After cutting the meat and buying the dagger that he was excited about, Zhang Zheng put the dagger that had accompanied him in the past into the jade box.

After all, it has accompanied her from birth to death, and when she has been on the line of life and death several times, she is also an old man who sacrifices her life to accompany her, and she has worked hard.

Anyway, if there is a crack in the blade, she can't sell many spirit stones, and she really can't afford to sell or discard it, so let's pretend to be a memory.

In addition to the dagger, Zhang Zheng also purchased a third-order high-grade defensive magic weapon, a fourth-order high-grade mobile magic weapon, and hundreds of various talismans, plus a third-order lower-grade array disk, which can stimulate a small defensive magic array and trapped formation, and also has an extremely simple and crude auspicious function.

After buying miscellaneous things, the abundant storage bag was instantly empty, leaving only about 400 medium-grade spirit stones and 110,000 lower-grade spirit stones.

In the smiling gaze of the pink-clothed waiter, Zhang Zheng finally left Wanjin Tower.

Ten days later, you need to set off from Wanxuanmen and go to Donghua Si Dao Sect to participate in the mountain and sea realm once in a thousand years.

It was only ten days, and Zhang Zheng was not in a hurry to cultivate at this time, so he simply walked leisurely along the fang market to the left and right, and the appropriate leisure and elegance could slow down the nervous pressure that was pressed urgently.

The market is as lively as ever, with crowds of people weaving, and street vendors competing to sell and greet business, and the hustle and bustle is hot.

Zhang Zheng wandered leisurely, stopped in front of an ordinary stall, squatted down and carefully selected.

The stall was spread out on a long simple gray cloth, and all kinds of gadgets were scattered on it, including spirit beast eggs, magic weapons, talismans, and even exercises, and more strange things that could not be recognized.

But the magic weapons and talismans that can be recognized are all low-level grades, and the highest ones are only first-order upper grades.

Everything was piled up in a mess on the gray cloth, and the stall owner looked like a seventy-year-old man, with gray hair, a face full of wrinkles, and his eyelids drooped loosely, and he couldn't see clearly, and he looked like he was about to die.

is such a sloppy and lifeless old man, but Zhang Zheng can't help but stop with just a casual glance.

"Trouble fellow Daoist, may I ask what is the origin of this wooden bowl?"

The old man raised his eyes slightly and looked at the wooden bowl pointed by Zhang Zheng, about the size of a palm, and the lines of the trees could be clearly seen, which looked extremely ordinary at a glance.

In fact, it is extremely ordinary, the old man lowered his eyelids again, and said weakly: "My little grandson has nothing to do, if you want it, take three lower grade spirit stones." ”

It turned out to be a mundane thing, Zhang Zheng knew that this rough wooden bowl was worth less than two copper plates even in the mundane world, and it was a waste that no one paid attention to on the ground in the cultivation world.

But Zhang Zheng was stunned for a moment, and really took out three lower-grade spirit stones from the storage bag, and handed the spirit stones to the old man, "Fellow Daoist, I want this wooden bowl." ”

The old man looked at the three lower grade spirit stones handed to him, his expression was blank, and he reached out for a while to take it and put it in the bag, and then took the wooden bowl in his hand, wiped it carefully with his sleeve, and then handed it to Zhang Zheng with both hands.

Zhang Zheng held the wooden bowl in his hand, thanked him, and just got up to leave, a coquettish female voice shouted.

"Stop!"

Zhang Zheng heard the prestige, not far away, a man and a woman came together, the woman had a delicate face, wearing a tender yellow Luo skirt, it was Xiao Xiaoning.

The man can also be regarded as an acquaintance, but it is Zhang Xiaoliang, a disciple of the Fahua lineage.

He didn't wear regular clothes like Xiao Xiaoning, but a regular Yuebai Sect uniform.

Is this coming for her?

Zhang Zheng looked at Xiao Xiao's angry posture in a daze, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be that the mountains and seas had exposed her yellow finch in the middle of the competition?

The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth.

Zhang Zheng stood in place without fear, even if it was exposed, she was not eliminated by herself, not to mention, Shanhai Lingbi did not prohibit his disciples from sneaking attacks.

After a few breaths, Xiao Xiaoning and Zhang Xiaoliang walked in front of her.

Before Zhang Zheng could say hello, Xiao Xiaoning pointed to the wooden bowl in her hand and asked, "What is the thing in your hand?" ”

That's it, Zhang Zheng put down his hand, his eyes swirled on the ordinary wooden bowl in his hand, and he said in confusion: "It's just an ordinary wooden bowl, what is the problem with Senior Sister Xiao?" ”

Xiao Xiaoning opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Zhang Xiaoliang, who stepped forward, "Don't mess around, Senior Sister Zhang is not what you are looking for." ”

After speaking, Zhang Xiaoliang swept over Zhang Zheng's face expressionlessly, and the old man who fell on the side of the stall with an indifferent gaze squatted down in front of the stall, stretching out his hand to pick and choose.

Xiao Xiaoning glared at Zhang Zheng with an innocent face hatefully, and then squatted down beside Zhang Xiaoliang, her voice pretending to be delicate, "Senior Brother Zhang, Daddy said, you have to help Xiaoning choose a baby this time." ”

Belch......

Zhang Zheng was speechless, she had already heard that Xiao Xiaoning was interested in Zhang Xiaoliang in the sect, and she also knew that Xiao Xiaoning was a delicate lady in the sect, but she had never faced it directly before, and now it was better to meet when she saw it.

Girl, is it really good for you to talk to your sweetheart like this! I'm really not afraid that people will be dissatisfied with you!

Zhang Zheng stood far away, holding a wooden bowl in his hand, silently watching the show.

Sure enough, as soon as Xiao Xiaoning's words came out, Zhang Xiaoliang's hand holding the thing froze for a moment, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

There are often rumors in the sect that Zhang Xiaoliang is extremely lucky, not to mention that he often turns evil into good fortune, and almost never returns empty-handed when he hunts for treasures in secret realms.

The most important thing is that there are even more powerful rumors that the stones he picked up on the ground may be some kind of heaven and earth spiritual treasure that is difficult to find and never encountered for thousands of years.

Zhang Zheng watched him pick and choose from the stall with envy, and finally picked out a piece of iron of unknown material, with some rusty red faintly floating on the surface, bought it and handed it to Xiao Xiaoning.

She looked down at the wooden bowl, and two regrets suddenly arose in her heart.

She noticed the stall before him, and took a good look at it, why didn't she let her discern the gold and find out the hidden treasure at once!

Seeing Zhang Xiaoliang and the two leave, Zhang Zheng looked up at the sky at an oblique angle rather sadly, if she really had a chance to pass by by her, she would not be able to receive this kind of good luck.

Sighing, Zhang Zheng silently hugged her poor wooden bowl, ready to return to the sect.

"Huh!"

Zhang Zheng turned his head suddenly, and beside the stall, a raunchy old man was waving at her, motioning for her to come over.

With doubts, Zhang Zheng obediently walked to the stall, "Daoist friends are looking for me?" ”

The old man did not answer, and mysteriously reached into the large cloth bag behind his back to tinker.

After a long time, the old man took out his hand from the bag, spread his palm, and there was a piece of rusty red iron lying in the palm of his palm, which was the same as the one selected by Zhang Xiaoliang, and even the rusty red area was larger, covering almost the entire iron block, and he thought it was a piece of bloodstone at a cursory glance.

The old man threw the piece of iron casually and rolled it into a pile of strange things on the gray cloth, "That kid just bought a hundred lower-grade spirit stones, if you want it, it's still the same, take a hundred lower-grade spirit stones." ”

The old man's loose eyelids blocked his gaze, Zhang Zheng couldn't see his eyes, but a warm current flowed in his heart, and he smiled.

"Thank you."

Zhang Zheng took out two hundred lower grade spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them to the old man, who only glanced at her, didn't say anything, and put them directly into the bag.

Zhang Zheng put the rusty red iron and the wooden bowl into the storage bag, bowed to the old man and said goodbye, and then left.

(End of chapter)