Ding Min didn't expect Mo Ci to teach her the spell immediately.

But she can gradually get closer to Mo Ci first.

Anyway, Mo Ci is so powerful, and being good friends with her will benefit and harmless.

Mo Ci also saw that Ding Min had something to ask for.

She looked at Ding Min fixedly for a while, and readily agreed.

……

Five days went by in a flash.

Senior Brother Zhang was as he said before, even if Mo Ci completed his daily tasks on time, he did not distribute spirit beads.

Mo Ci knew that his strength was not good, so he silently endured the grievances and devoted all his time to cultivation.

However, her spirit was basically an inferior four-spirit root, coupled with the lack of spiritual energy, she cultivated for five days, and the spiritual power in her body barely increased.

Mo Ci's desire to earn spirit beads became more and more urgent.

This day is the day when the trade fair is held.

Mo Ci rarely went to the chores office in advance to hand in the task, and then she returned to the house.

Ding Min was already waiting outside the house, and when he saw Mo Ci, a smile immediately bloomed on his face, "Senior Sister Mo." ”

Mo Ci nodded: "Let's go." ”

Ding Min looked at Mo Ci's empty hands in surprise, and without saying much, he led her in the direction of the mountain gate.

Since Mo Ci joined the sect, he has never left the Qingyun Sect, and while walking, he watched the scenery on both sides.

In comparison, Ding Min was obviously very familiar with this road, and his footsteps were hurried along the way, almost not stopping.

On the way, Mo Ci asked, "Who is holding this fair?" What should I do if someone robs me in the middle of the process? ”

"Senior Sister Mo don't worry, although the exchange meeting was organized by the outer disciples themselves, it has already passed the clear path with the elders in charge.

If someone dares to make trouble, the sect will not sit idly by. ”

After crossing another side road, the two arrived at the fork in the road that Ding Min had said before.

It's a triangular flat area, and a lot of people have gathered at this time.

At a glance, most of them were miscellaneous disciples wearing dark gray Taoist robes, and occasionally a few light gray Taoist robes were mixed in.

"Here we are." Ding Min stopped and lowered his voice, "Senior Sister Mo, it's the first time you come here, and you don't know the rules, I'll take you around first." ”

"Okay."

The fair is like a small bazaar, where the disciples place the things they want to sell on black cloth, forming scattered and simple stalls.

Ding Min made up his mind to be good friends with Mo Ci, and was very patient to accompany Mo Ci to see one stall after another, and helped her introduce her from time to time.

After looking at a few stalls, Mo Ci was not interested.

She should have thought that the miscellaneous disciples were originally the lowest level of existence in the Qingyun Sect, and they didn't have any precious items in their hands, most of them were some low-grade pills and rune papers.

These things don't do much to her, and they sell a lot of money.

A basic Qi Induction Pill requires a hundred spirit beads, that is, a low-grade spirit stone.

Mo Ci was slightly disappointed in his heart.

When she retracted her gaze and was about to walk forward, she found that there were many people surrounding a stall not far away, with three floors inside and three floors outside.

Ding Min's surprised voice sounded in her ears, "Senior Sister Mo, let's go over and take a look, there must be something good ahead!" ”

Mo Ci quickened his pace when he heard this.

When she rushed over, she happened to hear a sentence from inside, "Water Mirror Technique, ten lower grade spirit stones will be exchanged, no bargaining!" ”

As soon as the voice fell, the surroundings became noisy.

"Shhh I actually want ten lower-grade spirit stones! It took me so many years to save five lower-grade spirit stones. ”

"Come on, be content, the price of ten lower-grade spirit stones is cheap enough, and the last time Senior Brother Han sold the Escape Technique, it cost twenty lower-grade spirit stones."

"Ten lower-grade spirit stones, I want them!"

“……”

The outcry came and went.

In the end, the Water Mirror Technique was sold at the price of twelve lower-grade spirit stones.

Until the crowd dispersed, Ding Min, who was standing on the periphery, couldn't see who bought the water mirror technique.

Her eyes were full of envy: "I heard that the Water Mirror Technique can reflect an attack, and it is the most suitable defensive spell for the Water Spirit Root. ”

Ding Min is also a four-spirit root, among which there is a water spirit root.

At the time of the introductory test, the uncle in charge of the test told her that among her four spiritual roots, the water spirit root was the strongest, and in the future, she should focus on the cultivation of water spells.

However, so far, she has only mastered the basic spell of the water system, the dust removal technique.

Ding Min was full of water mirror techniques that had been bought by someone at this time, and he didn't notice Mo Ci's gradually deep eyes on the side.

"It turns out that low-level spells are so valuable." Mo Ci thought secretly in his heart.

She had a lot of spells in her head.

Not to mention the Qi refining period, even if it was a spell cultivated by the Yuan Infant Old Monster, she could find out more than a dozen.

As long as she casually sells a few spell formulas, she doesn't have to worry about spirit stones.

And spell mantras can be recycled, that is to say, a spell that she can sell to many people at the same time.

Mo Ci's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the blood in his body was bubbling and flowing, as if it was about to boil in the next moment.

However, soon, the anger in Mo Ci's heart was vented.

Her eyes gradually calmed down.

No, she can't do that.

It's a dead end.

She can earn spirits by selling spells, but this method doesn't last.

Her current strength at the third level of Qi refining is like an ant in the huge Qingyun Sect.

Not to mention a proud son like Shen Yunge, even Senior Brother Zhang can crush her to death with one finger.

The news spread that she had a cultivation spell in her hand, and she dared to guarantee that she would not live for more than three days.

The people in the Qingyun Sect are not good men and women.

The encounter of the evil cultivator Fang Yunlang in the Qingyun Sect is a lesson from the past.

Mo Ci suppressed the thought just now and refocused on the stall.

In the following time, Mo Ci passed by the stalls selling spells several times.

In the fiercest competition, the two miscellaneous disciples almost started a fight, but in the end, they were stopped by the dark gray robe named disciple who sold spells.

Seeing this, Mo Ci sighed several times in his heart before suppressing the regret that was about to overflow into his eyes.

She continued walking, and in the stall in front of her, a rather strangely shaped object burst into view.

It is oval-shaped, two palm-sized, and covered with cyan moss on its surface.

When Mo Ci saw it, a subtle feeling immediately rose in his heart.

This ball is not simple!

She looked up and couldn't help but be surprised.

The stall owner sitting cross-legged behind the ball was a young man who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a delicate appearance, wearing a light gray Taoist robe, and like Mo Ci, he was also a third-level Qi refining cultivator.

But what is even more striking is the red and gray cloud of luck above his head.

It wasn't that Mo Ci hadn't seen two colors in luck before.

Shen Yunge's luck was red mixed with a touch of purple.

But the two colors of her luck are blended with each other, and it is difficult to distinguish each other.

However, there is a clear gap between the red and gray colors on the top of the young stall owner's head, which seem to be mutually exclusive.

This was the first time Mo Ci had encountered this situation.

She couldn't help but stop and look at it for a few more moments.

"Eh, where did Mo Fan find such a strange thing?"