Meng Zhaoyan and Yuan Dingyi's agreement was finally reached, he sold Chijing to Yuan Dingyi, and Yuan Dingyi gave him the pills he needed and provided additional materials. Of course, as a material provider, Meng Zhaoyan will also give him a certain amount of feedback.

As an alchemy master, Yuan Dingyi naturally did not lack money, he just cherished his talents and wanted to help Lin Feng.

That night, Yuan Dingyi sent the materials needed for the wild cow dew, and also came forward to help Lin Feng borrow a tent for alchemy.

"You alchemy, I'll sell it, what about the money we get, three seven open, you three and I ......" Meng Zhaoyan's wishful thinking clanged, of course Lin Feng would not let him get his wish.

After some bargaining, it was finally decided to open four or six, Lin Feng six, and Meng Zhaoyan four. And the unit price of the wild cow dew is also set at 7,999 taels of red gold for a bottle.

Meng Zhaoyan is quite business-minded, and came up with a promotional method, buy ten get one free.

Lin Feng said, will this price be too outrageous? After all, the cost of materials is there, and Manniu Lu is just a low-level elixir, and most of the people who appear here are powerhouses above the seventh order of the Martial Arts Realm. Like Lin Feng, it is a rarity.

"You don't understand that, do you? Look, when we open the market tomorrow, your elixir will definitely be in demand. Meng Zhaoyan narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of a thief's smile.

After a night of desperate 'labor', Lin Feng refined more than two hundred drops of brute cow dew. He left the odds and prepared to make gifts for his friends. After a trip to the ghost market, you can't go down the mountain empty-handed, right?

The other two hundred drops were divided into two hundred portions by Meng Zhaoyan one bottle and one drop.

"It's too black-hearted, one bottle and one drop......" Lin Feng had a black line in his head, according to his meaning, at least three drops.

"Hey, that's called profit maximization." Meng Zhaoyan said, "Practice to strengthen the spirit, weapons and equipment, there are many places for our martial artists to burn money." You'll soon learn that no amount of money is enough. ”

Lin Feng felt that if he could find a way to split it into two, this guy might be able to take a bottle and a half drop.

In short, the next morning, the ghost market opened, and as soon as their stalls were put out, they were surrounded by swarming customers.

"Come on, this is the brute dew that Yuan Dingyi and Master Yuan praised yesterday! Ladies and gentlemen, meeting this little brother is a great creation, Yuan Dingyi said that he is an immortal genius! ”

Tianzong Wizard, Yuan Dingyi, and yesterday's Dou Dan incident made Manniu Lu quickly out of stock.

Lin Feng felt very strange in his heart, how could this low-level elixir be pursued by a group of martial arts realm powerhouses? Later, he overheard a word that solved the doubts in his heart.

"This time the Ten Thousand Demon Cave is opened, and with the Wild Bull Dew, we have more chances of winning."

"yes, it's a pity that I only grabbed three bottles."

"Be content, you can bring three more little guys in the samurai realm."

"Also, let's go, let's go somewhere else. By the way, this stall should be kept an eye on at all times, and if there is a wild cow dew for sale, even if we queue up overnight, we will have to buy a little more. ”

"Well, there are counts."

Two men dressed in black and wearing face masks whispered.

Ten Thousand Demon Caves? Lin Feng's brows furrowed into a pimple, he felt that this place name was quite familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

Two hundred bottles of barbarian cow dew were swept away in less than half an hour, and Lin Feng and Meng Zhaoyan both made a lot of money.

This was probably the first time in Lin Feng's life that he had earned so much money, and after allocating it, there were actually eight or nine hundred thousand taels of red gold.

Although Lin Feng has a background that is different from ordinary people, he has been a human being in two lives, and he has seen a lot of treasures. But with so much money, this is the first time he has seen it.

Don't talk about him, I'm afraid his grandfather hasn't seen it either. You must know that the net profit of the great Lin family in a year is only more than 100,000 taels of red gold. There is such a big family business, which has been accumulated from generation to generation.

With a huge amount of money, Lin Feng was very excited for a while.

Meng Zhaoyan closed the stall and invited him to visit the ghost market together. Although he didn't like this old man a lot, but thinking about the purpose of his coming, and then thinking that he could stand here because of him, Lin Feng agreed.

The two of them walked on the street, and the dazzling treasures on the stalls on both sides dazzled Lin Feng's eyes.

He saw the fist-sized gemstones, shining in the sunlight, refracting colorful brilliance, and the rich aura emanating from it, which was heartwarming. It's a pity that the price of this gem is too high, and it actually costs 400,000 taels of red gold.

Hmm, hearing this price, Lin Feng was in a bad mood instantly, and the eight or nine hundred thousand taels of gold that had just been put into the bag didn't seem to be much.

There are also people selling trees, Ba Shenmu. It is said that this Ba Shenmu is a descendant of the sacred tree, and its hardness is unparalleled in the world, and it is best to use it as a stick and gun weapon. Moreover, its own regenerative ability will also provide a steady stream of vitality for the holder, which is indeed a good thing.

It's a pity that this is just a sapling, it's hard to judge whether it's true or not, even if it's a real Ba Shenmu, it's not enough to wait for it to grow up, and it's not enough to have one hundred and eighty years.

All kinds of weapons and martial arts, the weapons here are all blessed by runes, and the martial arts are all above the Xuan level, and there are even ground level grades.

Of course, the value of these treasures is naturally extremely high, and Lin Feng is at most greedy, sticking out his tongue, and reluctantly walking away.

Seeing those martial arts, Lin Feng couldn't help but think of the "Wind Technique" he was carrying in his pocket. He hadn't had a chance to study it before he got it.

"Quack!" Suddenly, there was a duck-like cry ahead, accompanied by a sense of anger.

"Scared! It's actually a nine-pole bird? Someone exclaimed, Lin Feng felt curious, so he went over to watch.

The person setting up the stall had only one cage in front of him, six feet in length, six feet in width and six feet in height, made of stainless steel mixed with garnet. Each steel bar was the thickness of a thumb, and there was a black streamer entwined with it, imprisoning the ugly demon beast inside.

The demon beast was no more than three feet tall, with nine heads and four legs. On each head there is a huge erect eye, revealing a cold and fierce light.

Just looking at the head, it's like a vulture. The pitch-black feathers seemed to suck up all the heat in the vicinity, and it felt extremely cold when it came close to seven feet.

The eight heads arched the largest star in the middle like a moon, and the nine mouths chirped together, not loud, but like steel needles, piercing into people's ears, it was simply torture.

The Nine Pole Bird, which lives in the land of the underworld, is said to be near the edge of the underworld, and it is the messenger of the world of the dead.

Legends are legends, of course, and the biggest feature of this nine-pole bird is that it feeds on the spirit of human beings and has the ability to give early warning. It is rumored to drip blood automatically. If blood drip out of the place where it goes, there will be a bloody disaster.

The Plague God Bird is its nickname, and no one likes the Plague God, unless the martial arts and exercises that this person has cultivated themselves need its ability to devour the spirit and energy.

Generally speaking, most of the people who practice this kind of martial art are demonic beings.

"The world is so big, there are no surprises, and it is really hard to have the ability to go to the extreme yin land to catch this thing." Meng Zhaoyan touched his beard and muttered to himself.

"Where is the Land of the Extreme Yin?" Lin Feng asked.

"Uh, what is this......" Meng Zhaoyan said.

Lin Feng didn't expect him to give an answer, after all, most of the places like this were passed on by word of mouth, and how many people could really see it?

However, if no one knows where the Extreme Yin Land is, then where did this person catch the Nine Pole Bird? It's an interesting question.

"How do you sell this nine-pole bird?" A gloomy voice came from the crowd, and everyone was quite surprised, wondering who wanted to buy the pestilence bird.

(End of chapter)