The top of Baihe Mountain is very lively, and in front of the main hall, which has been shattered and collapsed by a sword, the simple stalls are arranged quite neatly in order. The stalls are also filled with elixirs, spiritual jade, talismans, medicinal herbs and other items.

Obviously, the stall owners of these stalls came relatively early and grabbed a lot of things. The stall owners have obviously gone through a big battle, and many of them have obvious external injuries on their bodies, and the eyes that look at each other are also extremely unkind.

In front of each stall, there were more or less cultivators standing, and there were also many who were bargaining, and the voices of hundreds of stalls bargaining gathered together, which was naturally very lively.

"Judging from the costumes, there are people from some of the surrounding Xiuzhen sects, which add up to at least two thousand people, but why can't you see the people from our Burning Fire Gate?"

Wang An observed carefully for a while and muttered.

Ling Zheng naturally couldn't give an answer, seeing that Wang An had already started to wander around the stalls by himself, Ling Zheng didn't bother, and also began to wander around the stalls.

After walking for about two hours, Ling Zheng saw that many stalls had jade slips with ** and spells for sale, and the attributes were also extremely complete, and even the ** and spells of the mutated attribute spirit veins were sold, but the price was really a little scary, and the lowest was dozens of second-grade spirit jade, and the price of dozens of second-grade pills was not something that Ling Zheng could afford today.

But among so many jade slips, there are only ** and spells that can be cultivated by non-attribute spiritual veins.

After Ling Zheng had almost finished shopping around these stalls, he sighed secretly, which was completely out of his mind.

"The inheritance of the attributeless spirit vein is really completely broken. In that case, it's better to buy a larger Qiankun bag. ”

Thinking like this in his heart, Ling Zheng strode towards an inconspicuous-looking stall, which only had some first-grade pills and first-order talismans that even Ling Zheng couldn't look down on, and then a few Qiankun bags, which were not even marked with a price.

The booth was very deserted, and there was not a single cultivator staying.

The stall owner is dressed very carefully, but he looks cunning, and he is not a good kind at first glance. Seeing Ling Zheng stop in front of his stall, the stall owner swept it slightly with his spiritual sense, and saw that Ling Zheng only had the cultivation of the third order of the Spirit Condensing Realm, and he looked like he was ignoring it.

Seeing that Ling Zheng was about to reach out and pick up a Qiankun bag, the stall owner said quite coldly: "Boy, don't touch it if you can't afford it." ”

"It's just a bag, what's not to buy?"

Ling Zheng saw that the stall owner who cultivated to be around the eighth order of the Spirit Condensation Realm had a very bad attitude, so he naturally didn't have any good spirit, so he reached out and picked up the Qiankun bag, looked at it a few times, and asked lightly, "Is this Qiankun bag empty?"

"It's not. The stall owner shook his head and said, "There are some things in it, if you buy this Qiankun bag, I can give you all the things inside." ”

Ling Zheng naturally knew that the stall owner was faking his kindness, and asked unhurriedly, "How big is the space in this Qiankun bag, and what are the things inside?"

"The space of about one zhang in length, width and height contains ...... things" The stall owner hesitated for a moment and said, "There are some half-finished pills inside." ”

Semi-finished pills, isn't it waste pills?

Ling Zheng's hand holding the Qiankun bag trembled slightly, but on the surface, he teased with some disgust: "I said why are you so generous, and you gave me all the things inside." So what price do you want to sell this bag for?"

"What do you want to exchange?" the stall owner asked when he saw that Ling Zheng wanted to buy it.

Ling Zheng didn't want to get into trouble by taking out those extremely high-quality first-grade pills in his Qiankun bag, so he said lightly: "Talismans, I only have some first-order talismans. ”

The stall owner's cross-eyed eyes turned around and said, "Since it's a first-order talisman, let's take a hundred offensive or defensive ones, and I don't want auxiliary ones." ”

Fuck off!

Ling Zheng saw that the obscene-looking stall owner lion opened his mouth, obviously taking himself as a wronged boss, and scolded in his heart.

"Forget it, I can't afford it, your treasure Qiankun bag worth a hundred first-order talismans, and it's also full of waste pills, so keep it. ”

Ling Zheng's expression was calm, and he deliberately amplified his voice, attracting the attention of many cultivators around him.

Without waiting for the stall owner to speak, Ling Zheng said again: "This fellow Daoist, don't think you want to trap me because of my low cultivation, everyone's cultivation is in the Spirit Condensation Realm, you are not much stronger than me, this is not kind, can you do it?"

Seeing that Ling Zheng only said a few words, he made the surrounding cultivators all look at him with disdain, and the stall owner was annoyed for a while, but he didn't take Ling Zheng seriously, because what Ling Zheng said was the truth.

Moreover, the stall owner saw that although Ling Zheng was dressed ordinarily and couldn't read the calendar, he could go to the top of Baihe Mountain, which could only be reached by flying in the sky, by looking at his cultivation of the third order of the Spirit Realm, and there must be elders and friends around him who were not low in cultivation.

The cultivation of this stall master is only the ninth order of the Spirit Realm, although the background is a little special, but because there are no helpers around, seeing Ling Zheng's calm and relaxed appearance again, he knows that he may not be able to provoke this kid.

So, the stall owner immediately put on a smiling face and said, "Hey, little brother, don't be angry, I was joking just now." ”

Seeing that the cultivators around him finally stopped looking at him with disdain, the stall owner asked in a low voice, "What price do you come up with?"

Ling Zheng said without thinking, "An offensive or defensive first-order talisman." ”

"How many?"

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Ling Zheng lowering the price so ruthlessly, he instantly had the urge to scold his mother in his heart. But he put out these things that basically no one wants to want, and waited for so long for such a person who wanted to buy his things, so he suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a low voice: "Fifteen sheets, no counteroffer." ”

Ling Zheng pursed his lips: "Two." ”

"Ten sheets, it can't be any lower. The stall owner gritted his teeth in anger.

"Three, do you like to sell or not. Although Ling Zheng had made up his mind to buy the Qiankun bag full of waste pills, he was very calm.

"Boy, you're ruthless, eight sheets!"

Ling Zheng saw that the heat was almost over, thought for a while, and said, "In this way, you lower a little, I will add a little, let's fold it, five offensive first-order talismans." ”

Without waiting for the stall owner to speak, Ling Zheng continued: "Qiankun bags are made in every sect, if you don't sell it, it's a big deal that I'll find someone to ask for one after a while." ”

The stall owner's face was gloomy, and his tone was quite unkind: "Deal, take the talisman!"

Ling Zheng simply took out five talismans from his Qiankun bag that could inspire the first-order spell Fire Sword Technique, and handed them to the stall owner. As he wished, he got this Qiankun bag full of waste pills.

This Qiankun bag has a cubic space, and if it is filled with waste pills, it can at least transform hundreds or thousands of high-quality spirit pills with the black ancient mirror. Ling Zheng felt that he had made a lot of money.

His eyes swept over the other Qiankun bags in this stall, Ling Zheng pretended to be careless again, and asked, "How big is the space inside the rest of the Qiankun bags?"

"Same as the one you were holding. Seeing that this Ling Zhenglai was not leaving, the stall owner felt a burst of fire in his heart, and said angrily.

"The same?" Ling Zheng's heart moved, and he said a little jokingly on the surface: "It's also a waste pill with a cubic meter?"

"What's the matter, boy, if you don't buy it, you can leave, don't get in the way and delay my business!"

Several other Qiankun bags are also full of waste pills, how many high-quality elixirs do you have to transform!

Ling Zheng's heartbeat instantly accelerated, but on the surface, he shook his head very calmly, and said, "Then, will you sell the rest?"

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ling Zheng carefully, really not understanding what Ling Zheng wanted to do.

Qiankun bags are not a rare thing in the first place, and if they can sell one, this stall owner thinks it is already good.

Who knows, this kid actually has the meaning of wrapping these bags around!

The stall owner's cross-eyed eyes turned again, and said, "You want them all, okay, just like before, five offensive first-order talismans for one." There are five more, twenty-five. ”

"Twenty. Ling Zheng was naturally not so stupid: "I bought so much, you should at least give it a discount, right?"

After that, Ling Zheng was content to hold five Qiankun bags full of waste pills, and the scene of himself lying on a large pile of high-quality pills appeared in front of him.

Ling Zheng didn't pay attention to the stall owner behind him, who was counting the twenty-five talismans at the moment, his eyes were gloomy, and he was looking at himself a little greedily.