Crescent Valley, south.

The Chen family opened up a space of 1,000 acres of land in this area, and set up nearly 100 stalls of all sizes.

The cycle of the Haichang Island Mutual Square Meeting is as long as half a month.

However, each stall only charges two spirit stones a day.

Such good quality and low price made the monks flock to it.

As early as a few days ago, the stalls in the valley were sold out.

Most of the people who rented the stalls were the children of loose cultivators and small families.

Of course, the Chen family, the Tu family and other big families with foundation building masters will also symbolically occupy a few stalls with good positions, adding a touch of grandeur to the mutual visit meeting.

Booth Square.

It had been half an hour since Chen Ping and Xue Yun entered it.

"It's boring."

Chen Ping's face was borless.

After visiting dozens of stalls in a row, he didn't come across a treasure that could make him look a little sideways.

Xue Yun was very interested, and spent a few spirit stones to buy a colorful crystal ornament.

This is also normal.

The people attracted by the Hufang Club were basically Qi cultivation period cultivators, and Chen Ping's vision was high.

As for picking up leaks, this probability is similar to finding ancient ruins in the 100,000 mountains, which is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Pinglang, don't you eat sugar gourds!"

Xue Yun jumped back and said with a smile.

"No need, I don't eat it."

Chen Ping couldn't cry or laugh, and refused again and again.

This is a fruit bunch made of various spirit fruits, wrapped in a layer of shiny sugar coating.

Don't look at its colorful, crystal clear and bright appearance, but the ones used are ordinary spirit fruits that can be ripened once a year, and the spiritual power contained in them is extremely low, so it just tastes sweet and sour.

"Oh!"

Xue Yun pursed her mouth, bit one of herself, and put the other one into the storage bag.

"Huh."

Chen Ping's eyes glanced at a stall, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

I saw that there were more than a dozen spirit plants on that stall.

In the center of the circle, there are several spirit grasses that are three feet tall and dark red and black.

"Fire Grass, it's still nearly a hundred years old."

Chen Ping stepped forward quickly, and in an instant, a faint yin aura rushed straight to the bridge of his nose.

Boiling the fire ointment requires at least fifty years of fire grass.

With a century-old serving, the effect will be increased by two to three percent.

"Daoyou's eyes are like torches, these are the fiery grasses that have grown for more than 90 years."

The stall owner is a thin little old man with gray temples, and he is already in his last years just by looking at his appearance.

"You've got all the fire grass here."

Chen Ping pointed and said succinctly: "How much is the price?" ”

"One hundred and twenty spirit stones, seven is eight hundred and four. I see that Daoyou is so refreshing, the odd will be erased for you, just give the little old man eight hundred integers! ”

The thin old man was surprised and delighted, he had only rented the stall for two days, and a big customer came, which was really lucky.

Although the Fire Grass is a first-order spiritual plant, it is difficult to cultivate, and the cost is extremely high.

Moreover, the use of this grass is single, and there are very few interested monks.

So it doesn't sell well.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a natural vein buried in the ground of the family spirit garden, which could save most of the cost, he would never have planted the fire grass.

Chen Ping threw a storage bag to him, then put away the Fire Grass and said tentatively: "Forgive me for taking the liberty of being presumptuous, do Daoists still have Fire Grass for sale?" ”

"Huh?"

The thin old man was quite surprised, and said curiously: "Is Daoyou planning to use the Fire Grass to refine the pill?" This kind of old man of high age can't be taken out, but there are still many of them in their fifties and sixties. ”

With the help of the Fire Cream to cultivate the Nine Transformation Flame Spirit Technique, the annual consumption is about 1,500 spirit stones.

These flaming weeds are obviously a drop in the bucket.

"There are as many as there are under the harvest, but only more than fifty years."

Hearing this, Chen Ping said angrily.

"There are many that meet the requirements of Taoist friends, it is estimated that there are more than a hundred!"

"However, it is difficult for the fire grass to survive once it is picked, and the little old man only has these few plants with him."

As he spoke, the thin old man's eyebrows fluttered.

This kind of wealthy buyer is rare in a century, and he will definitely find a way to make this big business happen!

In this way, his granddaughter would not have to worry about cultivation resources before cultivating the seventh layer of qi.

"More than a hundred?"

Chen Ping's eyes lit up and he said in surprise.

The thin old man raised his chest and explained: "The little old man's name is Guan Shuozhou, Xiu Ning Island people's clan, and the fire grass is one of the spirit plants produced by my Guan family's fairy spirit garden. ”

Huningdao Guanjia?

Chen Ping knew that Xiuning Island was more than 800 miles away from Haichang Island.

Like the Liu family on Ci'an Island, this Guan family is also a small family attached to the Chen family.

The Guan family has been focusing on the inheritance of the spirit planter for generations, and it is normal for unpopular spiritual objects such as fire grass to be planted in the spirit garden.

"I don't know your surname, where do you cultivate?"

"If it's not far away, when the mutual meeting is over, the little old man can send the fire grass to you."

Guan Shuozhou stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"Under the surname Chen, a single name is a flat character."

Chen Ping said indifferently: "From today onwards, every other year, Guandao friends will send a batch of fire grass to Yuxuan Cave in Lantian Town, and someone will trade with you at that time." ”

"Chen? Could it be that Daoyou is a member of the Haichang Chen family? ”

Guan Shuozhou's eyelids jumped and said.

"Yes, the contemptible person is from the Chen family, so you can rest assured?"

Chen Ping said in a calm tone.

"Hehe, then do as Daoyou said!"

Guanshuo Prefecture is not as casual as before, and said a little respectfully.

The Chen family's lineage is not something that he can compare with a Shuo family deacon who only practices the seventh level of qi.

After that, Chen Ping negotiated with him about the price and details of the transaction, and then left the stall.

Xue Yun stood not far away, looking forward to it.

Seeing Chen Ping coming back, she happily proposed: "Pinglang, I just heard that Zeng Tingxuan's predecessors also rented a stall to sell all kinds of magic weapons and exotic treasures, why don't we go and have a look?" ”

"Hmm."

Chen Ping simply answered and motioned for her to lead the way.

Zeng Tingxuan had a noble status, and his stall was divided into an excellent intersection location, and the monks came and went, and the river was endless.

A burly young man in a red costume was sitting upright in front of the stall, neither shouting nor greeting, his expression was as cold as frost.

In the face of the inquiry, he simply quoted the number, as if he did not take the business to heart at all.

The monks who took a fancy to the treasure, although they were full of complaints, they didn't dare to criticize them, after all, this young man was a real ninth-level Qi cultivator.

A black flag was planted next to his stall, and the flag had only one word "Zeng" printed on it.

The owner of this stall full of magic utensils and coveted is none other than the first-class guest of the Chen family, Zeng Tingxuan.

Because of his identity, it is impossible for Zeng Tingxuan to show up in person.

The red-robed young man who presided over the booth on his behalf was his eldest disciple, Yu Yuanliu.

This person is extraordinary, he is a top-grade gold and fire spirit root, and he has cultivated to the peak of qi cultivation in less than forty.

Of Zeng Tingxuan's three disciples, he is the most valued.

Yu Yuanliu's heart was broken at this time.

Originally, this mutual meeting, his master was unwilling to mix.

But some time ago, Great Elder Chen Xiangwen made an appointment to meet Zeng Tingxuan.

Yan Ming asked him to rent a booth and put some real things out to add color to the mutual workshop.

Back in the house, Zeng Tingxuan immediately handed over this task to his eldest apprentice Yu Yuanliu.

Without him, the second and third disciples are all in retreat to break through the realm, how can this little thing be disturbed.

Yu Yuanliu hammered his eyebrows helplessly, and showing up was a torment for him.