It's just that Qin Lianglai didn't have time to ask in detail, how deep is the water in this place.

Stepping over the archway, Qin Liang's eyes suddenly opened up, and a number of shops appeared in front of him, each shop was of different sizes, the big one was like a mansion, and the small one was less than three zhang, and only a few sample goods could be placed on the shop.

But in front of the shop, there are stalls one after another, and there are all kinds of spiritual grasses, weapons, and talismans on the stalls...... There are also all kinds of shiny stones, as well as all kinds of exotic beasts......

"This place...... That's nice!"

Qin Liang sighed with emotion, he had never seen such a place in his several lifetimes of cultivation, there was no way, who let the world he was in before, there was a lack of spiritual energy, and there were not a few monks, how could there be a gathering of monks in the trading market?

“...... Little Green, are you familiar with this place? Let me introduce you to the young master. ”

Qin Liang touched the treasure bag on his waist and was ready to work hard.

"Okay......

Lu Zhu nodded again and again, and said in a low voice: "The most famous shops here are those Zhuangzi, the Heavenly Wolf Weapon Shop, the Ziluo Medicine Shop, and the Black Tiger Mountain Puppet House......

Green beads are like a number of treasures, pointing out the shops on the street in front of them one by one.

Qin Liang listened carefully.

He had thought that the ghost market here was nothing more than a small trading market for monks, and that it was a rival to the flea market he knew.

It was only after witnessing the ghost market that he realized that there was a huge gap between his imagination and reality.

The names mentioned by the green beads are all well-known shops in the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, such as the Heavenly Wolf Weapon Shop, which is actually organized by the famous refiner alliance of Nanzhan Buzhou, which specializes in creating various magic weapons and spiritual weapons.

Ziluo Medicine Workshop is an immortal sect, which is best at cultivating spiritual herbs and elixirs, and has many pharmacists and alchemists, and has a good reputation in Jiuzhou.

Baihuamen also has an industry here, specializing in selling tonic things such as warm smoked honey and semi-drunk incense, and the annual income is even more lucrative than the Wanhua and Lou all over Western Xinjiang.

Don't look at the cold and lonely outside the ghost market, after stepping into the archway, it is very lively.

The long street with no end in sight is brightly lit and people come and go.

All kinds of strange costumes also made Qin Liang breathtaking.

There are Western barbarians wearing animal skins and their heads, monks in feather clothes, martial artists who carry giant axes on their shoulders and their chest muscles beating, and qi practitioners who are dressed in plain clothes and have long swords hanging from their waists......

As for people like Qin Liang who wrap their bodies in an airtight airtight body, there are countless of them.

The biggest difference between a ghost market and a normal market is that no one shouts at it. Everyone was cautious, and if they were not companions, they kept a certain distance from others.

It is normal for monks to be wary of each other.

If you accidentally provoke a tricky character, it's not good.

Especially in the land of Western Xinjiang, there are many Western barbarians and demon clans. There are wizards, spell masters and other strange people who are good at the art of disgust in the West, and as for the demon clan, there are endless ways to harm people, which are easy to provoke.

Qin Liang walked all the way over and found that many monks deliberately avoided him and Lu Zhu, and he was puzzled. At this time, the aura of the Six Realms Qi Cultivator of the Divine Soul, he had already converged, and he looked no different from a normal person.

After inquiring about the green beads, Qin Liang found out that in the ghost market, only some demon clans and Western barbarians would hide their heads.

Most of these demon clans have enemies in Songlan City or Western Xinjiang, or have special identities, so they hide them and don't want to cause trouble.

Qin Liang didn't go to the shops on either side. He came to the ghost market, just to find a few elixirs suitable for alchemy, these elixirs, although they can be bought in those shops, but they will definitely not be reasonable prices.

Although the General's Mansion is rich, it is all worldly wealth, and there are only more than 10,000 spiritual coins used by cultivators, which have been accumulated by the General's Mansion for several generations, and cannot withstand squandering.

Even if Qin Liang loses again, he knows that this spiritual money must be spent on the blade and cannot be wasted.

So he wanted to try his luck at the stalls on both sides of the street.

"Auntie...... Childe, what are you looking for, maybe I can help......"

Luzhu is still apprehensive in her heart. Qin Liang didn't mention her escape, but she couldn't pretend that this hadn't happened!

Who knows how this fume is going to punish her and torture her next?

It's impossible to kill her, at least not for the time being, but...... Tomorrow, will it be her turn to try the pill?

In order to reflect her own value, Luzhu is naturally eager to show her abilities.

"No, just wander around. ”

Qin Liang blocked back the various words that Lu Zhu had prepared in a word.

By this time, he had come to a stall with all kinds of bits and pieces.

"I have three pieces of spiritual money, I can pick at will, and I don't bargain. ”

The stall owner sat on a small low stool, up and down, wrapped more tightly than Qin Liang, but the stall owner only had a dirty oilcloth on his body, and there were a few holes on it, which looked very shabby. The voice is also very immature, and it should not be very old.

It's just the realm of the second realm of practicing qi, but it is not hidden.

Looking at the appearance of this young stall owner, Qin Liang nodded secretly, remembering the past.

When he struggled to cultivate before, he was probably like this, even a little more miserable than this young man.

Qin Liang squatted down, picking and picking among the pile of rags.

Midori frowned.

The objects on the stalls are all broken magic weapons. If these magic weapons are damaged, they can at least be counted as high-grade spiritual weapons, but after they are damaged, they are not even the lowest magic weapons, because there is no longer the slightest spiritual power, and it is only the metal of the artifact itself, which can be recycled.

In Lu Zhu's eyes, these rags are not worth a single spirit money, and this stall owner dares to open his mouth.

"Where did this dig up?"

Qin Liang took a rusty dagger in his hand, flicked it with his fingers, and said, "Did you dig up the monk's ancient tomb or the ancient battlefield?"

Hearing Qin Liang's words, Lu Zhu's eyes suddenly lit up.

Only then did she notice that these damaged artifacts were all weapons, with less than half of the shields, spear tips, daggers, and blades with broken inscriptions left...... There's even a pair of chain mail.

“......”

The stall owner did not speak, but shrunk his body, full of vigilance.

"If you want all these things, if you have five pieces of spiritual money, I will ask for them all. ”

Qin Liang said with a smile.

“...... What a loser!"

Listening to Qin Liang's words, Lu Zhu felt distressed. These are just rags, and they are not worth buying with spiritual money!

“...... Four pieces. ”

The stall owner hesitated, the price Qin Liang gave, he was actually tempted.

"It's not impossible to have four pieces, but you have to tell the origin of the things. ”

Qin Liang smiled again.

“...... Or five pieces...... You can't take credit. ”

The boy stammered: "You can't play a white stripe either." ”

"I bought so many things from you, you have to give me this piece of cloth, right?"

"You can give this ...... when you buy something" The young man hesitated, took out a stone from his arms, and handed it to Qin Liang: "This cloth can't be sent...... My mother said that she couldn't lose her things. ”

The boy's voice was a little nervous. He also knew that this cloth was not valuable, but a spirit coin could be exchanged for a pile of cloth in his village.

"Okay. ”

Qin Liang took the stone and glanced at it, his expression was a little strange.

"Count how many things ......"

Qin Liang instructed Lu Zhu to take out the money from the treasure bag himself.