After a night of nothing, the next morning, Qingyang asked the guy to send some food to the room, left Yu Mengmiao in the room to practice, cleaned up a little, and then took out his few magic weapons from the drunken immortal gourd, wrapped them in a bag and went out.

There are many types of shops on the streets of Yuling City, not only specialized shops that sell and buy all kinds of monks' daily necessities, but also large general shops, but the difference in the size of the forces behind them. The quality of the things sold in these shops is guaranteed, but they are generally a little more expensive, and if you buy cheap things, you have to go to the market formed spontaneously by the cultivators.

Because it is a market formed spontaneously by casual cultivators in private, there is no need to pay any fees, so the transaction price is relatively low, and many of them are in the form of barter, but the scattered workshop market is mixed, and the quality is not easy to say, it still depends on everyone's eyesight.

Qingyang went to a large Fang Market located in the Sanxiu Mixed Residential Area, he had already inquired about the specific location yesterday, and after going out in the morning, he went straight to Nafang City.

Fang Market is located in a vacant land near the main street in the scattered and mixed residential area, this vacant land is about dozens of acres in size, perhaps because the time is still early, there are thousands of stalls in the vacant land, there are a lot of vacant land, and from time to time there are new stall owners to come to open stalls.

Each stall was rudimentary, presumably for the sake of secrecy of the transaction, and was covered with mats on three sides, and a large piece of rag was spread on the floor. At this time, there were not many customers visiting the market, there were only more than 100 people in total, and the scale was about the same as an ordinary market in a rural village.

Qingyang walked to the edge of the first stall, the stall owner was a gray-haired old man, a cultivator of the ninth layer of the Open Pulse Realm, and his body exuded a faint smell of herbs, this should be an alchemist.

There are a few common elixirs and some elixirs on his stall, but looking at the quality of the elixirs, it seems to be very low, much worse than the ones sold in the store, but the stall owner's asking price is not high, and it is still worth it for the shy casual cultivators in their pockets.

Such a pill Qingyang is naturally not looked down upon, although the low-quality pill is also helpful for cultivation, but it also contains a lot of impurities, and it takes a lot of energy to discharge impurities in addition to cultivation, which is a bit troublesome, not to mention that he is not short of pills now.

The things in the second stall are more miscellaneous, and at the front are a few elixirs that are not old, and then a broken low-grade magic weapon, and on the side is the corpse of a demon beast that does not enter the rank, and inside are a few unknown refining materials, and there are two hand-copied cultivation exercises in the middle.

The stall owner is a monk on the eighth floor of the Open Pulse Realm, about forty years old, with a goatee, two mung bean eyes, dripping and rolling eyes, coupled with a slender neck, he is alive and well reincarnated as a turtle spirit, and I don't know where he found so many sundries.

The third stall was a middle-aged woman, but her cultivation was very high, and it turned out to be the Qi refining period. There are also a lot of things in her stall, mainly a dozen low-grade talismans and some talisman materials. Rune pens, rune paper, cinnabar mixed with the blood of demon beasts, and so on.

Qingyang hesitated for a long time, and finally exchanged the bow he got from the divine arrow Li for a rune pen that was also a low-grade magic weapon-level, and then cast a three-inch incorruptible tongue, asking the stall owner to spare a pile of rune paper and a small bottle of cinnabar mixed with the blood of the demon beast, ready to try to refine the talisman after going back.

As for the stall owner's inferior talisman, Qingyang was reluctant to buy it, that thing was a one-time consumable, and it was too luxurious to use, not to mention that he still had three on him.

After Qingyang walked all the way over, he found that there were all kinds of things sold, common pills, talismans, magic weapons, and array plates were the most, and the uncommon ones were all kinds of refining materials, ores, spirit grass, demon beast materials, etc., and there were many other exercises, spells, common sense of cultivating immortals, etc.

In addition, there are a lot of strange things that even Qingyang can't recognize, some of them contain a little aura in them, and some of them seem to be simple secular objects, but the stall owner praises him like a peerless treasure, which makes people doubt their gaze.

Looking at the things in front of them, many people can't help but wonder, is this thing also like an antique in the world, looking inconspicuous, but actually an unborn treasure against the sky, waiting to be discovered by themselves, and buying it is equivalent to picking up leaks? Should you gamble or not?

Qingyang was also very excited, but he just thought about it, there were a number of spirit stones on his body, and there were still many things to buy, so he couldn't waste them on it, not to mention that he didn't have this eyesight, how could there be so many leaks in the world waiting for him to pick up? Why don't the stall owners who own these things keep them for themselves, are they all stupid?

Unconsciously, the whole market was more than half of the time, and the time was close to noon, he walked a few steps forward and came to a middle-aged man's stall.

This man is about forty years old, but his cultivation is at the ninth level of the Open Pulse Realm, and his foundation for cultivating immortals should be considered relatively good in casual cultivation. He didn't come alone, and next to him sat a little girl in her early tens, presumably his daughter.

There was only one thing on their stall, black, what seemed to be a piece of close-fitting soft armor. This thing is a defensive magic weapon, and the price is much more expensive than an offensive magic weapon, and for the low-level casual cultivators, the net worth is limited, and the first thing that needs to be guaranteed is their own attack power, and it is difficult to have extra financial resources to buy defensive magic weapons for self-defense, so this kind of thing is difficult to sell.

Maybe it was because there were no customers for a long time, the man looked listless, and when he saw Qingyang coming, he suddenly came to his senses and asked, "This fellow Daoist, do you need a defensive magic weapon?" Would you like to see this soft armor? ”

Qingyang stopped, picked up the soft armor and looked at it, and said, "How to sell this soft armor?" ”

The middle-aged man said: "This is a defensive medium-grade magic weapon, called the Dragon Armor, which is refined from the entire newly advanced Dragon Skin, and its defensive power is amazing, and the monks below the Open Pulse Realm can hardly break the defense." If you sincerely want it, you can take the three spirit stones. ”

"Three spirit stones? So expensive? ”

Qingyang couldn't help frowning when he heard this, no wonder this middle-aged man had been put on the table all morning, this thing was too expensive for casual cultivation. Three spirit stones, many Open Pulse Realm cultivators can't save so much in their lifetime, but three spirit stones are only exchanged for such an inconspicuous piece of soft armor, which is really a bit extravagant.

But think about it again, an ordinary attack-type medium-grade magic weapon costs about two spirit stones, and it doesn't seem too expensive to sell three spirit stones for this dragon armor. It's a life-saving thing, and maybe it can save your life at a critical moment.