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The Fang Market in the valley was completely different from what Su Musha had expected before, and from a distance, it was even inferior to the Fang Market that the disciples spontaneously organized within the Hanging Moon Demon Sect.

In the small valley, there are a few thatched houses, if it weren't for the indifferent monks walking in it, I am afraid that Su Musha would think that this is a dwelling.

Walking into the market, Su Musha is carrying an iron coffin like this, it is not strange in the casual cultivation, it is even more strange than Su Musha, and there are many monks who walk alone.

In just a few breaths, Su Musha had already seen several monks who were like Su Musha, carrying iron coffins.

After all, for these poorer casual cultivators, heavenly and earthly treasures may not be available, but corpses are everywhere, and refining corpses can often get greater help when their cultivation is weak, and many casual cultivators are keen on this way.

It's just that only Su Musha exudes a cold aura here, showing the horror of refining corpses in the iron coffin.

Xu is pregnant with a mirage demon Neidan, Su Musha walked in the market, but did not attract the attention of many monks, often subconsciously ignore Su Musha here, even if someone was alarmed by the cold air of refining corpses, they often glanced at Su Musha with a solemn expression, and left in a hurry.

The huge market is full of monks, and there is not much sound of conversation, even those stall owners, there are few loud shouts.

The four were lifeless, but it made Su Musha really feel the coolness of scattered cultivation.

Casually walked in front of a stall owner, the stall owner was a lean middle-aged man, his eye sockets were deep, and his skin was sickly pale, even if Su Musha stood in front of him, he didn't care, lying on the rocking chair, holding a jade slip in his hand, close to his eyebrows.

Su Musha glanced at the stall owner, and his consciousness was faintly checked, and he had already taken the stall owner's cultivation to heart.

It's just a loose cultivation in the middle of the Qi refining period, but it is the ghost aura on this loose cultivation that makes Su Musha a little sideways, and he never thought that he could meet his fellow Daoists when he first came to Fang City.

However, ghost cultivation consumes the most resources, and it must be because of this, this cultivator can not only be shackled to the realm of the middle of the qi refining period until he is middle-aged.

The things placed on the stall also looked a little messy, there were jade bottles containing Sheng Dan medicine, there were elixirs that looked dry, and even a few magic weapons that exuded a dim aura, but most of them were mutilated, and some of them were even stained with mud.

Su Musha glanced at it in shock, and was about to pick up an unknown herb on the table to take a look at it, but an indifferent voice suddenly came.

"If you don't buy it, don't touch it. ”

Su Musha looked up in surprise, the middle-aged cultivator was already sitting upright, and his eyes looked at Su Musha indifferently.

Xu is sitting upright, Su Musha can see the middle-aged Sanxiu face more clearly, a scar across his left face, and most of the skin has been burned, just looking at a face, it looks like a ghost, but Su Musha has seen too many things that are more hideous than this, but he is also calm.

"It's just that I don't know, what are the things you have here? ”

The middle-aged Sanxiu shrank from the cold in the iron coffin, and glanced at Su Musha again, as if to determine whether this person really meant to buy something.

He pointed to something on the table.

"This is a spiritual grass, which can refine the spirit pill, if you don't know how to refine the elixir, it is the same if you usually chew the branches and leaves......"

"This is the ...... of Qi Huang Gen"

"This,Sanqiye ......"

The middle-aged casual cultivator said for a long time, and Su Musha frowned when he heard it, these herbs are all common, and most of them are suitable for Qi refining period cultivators, and they are useless for a foundation-building real person like Su Musha.

Later, the middle-aged casual cultivator pointed to a few broken magic weapons on the side, and his words were even more concise.

"This is a ...... taken from a ghost cultivator"

"This knife is the ...... of the body refining cultivator"

"This mourning umbrella...... It's the ...... of you who drive out the corpses."

"This is the Pure Yang Jade Sword, it should still be able to be used ......"

After listening to it for a long time, the corners of Su Mu's mouth couldn't help twitching, he didn't expect this person to also do the business of picking up corpses with shoulder straps, but thinking about it, it was also suitable for these casual cultivators.

In the forest of a thousand mountains, there are always a few people with grievances, fighting, even if there are no grievances, for the sake of cultivation resources, it is not impossible to kill the killer, I can't say, most of these things come from this way.

It's just that these mutilated magic weapons, Su Musha doesn't have a few that can be seen.

Seeing that Su Musha was not interested, the middle-aged casual cultivator also pursed his lips and stopped talking.

At this time, Su Musha's gaze fell on a dagger in the corner of the stall.

"This ...... Which corpse did you pull from again?"

"This dagger is not picked, how many years, I have forgotten who paid it to me, sharp is sharp, if the strength is great, even the gravel can be cut with a knife, but unfortunately, I don't know what materials are used to melt and cast, this thing can't be refined, and it can't be turned into a magic weapon." ”

Su Mu's eyes were silent, and he already knew that this thing was like a chicken rib for too many real people who built the foundation.

Sharp is indeed sharp, looking at the sharp sword, Su Musha feels that his current body is afraid that he can't stop this knife, and even the sharpness of this knife is still above Su Musha's imagination.

But if you can't sacrifice it, you can only hold it in your hand.

For Zhuji Zhenren, it is often a flying sword together, fighting in the air, is it difficult to fight with people in close quarters?

Pouting, Su Musha pointed to the dagger and said to the middle-aged Sanxiu:

"This thing, three remnant souls, I want it. ”

Scattered cultivation, who already did not have the slightest nature of speaking, suddenly raised his head and looked at Su Musha with burning eyes, he himself was a casual cultivator, and now when he heard that there was a remnant soul, his eyes were even hotter.

"Five...... No, four!"

"Deal!"

Su Mu is a ghost cultivator who builds a foundation, and there are not many other things on his body, but there are a lot of them in the remnant soul storage bag.

Putting the dagger into the storage bag, Su Musha turned around and left, walking towards the next stall, leaving only the middle-aged cultivator who packed up the package and left in a hurry.

......

After a while, Su Musha stood in place, his expression thoughtful.

"Clutch Flower, Grass Green Seed, Phantom God Fruit ......"

"Seventeen kinds of auxiliary medicines are only enough for fifteen, and there are still seven leaf demon flowers and purple frost bone powder...... The Seven-Leaf Demon Flower can also refine the Demon Beast Transformation Pill, and the Purple Frost Bone Demon is even more difficult to see, these two auxiliary medicines are just rare. ”

When Su Mu was standing with his hands in his hands and his expression contemplative, not far away, an old man carrying an iron coffin suddenly walked towards Su Musha.

"This fellow Daoist, I don't know what to call it, where is the Immortal Township?"

The old man's voice woke Su Mu up from his contemplation, and he couldn't help but look at the old man.

"The concept of common life, the poor and the poor. ”