The Dry Fish Market, although it is the Dry Fish Workshop that opened and maintained the order of the entire Dry Fish Market, is a market for free trading in the market. Any monk can set up a stall in the market on the premise of obtaining the permission of the dry fish shop, so many vendors will stay in Hufeng Village a few days or even ten days in advance in order to grab a profitable stall.

Hufeng Village is the hometown of a generation of peerless sword cultivators Hu Feng, the village is still martial, and there is a dry fish workshop entrenched here for a long time, so many adult villagers in Hufeng Village have stepped into the ranks of monks, even the young people who have not tied their hair and hair, most of them know a move and a half.

Wang Wujiu looked at it in this bazaar, but he shook his head again and again, there are not many stalls selling weapons on the street, and there are many types, but the grade is too inferior, most of them are low-grade magic weapons, if it is just when he cultivates the great product of the Heavenly Immortals, he may still have two eyes shining, but now, these magic weapons with poor workmanship and cracking when touched are no different from the broken copper and iron in the warehouse of Heifeng Village in his eyes.

"Little brother, you are picking and choosing, is it because you dislike our weapons?" The monk in the stall was a little dissatisfied when he saw that the young man was picking and choosing in his stall, but he frowned and shook his head repeatedly.

His weapons are much better than the stalls around him, they are all medium-grade magic weapons, but the appearance of the young man makes the surrounding monks think that his stalls are all shoddy weapons, and they refuse to patronize them.

"Do you have a high-grade magic weapon?" Wang Wujiu asked, these medium-grade magic weapons were indeed good, but they still couldn't get into his eyes.

"Yes, it's just that the price is a lot more expensive than these medium-grade magic weapons." The stall owner looked embarrassed, he did have a halberd in his hand, which was a high-grade magic weapon, but looking at the young man in front of him, it didn't look like he could afford it.

"Don't worry, since I brought that high-grade magic weapon, as long as I hit it, hundreds of low-grade spirit crystals can also be afforded." The boy saw what the stall owner was thinking.

When the monk saw the young man say this, he thought to himself, "Could it be that this is the one who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger?" Hundreds of spirit crystals seemed to be worthless in his eyes.

He no longer hesitated, and took out the cold halberd from the square inch ring.

"Little brother, this halberd is called Fang Tian's painting halberd, and it is a real high-grade magic weapon. The lethality is far beyond ordinary weapons, not to mention you, even if you are a monk who builds the foundation and is a monk, you can't underestimate this halberd. ”

Wang Wujiu knew that the stall owner's words were false and real, and the high-grade magic weapons were indeed enough for the foundation building monks, but for the Jiedan monks, it was not uncommon, and many Jiedan monks had countless magic weapons in their hands, and most of the main ones were at least the level of spiritual weapons.

He took the Fang Tian painting halberd handed over by the stall owner, only to feel that his hand was cold, as heavy as a thousand pounds, if he was used to kill the enemy on the battlefield, he was afraid that it would be a peerless killing weapon.

"Okay, how many spirit crystals does this Fang Tian Painting Halberd have? I want to ......" Wang Wujiu was about to get off this halberd, but he felt a slight vibration on the halberd shaft in his hand, as if this Fang Tian halberd did not recognize himself as its owner.

The young man looked at the stall owner, there was clearly a weapon spirit in this Fang Tian painting halberd, it was an authentic spirit weapon, but for some reason, his strength was greatly reduced, and now he was reduced to the level of a high-grade magic weapon.

It's a pity that the stall owner's strength is low, and he can't see the mystery in this.

"Well, I won't force you." The boy muttered to himself.

Hearing this, the halberd in his hand regained its calm.

Wang Wujiu returned the halberd in his hand to the stall owner, and kindly reminded: "You double the price of this halberd, if you meet someone who is destined to play, you can also make a lot of money." ”

"Inexplicable!" The monk muttered, "If you can't afford it, you can't afford it, what to pretend." ”

If it weren't for the fear of causing trouble in the dry fish market, I'm afraid he would have beaten this mortal fat a long time ago.

Wang Wujiu didn't care about the monk's words, leaned over and asked, "Big brother, let me ask you something, if I want to buy a spiritual weapon, where should I go to the dry fish market?" ”

"Of course it's the dry fish shop......" The stall owner replied casually, wiping the halberd in his hand, and seeing that it was Wang Wujiu asking, he was angry: "You still need a spiritual weapon?" It's all right to make a fuss with me, but if you dare to frolic in the dry fish shop, be careful that your boy comes in vertically and goes out sideways. ”

"Where is the dry fish house......

Seeing that Wang Wujiu was about to ask again, the stall owner picked up a broom next to him and drove the young man to the middle of the street.

", don't come to me!"

The stall owner lamented in his heart, this is even if it is a gentleman of a family in Luoyang City, who stole the dry fish from the family, and he is also unlucky, how can he meet this kind of person.

"If you kid wants to live, don't go to the Dry Fish Shop to make trouble!" Seeing the boy walking into the distance, the stall owner opened his throat and shouted.

This stall owner, don't look at the knife mouth, I didn't expect it to be a tofu heart.

Wang Wujiu secretly laughed in his heart, feeling that the stall master monk who was tense just now was a lot cuter.

Wang Wujiu inquired along the way, and soon found the location of the dry fish shop.

Unlike the open-air vendors on the street, the Dry Fish Market is the only trading place in the Dry Fish Market with a storefront building. The main trading market here is located on the first and second floors of the Dry Fish Workshop, and the auctioned artifacts are handled and presided over by the people of the Dry Fish Workshop.

The magic weapon hall is located in the lobby on the first floor, at least the high-grade magic weapons can be auctioned, in addition, there are a few rare superb magic weapons appear in the lobby on the first floor.

The spirit hall is set up in the east and west wings on the second floor, the east wing is the auction hall for the lower grade spiritual weapons, and the west wing is the auction hall for the middle grade and above the spirit weapons.

Wang Wujiu asked the guys on the first floor clearly, and naturally he didn't linger much on the first floor, after all, a weapon in his hand was his second life, and if he could buy a spiritual weapon by chance, it would naturally be better to have a spiritual weapon.

Moreover, Wang Wujiu has an inexplicable self-confidence, maybe it won't be long before even the spiritual weapon will make him feel ripples.

Thinking about this, the boy rushed straight to the second floor.

"Guest officer, monks below the rank of Yudan are forbidden to enter the second floor."

Seeing that there was no aura of a cultivator on the person who came, two guards from the foundation building period stopped him with swords.

The young man arched his hand and frowned, "Two, my strength should be equal to the realm of Yudan." ”

Since the defeat of Li Zhi and the birth of the Star Purple Flame in the furnace in his body, his strength has increased greatly, coupled with observing the sword intent in front of the Hu Feng Stone Tablet, and cultivating the Purple Flame Divine Power in Hu Feng Village, his current realm should not be weaker than that of the Jiedan monk.

"Little brother, don't laugh," the guard was amused when he heard this: "If the distinction between realms is based on lip service, then our brothers and sons have to start as a primordial infant and turn into gods!" ”

"We don't blame you for your young age, let's go, what magic weapons do you want to buy, go to the street, there are a lot of good things there." The other guard couldn't hold back his back and burst out laughing.