After a night of silence, the next day after meditating, after breakfast, everyone naturally left the inn again and went out towards the inner city, at this time there were two days before the big set was started, and more and more guests came to the wooden building to stay in the hotel.

When they arrived in the inner city together, everyone in the Gan family broke up again and went their separate ways until it was dark.

Wan Qingping still didn't buy anything this day, anyway, there are still a few days, don't worry, this low-level pill is not a precious thing, there is no possibility of selling out of stock at all.

When I went back, the wooden building where Wan Qingping lived had already hung a sign saying "This store is full", and it seems that the attraction of Huafengfang Daji to the monks is really not ordinary.

"Why don't we go to the stall tomorrow, what do you think?" During the meal, everyone talked about today's news with high interest, and finally Gan Pingling said.

"Is there a place to set up a stall here?" asked a Gan family kid.

"Naturally, how can such a big fang market have less stalls, although I have never been to Huafengfang before, but I have been to the two small markets around our Gan family that open regularly, where there are places for monks who specialize in casual cultivation or temporary buying and selling items, how can Huafengfang not be?"

"Where's that place?"

"Just call Xiao Er and ask!"

Xiao Er was summoned over, and soon told him where the stall was located, and everyone agreed to go there tomorrow to see if they could find something cheap.

It is said that monks with good vision like to go to the place where they set up stalls, and most of the stalls there are scattered cultivators, and many precious things are sold by them without knowing them, so there are often rumors that people have found treasures in the stall area.

Listening to the discussion, Wan Qingping suddenly became hot, and he couldn't wait to go to the place where the stall was set up tomorrow to find treasures, and it was best to find something to make himself build a foundation immediately!

"By the way, why haven't you seen Aunt Fourteen these days?" a child of the Gan family suddenly asked.

"yes, I haven't been seen since the first day. Another child of the Gan family also agreed.

"I guess there's something important going on! In my opinion, Aunt Fourteen appeared on the last day, but I was afraid to see her old man, when I was a child, I was punished to stand on one foot for an hour at a time, and I fainted twice!"

"Haha, Pingchun, your kid is not as miserable as me, I was back then" Everyone laughed.

When the day came, the monks who lived in the wooden buildings came down to the top of the dining hall and went out to the inner city, either alone or in groups.

"This is the stall area of Huafengfang? It's just different! The two small fang markets I've been to can't be compared with here at all, you see here, they all have roofs for these monks to set up stalls to shelter from the wind and rain!" Gan Pingling pointed to the roof supported by the thick pillars three zhang high, and said in amazement, these pillars are all black stone pillars that are integrated into one, and there is one every two zhang away.

How many roots, Wan Qingping didn't count, but there must be a lot, because the area of the stall area is not ordinarily large, about thirty acres of land, and the stall place is covered by a huge roof above, and the pillars supporting the roof will certainly not be less.

The stall area is divided by several long hemp ropes, the inside of which allows for stalls, while the outside of the hemp rope is a walkway.

On the inside of the hemp rope are monks dressed in various colors, or sitting on the ground without elaboration, or a futon under the buttocks. And in front of these people there was a mess of things, everything, elixirs, elixirs, ores, seeds, magic weapons. Books.

There are complete, and naturally there are many incomplete, such as some spears with broken handles, scimitars with gaps, broken armor, broken wood carvings, and old incense burners

It is said that there are also people who specialize in fakes, that is, they make something antique, which looks quite old, and then use it to deceive those monks who are trying to pick up leaks.

But the transactions here are all voluntary, no one will force anyone, look away, that's you deserve it, really find a treasure, that's your luck or good eyesight.

There is no sign introduction in the store here, and Wan Qingping, who is only slightly better than the rookie, is very dizzy, because most of the items are not recognized.

"Come on, come on, everyone take a look! Don't regret it! This thing is a treasure map that I found in a historic site, and I got it after nine deaths and a lifetime, and now I am selling ten spirit stones, which is simply a free gift to someone who is destined to do it! If you don't sell it, it's my fault, if you don't buy it, then you missed your fate!"

"Ancestral secret book, ancestral secret book, my ancestor was also generous back then, out of the Jindan monk, it is said that my ancestor is from this secret book to understand the supreme supernatural power, what, this son, you are simply too knowledgeable, I sell you forty spirit stones, don't forget to bring your little brother when you are full of magical powers!"

Listening to the exaggerated introductions of the stall owners, I can't wait to praise everything I have as a rare treasure in the sky and the only one in the ground, which makes Wan Qingping dumbfounded and speechless, this is simply a realistic copy of selling strong pills in the cultivation world!

Tips: The new domain name "biquge.info" has been launched by Biquge, and the original domain name is about to be discontinued. Please tell each other, thank you!