On the bustling streets, there is an endless stream of cultivators coming and going, and the small vendors on the roadside may be cultivators or ordinary people, all of whom have neatly discharged their goods, waiting for someone to come and buy them. There is no need to worry about forced buying and selling in this Treasure Fort, there are several guards in strange costumes patrolling every hundred or so steps, and if there is any trouble, they will be severely punished. It is precisely in this way that we can ensure that the daily wealth of this treasure fort is continuous, and scattered repairs from all over the country have come one after another, forming such a large-scale bazaar.

In the crowd, a young man walked up, his face was like a crown of jade, he was carrying a giant sword with a strange style behind him, and a simple wooden hairpin like a branch on his head, exuding a calm breath, and it was a treasure at a glance. But the clothes on this young man's body made all the people with bad intentions look away, the white clothes with gold edges, and the quaint peaks embroidered like strange dragons on the cuffs, all show that this son is extraordinary, and he is already a disciple of the Miaocheng Sect who leads a single peak.

Gan Ping squatted on his shoulder, this person and a monkey were each holding a spirit fruit and feasting, and there were bursts of spiritual power coming from the stall on the side, which made Gan Ping and Huo'er frightened. Turning his head to look, the cultivators were standing in front of a stall and turning something, the cultivation of several people was not very high, the highest one was only the realm of the first level of liquid, and there was an old man sitting behind the stall, where he was sleepy and had no energy at all. This old man's qi and blood are weak, and he doesn't have any fluctuations in his true yuan mana, so it is obvious that he is an ordinary person who can't cultivate like that boss Zhang.

There were all kinds of things in the stall, and Gan Ping's sharp eyes saw that there were a few kinds of spiritual power fluctuations, which were obviously ordinary things. The people standing in front of the stall were rummaging through them, muttering something in their mouths, and the old man looked disapproving.

Walking forward, Gan Ping looked around, Huo'er jumped on top of the stall in a hurry, and scratched wildly together, making the stall a big mess. The few cultivators who were looking at something frowned, and suddenly saw the abnormal fire of the divine horse, and their eyes couldn't help but light up, and the fiery eyes made the fire pout at them. Several people hurriedly looked at Gan Ping, between which Gan Ping, who was dressed in white, was staring at Huo'er's every move, ignoring them, and the monk who was the highest cultivator was just about to speak, when he suddenly saw Gan Ping's clothes, and swallowed his words stiffly.

Gan Ping didn't pay attention to him, thinking that he must have noticed the extraordinaryness of Huo'er and wanted to pay attention to it, and there were countless people with such eyes along the way, but when he saw the appearance of his clothes, he stopped thinking. Gan Ping couldn't help but sigh once again that he was lucky to be a disciple of the great sect, if it weren't for this costume, he would have been overwhelmed.

At this time, Huo'er had already come out of the mess, holding an object in his hand, and happily offering treasure to Gan Ping. Gan Ping stretched out his hand to take it, slightly stunned, and looked at it, it turned out to be a wooden drum less than the size of a palm, which was engraved with mysterious and simple patterns, and a desolate atmosphere came to his face. Fiddling with the small strand in his hand, Gan Ping frowned slightly, no matter how he injected spiritual power into it, he didn't react.

I thought about it, but I couldn't see enough of it, and I couldn't make out what it was. The cultivator with the highest cultivation on the side saw Gan Ping's face was embarrassed, and his heart was slightly amused, but he had the intention of forming a good fate, so he said: "Xiaoyou doesn't know what this is?" "Oh?" Gan Ping raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and turned to the man, "The kid is stupid, I really can't see what this is, can Daoyou tell me one or two?"

That Gan Ping in the world was so easy to talk to, he couldn't help but feel a little proud, it was also a good thing to be able to form a good relationship with the disciples of such famous sects. "I don't think much of Xiaoyou go out to practice, but I don't know much about this kind of witchcraft. The one in your hand is the witch drum used by the Wu people, although it is not very common, it is not a rare thing in the Zihua Immortal Mansion. ”

The man said it badly in front of the stall owner, so he had to vaguely mention Gan Ping, although this witch drum is rare, but it is also useless. Gan Ping naturally knew that he understood it when he heard the word witchcraft. This witch weapon is a common thing used by the people of the ancient witch clan, most of them are made of materials that are difficult for strange cultivators to understand, and their effects are also strange. This witch drum is obviously also a chicken rib thing, this kind of witch weapon cannot be activated by relying on the true element mana, and only by relying on the unique magic power of the witch people can it show a strange effect.

After thanking him, Gan Ping continued to fiddle with the witch drum in his hand, this small drum didn't know what it was made of, the whole body was not stone or wood, it was extremely hard and did not sound, like a solid stone drum, and the outside was densely pasted with a layer of colorful feathers, which looked quite beautiful. After fiddling for a while, Gan Ping asked the silent stall owner: "May I ask the old man, how do you sell this thing?" Seeing that the old man was quite old, he looked older than Grandpa Ma in Ma Jiaji, although the other party was an ordinary person, Gan Ping was embarrassed to hold it up, and called his father-in-law.

The old man squinted his eyes as if he was asleep, but he had been staring at it for a long time, and when he heard Gan Ping ask for the price, he opened a pair of cloudy eyes and said slowly: "You can take everything on the stall here, as long as you have a seven-grade flying sword." ”

"What? You're crazy!"

The Sanxiu who was talking to Gan Ping just now almost jumped up, "You old man, you are really shameless, don't you look at this little brother's rich net worth and come to blackmail him? People ask you about something, you actually want to sell all these things, and you have to exchange them for a seven-grade flying sword, aren't you poor and crazy? You see that you have anything valuable in this stall, and you actually want to..."

This person was thundering, wanting to show himself in front of Gan Pingman, but he couldn't help but see Gan Ping's rather displeased eyes, so he swallowed the rest of the words. Looking at Gan Ping's displeased expression, this person had a burst of belly slander in his heart, if it weren't for the sake of pleasing you, why should I bother with this idle matter, this sycophant actually slapped the horse's leg.

Gan Ping didn't say anything, but the shouts of the person beside him attracted the crowd in the distance for a few years, and he couldn't help but feel slightly displeased, this person was so amazingly noisy. Stopping the person from talking, Gan Ping turned to the old man, "Do you think the old man has anything here that is worthy of the seven-rank flying sword?" The words were tepid, without the slightest hint of annoyance. At this time, when the onlookers saw Gan Ping's attitude, they couldn't help but secretly admire, they really looked like a famous family calmly.

When the old man heard Gan Ping's words, he couldn't help but snort a little, maybe he was also slightly nervous when he saw so many "immortals" looking at him. Looking at Gan Ping's eyes as warm as jade, he said worriedly: "I don't know what is valuable here, but I just want to exchange it for a seven-rank flying sword, if you have it, these things can be taken." ”

Everyone couldn't help but be in an uproar when they heard this, this old man was not a cultivator, he couldn't see the fluctuation of spiritual power, and he actually took such a lot of things to deceive people, and the lion opened his mouth widely, and one mouth was a seven-grade flying sword, which was really unbelievably thick. These casual cultivators are not very rich, a sixth-grade flying sword is a life, and the seventh-grade flying sword is slightly lower depending on the person's level, but it is impossible for everyone to have one. Seeing the old man say this, they all thought that the old man was just looking at Gan Ping's young age and rich net worth to take the opportunity to blackmail. One by one, they were filled with righteous indignation and accused the old man of coming.

Gan Ping frowned slightly, ignored the words of these people beside him, and said to the old man: "I don't have this seven-grade flying sword, but it's a pity that there is nothing ready-made in my hands now." If not, how about I exchange twenty Mingsui pills for this?" As soon as these words came out, the noisy people on the side couldn't help but be stunned, they didn't expect that this Gan Ping really wanted to be this wronged leader, and what they didn't expect was that this son actually took out the Mingsui pill.

According to common sense, these twenty seven-grade pills can be exchanged for a flying sword, but due to the scarcity of Mingsui pills, the old man has taken a huge advantage, and he can't help but look at the old man with envy, thinking about why he didn't meet a wronged boss like Gan Ping.

In the eager eyes of everyone, the old man made a reply that made everyone squirt blood: "I only need a seven-grade flying sword, not an elixir!"