Now his only hope is to be able to cultivate to the foundation building stage and improve his cultivation qualifications to a higher level, otherwise he will really collapse and go crazy with such a turtle-like cultivation speed.

"It's good to enjoy the shade with your back against the big tree, there are many spiritual veins in the big sects, and the spiritual energy is full, and the cultivation is naturally faster than in the mortal world, I'm afraid this is also the reason why there are few immortal cultivators in the mortal country!"

Su Poman opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid breath in his chest, and the red lines on his chest slowly disappeared under the skin, and said to himself: "Go out to Fang Market today to have a look, increase your horizons, and you can't always practice in the inn!" ”

After changing into clean clothes and throwing away the dirty clothes, Su Poman now misses his two cute little maids, and plans to go back to Puguo when he has time and bring them to take care of his daily life, otherwise he is really not used to it.

In this era when there are no fully automatic washing machines, it is always a little troublesome for a big man to wash and dry clothes when he is away from home.

The early morning air was a little cool, Su Poman walked out of the inn door, and turned into a side road from the main street, at this time there were already many people setting up stalls here, and the things bought and sold were not mortal, they were all things like some spirit runes, magic weapons or materials.

The whole street belongs to the area of the Seventh Fang City, there are many fixed stall owners who have been leased for many years to set up stalls to buy and sell here, each stall is engraved with a small formation granted by Xiandu City, if anyone wants to snatch the items on the stall here, it will cause a formation warning, attracting the law enforcement team of Xiandu City, so it is relatively safe to trade here, and there is no need to worry about killing people and seizing treasures.

In addition, if someone wants to rent a temporary stall, they can also pay rent to the 'Foreign Affairs Workshop' in Xiandu City and set up a stall on the street to sell their belongings.

However, most low-level monks will choose to sell their items in the free trading area in the south of the city, because there is no need to pay rent there, and it belongs to its own trading platform, but there are many fish and dragons there, and if there are real treasures, it is easy to be targeted by unscrupulous monks, and it is not very safe.

There is a transparent cover on each stall on Fangshi Street, you can clearly see what items exist with the naked eye, and you can also use your spiritual sense to pass through the cover to check the item information more carefully, the stall owner's figure is all hidden in a layer of black fog, and you can't see the figure, but there is no obstacle to communication, you can trade as if you were talking normally, or you can choose to communicate and trade in a more secret way such as 'spiritual sense transmission'.

There are a wide variety of items on the stalls, such as elixirs, cheats, rune paper, materials, magic weapons, etc., as well as all kinds of strange things, and even the stall owners can't figure out the origin of the strange things on the stalls for sale.

Su Poman walked all the way, he was a little dazzled, there were some things he had only seen pictures on the 'Cultivation Experience', but this time he saw the real thing, and he had a very strong interest in gadgets for various purposes in his heart.

Walking along this street to the end, Su Poman looked at almost all kinds of items on both sides, and he could only get over his eyes, he didn't even dare to inquire now, just because he was shy in his pocket, except for some emergency spirit stones on his body, the other spirit stones were converted into energy points by him.

"Liu Bao'er, as a demon cultivator in the foundation building period, is so poor, the storage bag is full of some garbage, except for a few secret methods and that strange compass that is still worth a few points, the rest of the pile of miscellaneous items are not worth much spirit stones, really can't you sell Mengshan's storage bag first?"

Su Poman saw a bottle of 'Huanglong Pill' that could help break through the realm during the Qi refining period before, and his heart was a little moved, but the price of that bottle of pill alone cost twenty-eight lower-grade spirit stones, and his whole body now only adds up to more than fifty spirit stones, and he has to keep it for accommodation, in case he buys the pill, I am afraid that he will not be able to live in Xiandu City.

In a few days, the opening ceremony of the Burning Sun Sect will begin, and if you miss it, it will be a bit more than worth the loss.

After thinking about it, Su Poman decided to find a stall to sell the dusty storage bag left by Monsan, and he is now using Liu Baoer's more delicate and compact storage bag, which has more space inside, about 10 cubic meters, which is more practical than Mengshan's storage bag.

"Do you want to collect anything here?" Su Poman walked to a relatively cold-looking booth and asked.

There was silence for a moment in the black mist, and a somewhat hoarse voice came out, "Little brother, if you come up with something, take it out first!" ”

"I want to sell this low-level storage bag, you can see how many spirit stones it is worth!" Su Poman took out a dusty cloth bag from his arms and handed it through the area above the stall.

A slender white palm stretched out from the black mist, took the storage bag, and then handed the storage bag out.

"The low-level storage bag, it is not damaged, it can be used as a price of twenty low-grade spirit stones, do you want to give it out?" The hoarse voice came from the black fog again.

Su Poman had a hard time associating the voice with the owner of the white palm, and he guessed that the stall owner must have used some secret method of voice change to prevent others from identifying him.

"Okay, twenty spirit stones, I'm out!"

Su Poman frowned, and after a little thought, he agreed, and reached out to hand the storage bag in.

He has not been very good at bargaining since he was a child, and although the recovery price is a bit low, he doesn't want to spend time asking other stall owners about the price one by one.

"Hmmm......"

The stall owner in the black mist took the storage bag and muttered for a moment, and then explained loudly: "It stands to reason that your storage bag can sell at least thirty lower-grade spirit stones, but your origin is a little troublesome, you see that there is a fly-sized grimace embroidered under this storage bag, this storage bag should originally belong to a ghost spirit sect monk if nothing else, and the loose cultivators don't want to offend an immortal sect because of this, so the market is not good, so the recycling price of your storage bag will be lower......

"I see, thank you for your doubts!" Su Po's face showed a look of enlightenment, and he hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted.

"This is your spirit stone!"

Sou!

A purple bag flew out of the black mist, Su Poman grabbed it with his hand, swept his spiritual sense, and found that there was no mistake or omission in the number of spirit stones, so he put it directly into his arms.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a wide face dressed in red came over next to him, he glanced at the things on the stall, and asked aloud: "Stallholder, what is the price of that statue?" ”

Su Poman looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a statue that was half a foot tall and black, carved with a strange golem, it had eight arms, each pinching a different magic trick, in the shape of a cross-kneeled lotus, its face was covered with dirt, so it looked a little blurry, but it could vaguely make out that there was a blood-red eye in the center of its eyebrows.

"What a strange statue! It looks like a very demonic feeling......" Su Poman secretly judged in his heart.