Compared with a small place like "Qingyun Valley", Hongyafang City is much larger.

This fang market is built on a mountain peak as high as two or three hundred zhang, and the entire mountain peak, including several small hills nearby, is included in the fang market, and there are hundreds of shops in it.

Zhou Chun walked into it, and as far as the eye could see, it was easy to see the figure of immortal cultivators walking back and forth on the mountain.

Such a scene of people coming and going is truly worthy of the word "Fang City".

The Fang City is naturally safe, and after Zhou Chun looked around, he slowly wandered around the Fang City, looking for an opportunity to inquire about the Zhou family's whereabouts.

After experiencing the previous incident of being attacked and killed, Zhou Chun must pay more attention to the news.

It must no longer be so easy for people to think of his relationship with the Zhou family, so as to have bad intentions towards him.

After walking around the market like this, Zhou Chun quickly found a shop that looked okay and walked in.

This shop, called "Wu Kee Grocery Store", is not big, and there is not even a guy in sight, only an old man in Tsing Yi sitting on a chair reading a book.

After seeing Zhou Chun enter the door, the old man in Tsing Yi first glanced up at him, and after finding that he was not a regular customer in the store, he said lazily: "Fellow Daoist, all the things sold in this store are written on it, the price is fair, and Tong Su is not bullied." ”

After speaking, he nodded at a white cloth with black letters written on the wall next to him.

Look at him like this, how can he have a little sense of "the customer is God".

But Zhou Chun knew that this was the normal situation in this world.

These people who can open shops in the market are either self-cultivation, rich wealth, and skills.

Either it is a shop opened by a sect or family, and the people in charge of taking care of it are also disciples of these sects and families.

In either case, they are much more noble than ordinary casual cultivators.

In this case, how could it be expected that they would treat the Qi Refining Stage cultivators who came to the store as "gods".

What's more, even in the world of his previous life, there are not many street shops that can do this, and it would be good if the store didn't bully customers!

Of course, Zhou Chun does not account for the attitude of the elderly.

He didn't look at the things written on the white cloth, but arched his hand at the old man and said, "The shopkeeper is polite, there are a few obsolete magic weapons in his hands, I wonder if your store is willing to recycle these things?" ”

"You want to sell artifacts?"

The old man in Tsing Yi looked stunned, and then couldn't help but put down the book in his hand and squinted at Zhou Chun.

Looking at Zhou Chun's young and handsome face, he frowned slightly, as if he couldn't believe that such a young junior monk would be the kind of bandit cultivator who made a career out of killing people and grabbing treasures.

But if it wasn't for a bandit cultivator, at Zhou Chun's age, how could he have a surplus magic weapon for sale?

The old man in Tsing Yi had all kinds of thoughts in his heart, and after a long while, he nodded lightly and said, "Then take out the things first, if there is no problem, our store can recycle it depending on the situation." ”

They are a grocery store that sells everything and collects everything.

Zhou Chun didn't say much immediately, and directly took out the magic weapons obtained from the two scattered cultivators, as well as the two first-order lower-grade magic weapons on his body.

The magic weapons, spells, talismans, elixirs, and formations used by immortal cultivators are all of different grades.

Basically, they are divided into first-order, second-order, and third-order, and then subdivided into three sub-levels: first-order lower grade, first-order middle grade, and first-order upper grade.

Basically, the first-order magic weapons are used by immortal cultivators in the Qi refining period, the second-order magic weapons correspond to immortal cultivators in the foundation building period, and the third-order magic weapons correspond to immortal cultivators in the Purple Mansion period.

The value of ritual artifacts, in addition to their grades, is also closely related to their use, performance and other factors.

The few magic weapons that Zhou Chun took out at this time were all single-purpose attack magic weapons, and they didn't have any dazzling special abilities, they were just magic weapons used by novices who had just entered the immortal cultivation realm.

Therefore, after some appraisal, the two magic weapons he had obtained from killing two scattered cultivators were returned to him by the old man in Tsing Yi, leaving only the two magic weapons that he and Li Han had really eliminated.

Then he looked at him and said: "The quality of these two magic weapons is okay, it can be seen that the level of the refiner is not bad, and this store is willing to use twenty spirit coins for recycling." ”

"As for these two magic weapons, Daoist friends should take them to the stall market in Fang City to dispose of, there may be Daoists who have just stepped into the immortal cultivation world and will be willing to buy them as their first magic weapon in their lives."

This result somewhat made Zhou Chun feel congested in his heart for the two scattered cultivators who died under his hands.

It turned out that the magic weapons used by those two guys were not even recycled in the grocery store, which shows how miserable the two of them were.

At the moment, he could only accept the two returned magic weapons as the old man in Tsing Yi said, and then counted and accepted the forty spirit coins given by the old man in Tsing Yi one by one.

After leaving the "Wu Ji Grocery Store" in this way, Zhou Chun really went to the stall market in Fang Market as the shopkeeper suggested.

The stall market is a must-have place in every market in the world of cultivating immortals, where immortal cultivators trade freely, and where fakes are rampant.

You only need to pay a spirit coin as a stall fee to the market manager of the stall market, and you can stay in the stall market for a day, and you can even meditate and cultivate.

The premise is that there are really people who can have a big heart and meditate and practice in that environment.

After Zhou Chun came to the stall market in Hongyafang City, he found that the number of immortal cultivators here was indeed much more, among which the number of monks who set up stalls and the monks who patronized this place were almost half.

Because most of the immortal cultivators like to be pure, unless the price is difficult to negotiate, otherwise this stall market is not very noisy.

Zhou Chun really saw a few stalls casually posing something to make a appearance, closing his eyes and meditating and practicing.

Seeing this situation, Zhou Chun groaned a little, then also paid a spirit coin and set up a stall, put two magic weapons and a few sundries, and set up a stall here.

Of course, Zhou Chun's real intention was not to set up a stall, but to use the name of setting up a stall to chat with some casual cultivators who also set up stalls here, trying to find out the news he wanted to know.

In this way, after setting up a stall in the stall market in Fang Market for less than two days, Zhou Chun successfully sold two magic weapons at the price of thirteen spirit coins and fourteen spirit coins.

But the matter of finding out the news is not going well, and many casual cultivators who set up stalls here have heard about the split of the Three Absolute Gates, but no one knows where the Zhou family went after breaking away from the Three Absolute Gates.

Seeing this, Zhou Chun could only be patient and continue to wait for the opportunity in the market.

On the third day of his arrival in Fang Market, a tenth-level cultivator in the Qi refining period suddenly came to the stall market.

As soon as the old man with white hair spread out his stall, he put more than a dozen things on it, including freshly picked elixirs, spiritual ores dug out of nowhere, and slightly damaged magic weapons.

As soon as they saw this situation, many of the monks who set up the stalls looked at the old man with strange eyes.

Generally speaking, this kind of monk who sells everything is most likely the kind of bandit cultivator who specializes in killing people and looting treasures.

Or even if he is not a bandit, he has a great relationship with the bandits, and is responsible for helping the bandits deal with the looted treasures.

But when you think about it this way, unless there is something in this booth that someone they have a good relationship with wants to do, no one will be nosy.

On the contrary, most of the time, because the items handled by the bandits will be slightly lower than the market price, it will also cause many monks who want to take advantage of it to rush to buy.

However, when these monks who wanted to take advantage stepped forward to ask the price, they immediately walked away in anger one by one.

Because although the old man is setting up a stall, the price is really not much cheaper than the market price, and there is not much room for reselling to get the difference.

Thus soon all those who had gathered together were dispersed.

Seeing this, Zhou Chun's eyes suddenly moved, but he also stepped forward to ask about the price.

"Fellow Daoist, please, how do you sell this spirit ginseng?"

He pointed to a yellow-white ginseng with some soil on it on the stall, and asked in a low voice about the price.

"The wild spirit ginseng that is more than one hundred and fifty years old is only sold for twenty-four spirit coins, and there is no counteroffer!"

The old man glanced up at Zhou Chun and said the price lightly.

When Zhou Chun heard this, he couldn't help frowning and said: "The turbidity and evil qi in the wild spirit ginseng is stagnant, and if you want to enter the medicine, you have to get rid of the turbidity qi first, and more than 20 spirit coins are really a bit high!" ”

When the old man heard his words, he immediately snorted coldly with an unhappy face: "Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that the methods to get rid of the turbid qi in these spiritual creatures were in the hands of those sects and families, a hundred-year-old spirit ginseng, could it only be sold for such a few spirit coins?" ”

After speaking, he glared at Zhou Chunyi and said: "Junior, if you want to buy it, buy it, if you don't buy it, just watch it from the sidelines, don't come to entertain the old man!" ”

"Hey, I'm just talking, why should Daoyou be angry, this business has to make people bargain."

Zhou Chun shook his head, then swept his gaze over the other elixirs on the stall, and then said: "In this way, the kid has wrapped up all these elixirs of Daoyou, and you can also give the kid a profit, how about a few spirit coins cheaper?" ”

When the old man heard this, he still said with a cold face: "No, not a single spirit coin can be missing, one less is missing, and the old man will directly send it to the pharmacy for processing!" ”

Seeing this, Zhou Chun's tone suddenly softened, and he looked at the old man with a pleading look in his eyes and said, "You can do it, okay, can't you just bring up the juniors?" It's not easy for juniors to earn spirit coins for this kind of cultivation, and you also came from a junior monk, you should understand! ”

"Heh, the old man will carry you, so who will carry the old man?"

The old man said with a sneer on his face.

Then he looked at Zhou Chun with a sneer in his eyes and said: "Don't pretend to be pitiful in front of the old man, seeing that you have this cultivation at a young age, you should be a child of a certain immortal cultivation family, you want to buy elixir at a low price in this stall market and then sell it to the family at a high price, you old man understood it more than ten years ago!" ”

"Ahem, fellow Daoist, you think about it too much, I have no intention of doing so."

Zhou Chun coughed lightly in embarrassment and quickly denied it.

Although he did have this idea, it was completely different from what the old man said.

However, the old man obviously wouldn't believe him, just sneered and didn't say more.

In the end, Zhou Chun could only buy the spirit ginseng for the price of twenty-four spirit coins.