powers of other monks?

Now it is simply another long drought and spring rain, and he casually fell in love with a stall and found such a powerful spell, Ye Bufan really sighed his good luck in his heart.

It's just that he didn't think about it, why such a powerful spell book appeared in the hands of a wild cultivator.

Ye Bufan was a little distracted when he held the book, and the expression on his face showed some surprise from time to time, Tang Yizhou had been staring at Ye Bufan silently, and when he first saw Ye Bufan pick up the book "Hitting the Sky and Thunder", he had a strange face, and now, he was finally sure that Ye Bufan's heart was actually this "Hitting the Sky and Thunder", Tang Yizhou put his hands on his sleeves, lowered his head, and hid the indescribable expression on his face.

The technique of "Striking the Sky and Thunder" has been passed down for a long time, but no one knows which sect or monk's inheritance it comes from, it has changed hands countless times, and in the hearts of every monk who gets it, it can be called a legend of all evils, one second in heaven and the next second in hell.

By now, this technique has been gradually forgotten in all the Fang markets of Dongsheng Prefecture, but many monks have passed it on privately and know its details, which makes the last victim, Tang Yizhou, give up hope of recovering the loss many years ago.

This spell is indeed powerful, but no monk has been able to cultivate it for thousands of years, not because it is subtle and profound, but because in the key to the spell, it is mentioned at the end that if you want to form a thunderbolt, you need a little bit of the Yuan Power of the Nether Soul Fire.

A little bit of the elemental power of the Wraith Fire?

It is with this little request that this book "Striking the Heavens and Thunder" has become the best book to prove that a monk is completely delusional.

This time, Tang Yizhou put out "Hitting the Sky and Thunder", purely because there were too few things on the green wolf skin, and he temporarily decided to use it to make up for his family.

"Is it really heaven's eye-opening? Let me meet a wild cultivator who doesn't know the details of this technique?"

"Is it to recover the loss or to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune?"

“。。。。。 ”

Tang Yizhou's head was lowered more and more, and the chaotic thoughts in his heart were churning like a scoop of cold water poured into a boiling oil pot, but the flesh on his face was slowly stretching, and the lean face began to show a natural calm expression.