The number of welcome gifts of the Wang family is readily available, showing the style of the family of ten thousand years.

End of the feast.

Ye Chengfeng, Ximen Xiaoyu, and Fenglan were arranged in the north courtyard, alone and alone.

Ye Chengfeng and Ximen Xiaoyu informed Fenglan that they had something important to go out and come back in the evening.

Fenglan was bored alone, walked out of the room by himself, walked through one corridor after another, and always felt like he was walking through a maze, going back and forth in the north courtyard.

An old slave passed by and told him how to get outside the house and how to get to the nearby market.

Fenglan followed the guidance, ten miles away from the Wang family's house, before he saw a stranger.

These strangers in civilian clothes, some like farmers, some like woodcutters, and some like hunters, are all peripheral people of the royal family's guards, and all of them are mid-level Qi Refining Realm.

Even in the Wang family's house, there is no such formation.

Feng Lan had to re-understand how deep the foundation of such a 10,000-year-old family was.

Probably, the horns of Taihong City have a pair of eyes?

Fenglan came to the bazaar smoothly.

* * *

The bazaar consists of five streets and has a very poetic name – Nanbaofang.

Southwest, northwest, northeast, and southeast are four symmetrical wide streets, with a fifth street in the middle ring.

The circular street is composed of neat and uniform shops, and there are a variety of elixirs, magic weapons, treasures, spirit animals, books, etc.

In the other four streets, there are decent stalls, and there are stalls that are spread out directly on the spot, which is indeed like a free and scattered market.

Someone collects a stall, and someone immediately sets up a stall.

Some people are looking forward to picking a good lottery and looking forward to the opportunity to jump to a better stall.

"Look out for broken things like bricks, tiles, small jars, etc. Hmph, when I went home and wiped it, I found that it was an ancient artifact broken volume. ”

Feng Lan said so in his heart, the corners of his mouth naturally raised slightly, revealing a weird smile.

Whenever he swept the stalls, there was a mysterious cunning in his eyes, and it was difficult to detect.

Everywhere you heard the sound of buyers and sellers bargaining on stalls large and small.

For example, "The eight-rank star Luo fruit is worth a few spirit crystals", "This magic treasure book is worth a fart at most", "I am all in the Ning Yuan Realm, what is the use of this nine-grade soul nourishing wood"、......。

"Tai Chi Shen Gong, the authentic archmage inheritance."

With the crowd, after walking a long distance, a shout that stimulated Fenglan's nerves came.

Fenglan immediately locked on to the target and found that it was retrograde to squeeze through, so he had to follow the crowd first.

"Liar?"

He thought about it seriously.

When he was ten years old, in the Flame Square, the young Fenglan also loudly proclaimed: he is the descendant of the noble and sacred archmage.

Every time I think of it, the divine sense of supreme glory that naturally flows from my father is like a little spark brewing.

"Be cautious. Be cautious and don't be reckless. ”

Feng Lan warned himself that his attention shifted to the large and small stalls.

After four years of polishing, the identification of spiritual materials has been quite good.

A lot of fakes and poor quality spiritual materials can be seen at a glance.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and I walked to the stall.

The stall owner is a middle-aged strong man with a square face and a dignified appearance.

"This copper rue has reached the quality of seven grades. Affected by the ghost qi, the aura of the grass and trees is seriously depleted. The stall owner's voice was very loud and clear, "It's still worth thirty spirit crystals." ”

"Deal."

Fenglan's careful thinking was seen through by others at a glance, and he couldn't help but laugh embarrassedly.

Thirty spirit crystals are indeed not a loss.

Spiritual materials, grass, wood, grain, vegetables, fruits are the most precious, gold and stone, water, fire, soil four categories are second, insects, scales, media, birds, beasts, people, clothing seven categories of the end.

The grade of spiritual materials follows the strictest principle of "different ranks of the same product, different prices of the same product".

Next, complete a few transactions, and let Fenglan be sure that his vision is useless, and it is completely transparent in the eyes of others.

As long as you glance at something, others can see through it.

Feng Lan deliberately went to see those who asked and left, what kind of tone and words did he use to match his eyes, secretly wrote it down, and slowly imitated it. I also learn the words, tones, and demeanors of others to bargain.

"How do you sell this snake?"

Feng Lan suddenly asked.

The half-squatting woodcutter got up slightly and lifted his belt, looked at Fenglan with a pair of triangular eyes, opened his mouth, and spat out the old phlegm.

"A spirit stone."

The woodcutter said in a heavy accent.

"Oh, oops, I forgot I was afraid of snakes?" Fenglan secretly screamed badly.

The three small flower snakes sold by the woodcutter are indeed very beautiful.

Feng Lan cautiously put down the three spirit crystals, lifted the delicate snake cage, and walked forward, like a hakama boy who walked away.

"Master, pure yellow bird blood, take a look?"

At a stall not far away, a hunter-like stall owner waved his hand.

"Boss, do you say I feed the birds with snakes, or do I feed the snakes with birds?"

Feng Lan asked jokingly.

The two small birds in the stall owner's birdcage have knotted fur and are really ugly.

"My bird and his snake are still of the same origin, and they are both bloodlines of spirit beasts in the Xuanyuan Mountain Range."

"Two spirit crystals?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The stall owner hurriedly stuffed the birdcage into Fenglan's arms, "This snake is very powerful, you have to be careful." ”

"Thank you."

Fenglan has come to the locked target stall, go with the flow, squint and look.

* * *

The stall owner was a young man with clear eyebrows, wearing a pale yellow patched robe, the same age as Fenglan, a pair of shrewd eyes that moved slightly, and his gaze covered a range of 180 degrees.

Feng Lan felt that this person belonged to the kind of person who was full of eyes and eyes.

The young man in the yellow shirt held a yellowed old book, about 500 pages thick.

The damaged cover shows a relatively complete scepter pattern, and there is an ear-shaped pattern at the base of the scepter.

Feng Lan was in a trance, and was secretly surprised that this ear-shaped pattern was exactly the same as the ear of the ancestral incense burner.

Judging by the degree of wear and tear of the book, it is very old.

"How do you sell this book?" Feng Lan asked directly.

"How many do you come up with?" The yellow-shirted young man smiled slyly and said, "Staring at the cover pattern, it means that you are a connoisseur." ”

"Ten spirit crystals, one less, don't talk about it."

The young man in the yellow shirt regarded Fenglan as an idle rich kid looking for fun, and knocked on the bamboo pole.

"The magic is weak, and the talisman is only a branch of the spell." Feng Lan bargained, "Judging from all the things you put on the table, this book is worth up to three spirit crystals. I'll give up to five spirit crystals. ”

As he spoke, he turned around and left.

"Five is five, deal."

The yellow-shirted boy quickly stood up and threw the book over.

Feng Lan packed the book and paid off the five spirit crystals.

Someone scolded: "Big fool. A copper plate is worthless, and it costs five spirit crystals. ”

"There are many spirit crystals, do you have an opinion?" Feng Lan said loudly.

At this moment, the stall owner on the right of the yellow-shirted boy collected the stall and left.

Feng Lan flashed to the open stall, and immediately put out four magic swords of extraordinary quality, a few spirit stones, six magic spell books, and two pill bottles.

The yellow-shirted young man rubbed his chin with his left hand and looked at the new neighbor.

"Murder and robbery?" The yellow-shirted young man asked coldly, and said to himself, "Ill-gotten wealth is not the way of a gentleman." ”

"The main thing is gluttony, not wealth...... Big brother, this magic sword is very easy to kill, let's get one? Feng Lan injected spiritual power, and the silver glow on the sword body was shining, "Sixty spirit crystals, no loss." ”

"Four handles, two hundred and forty spirit crystals?"

The blue-robed man asked suspiciously, looking at Fenglan in surprise.

"Little brother, in business, the one with the highest price gets it, right?"

An elegant and dignified man scrambled to speak.

"Ahh Feng Lan said in a deep voice, "That's the truth. ”

"These four magic swords come from the 'Tianyi Pavilion' in the Chongsheng City at the foot of Mount Meru.

Less than two years after it was baked, the person who got the sword was well maintained, and the quality was slightly improved.

Now, the reasonable price per stalk is about ninety-five spirit crystals.

I'll take them all by a hundred. ”

"Deal."

In the blink of an eye, Fenglan harvested four hundred spirit crystals.

The elegant man took the sword and left.

"Hey, what's the price of 'citrine'?" A hoarse voice asked in a loud voice, and said scoldingly, "Last time, I was miserable by a despicable slut." This time, there will be no blood luck. ”

"Uncle, these six pieces of citrine, the nine-grade sequence, the texture is slightly rough, and the spirit pattern is broken, so it can only be priced according to the middle and lower grades, with five spirit crystals each." Feng Lan said, "Buying and selling, pay attention to fairness and trust." ”

"I want it all."

The man took six citrine stones and walked away scolding.

"The Tao is supernatural, the world is invincible, pass by, don't miss it.

The cultivators of the Qi Refining Realm, the Condensing Yuan Realm, and the Divine Artistic Conception can all cultivate the supernatural powers, and the quality is guaranteed, and those with the highest price can get it. ”

Feng Lan sold the magic power book.

This is a very taboo thing.

The yellow-shirted boy hurriedly closed the stall and left.

People in the neighborhood rushed to collect the stalls.

After a while, six men in black surrounded him.

"What a bold man, he dared to sell the Dao magic power that he had killed and robbed."

Feng Lan glared at the man in black who spoke, and quickly put away the stall and prepared to leave.

The man in black blocked the way, and one of them whispered, "Want to go?" ”

"yes. I'm not selling, I'm going home. Feng Lan said loudly, "What do you want?" Rob? ”

One person reached out and grabbed it, and black fire oozed from his five fingers.

Feng Lan dodged and skilfully swam out of the encirclement.

The man stepped forward, his right hand becoming a burning black fire hand, and the tips of his fingers were getting longer and sharper.

The wind pinched the trick and cast the spell, and the wind howled, like a dragon's groan.

Suddenly, a pillar of red light rushed into the black flames, and the black flames were swept away by the reverse burning caster himself.

The man became a burning man who was burned by black fire.

"Blood Dragon Tempest?"

On the stall not far away, the stall owner wearing a straw hat exclaimed.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Feng Lan suddenly sacrificed the seven-star immortal sword, and took advantage of the moment when the other five black-clothed people were distracted and killed the five people.

Then, the storage bags of the six people were looted, and a spirit crystal was calmly placed on each corpse.

Fenglan looked at the stall and saw no one there.

He paused for a moment in front of the stall and walked away.

* * *

Fenglan continued to wander around, and the interest was high.

Passing by a variety of exquisite food stalls, you have to pack ten servings for later use.

Unconsciously, away from Nanbaofang, I came to the entrance of a flower street.

"Here, it should be the 'Caishiji' street that the sixth senior brother said.

Songhe Tower, Huiyan Tower, Yangchun Tower,......"

Fenglan muttered to himself, counting the famous buildings that the sixth senior brother said, thinking about all kinds of delicious food and drink.

The banner of the pine crane tower is waving in the wind, and the momentum is extraordinary.

The seats that can be seen are full of guests, and the cousins are neatly walking through the hall to greet guests.

There are no more hall seats, only a few expensive A-sized rooms.

Fenglan ordered a table of good tea and good dishes, and asked for a room A.

The hour was exactly noon.