Huang Yunfeng is far away from Qingle Palace, Rao is a mid-level magic weapon, and it took him four years to arrive.

Along the way, with the help of Panrenfeng, Jiang Ping bought a three-hundred-year-old dragon beard grass from tilapia, and for this reason, Jiang Ping also promised that if he could refine Yi Jindan, he would definitely refine one.

Huangyun Peak, named because of the yellow clouds in the sky, is a good scenery, the main peak of Huangyun Peak stands in the mountains, very majestic. But the Huang Yunfeng Fair is not on the peak, but on a relatively gentle col on its mountainside.

Panrenfeng's heart moved, and he hurriedly sent a message to Jiang Ping. He was in too much of a hurry, and he must have run over to let the other party see it. In this way, the other party will definitely bid a high price.

"Senior Brother Jiang, Senior Brother has taken a fancy to an alchemy furnace, yes, it is at the back of this stall, Senior Brother thinks it is at least a high-level magic weapon......!

Panrenfeng rushed to a stall set up by a bare monk, Jiang Ping didn't see many bald monks, there was one in the Purple Cloud Sect, and this time he saw another one.

This is no longer a roadside stall on Bluestone Road, but a vast bluestone square, and many stalls are placed around the square, most of which are placed by foundation building monks. In the middle of the square, there is a small circle of stalls, but the stall people are standing inside, making good use of this place.

Jiang Ping and tilapia glanced at each other, Panren Feng was the number one boss in the Treasure Hall, what treasure could enter his magic eyes, and let him be called a treasure!

"Senior Brother Jiang, I found a treasure!" Panren Feng laughed and ran straight to a stall.

Jiang Ping has a lot of spirit stones in his hands, and Jiang Ping can't look down on other ordinary magic weapons at all, and Jiang Ping really rarely sees these treasures taken out by the foundation building monks, and they are not as good as the spirit grass he got from the qi refining monks.

Huang Yunfeng's exchange meeting did not clearly indicate where the fields of qi refining, foundation building, and gold pill were, but they all consciously ranked up according to the level of cultivation. The more Jiang Ping and the three of them went up, the more they found that there were more and more foundation building monks.

After the three of them left, the other monks gathered around, and after a while a fat monk came, who lingered here for a moment, and left with a moving expression.

Jiang Ping shook his head, "No one dares to take out tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of spirit stones to take this risk easily. ”

"Jiang Ping, are you doing this, aren't you afraid that someone will take the lead, buy it first, and then sell it to you at a high price?"

Of course, if it's too far away, it won't have much effect.

"Where the phoenix grass blooms ten times, the dark purple purple ling, and the three-hundred-year-old dragon beard grass, please find this repair! "Jiang Ping left a wisp of divine consciousness on the top of the sign, as long as someone sent a message to it, Jiang Ping would also have a sense.

Suddenly, Jiang Ping had a thought in his heart, and it happened that someone on the side of the road had withdrawn the stall, and Jiang Ping immediately set up a sign at the stall.

Pan Renfeng handed over the proceeds to Jiang Ping, he didn't need these, he just helped Jiang Ping buy the spirit herb elixir.

Jiang Ping laughed: "I have three anchovy grasses, two of which are three hundred years old, but there are not many Ziling, only one." Dragon's beard grass was not found. ”

"Not bad, two anchovies, two purple lings. ”

"Senior brother, how is it?"

The two of them suddenly glanced at each other, and then they swam up from the bluestone road at great speed, and in an hour, they turned all the stalls.

Panren Feng laughed and praised reasonably.

Jiang Ping shook his head: "The people around me don't know the goods, if someone recognizes it as three hundred years, if they rob me, they won't be able to rise to a thousand spirit stones, and it won't be cost-effective at that time!"

"Senior Brother Jiang, it's really fast! If you talk about the price, you can't say that you can win it with four hundred spirit stones. "Climb the phoenix road.

Jiang Ping walked on the bluestone road, happy in his heart, although the anchovy grass is not as good as the dragon's beard grass, it is also more difficult to find.

The monks were unhappy in their hearts, but they didn't dare to do anything to him, so they slipped away.

The other monks were silent, what kind of stall are you setting up here, Monk Zhuji, or the breath of Qi refining......

"Two hundred spirit stones, that's ordinary anchovy grass, the anchovy grass sold by Lao Tzu has been opened ten times, it is the best anchovy grass, Lao Tzu is genuine here, I want to be greedy and get away!"

The faces of the two changed and they exclaimed, "Monk Zhuji!"

The two people who spoke were all Qi refining cultivators, and the swarthy stall owner glanced at them, and suddenly a strong aura erupted from his body.

"Perhaps, that Taoist friend in Tsing Yi is in need of anchovy grass, and would rather buy it at a high price!"

"Is this person a fool? five hundred spirit stones can buy two, but he only bought one!"

Leave the onlookers stunned.

Jiang Ping was overjoyed when he heard this, the price of anchovy grass is indeed very high, but it is worth it! Jiang Ping took out five hundred spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them directly to the stall owner, and he put the anchovy grass into the storage bag, and without saying a word, he turned around and left.

The other onlookers took a cold breath when they heard this, "Five hundred spirit stones! What a lion's mouth! How can the anchovy grass be sold for five hundred spirit stones at most? Could it be that the buyer is looking at the eyes and deliberately asking for a high price?"

"Five hundred?"

The stall owner was a dark-faced man, his huge palm was like a fan, he glanced up at Jiang Ping, and said, "This is anchovy grass, this one is five hundred spirit stones!"

Jiang Ping hugged his fists and thanked him, then pointed to a dark red spirit grass that was placed in black and asked the stall owner, "Fellow Daoist, how can this spirit grass be sold?"

Hearing this, Panren Feng turned his head and looked, "Tsk, Senior Brother Jiang is really strong, and the treasure you just put on the table was discovered by you." Maybe the senior brother won't compete with you, it's yours. ”

"Huh. Jiang Ping sighed lightly and looked at the treasure that had just been placed on the ground.

Walking all the way up, there were mostly small stalls set up by Qi refining cultivators on the side of the road, and some people sold the treasures, and directly rolled up the rest of the goods and left this place. Some monks saw the open space and put down their stalls and put the treasures to be sold on the black cloth spread on the ground.

Jiang Ping was stunned, he had heard this word, it was a mortal city, but he didn't expect the immortal cultivators to also make an auction.

"And the auction?"

"It's a place where Jindan people communicate, like us foundation monks, most of them trade in a few small or larger squares in front of that big place. However, if there is a treasure against the sky, it will also be auctioned off on the fifteenth day of each month. ”

Jiang Ping and the others shook their heads one after another.

"It took three thousand mortals and low-level immortal cultivators to build here, and it took ten years to build it, do you see that the biggest one is big?"

Walking up along a number of bluestone roads, high on the hillside, there are a lot of pavilions and pavilions, looking at its appearance, it seems that it has not been built for a long time.

Jiang Ping's consciousness swept away, this col is better said to be a broad hillside, go up along the hillside, divided into several roads, all paved with bluestone, on both sides of the bluestone road, it is like a mortal roadside stall, there are monks placed countless items, such as strange stones, spiritual herbs, elixirs, talismans, magic weapons, etc.

"That's none of our business, let's go shopping first. Tilapia was extremely eager for Yi Jindan, and couldn't help but urge the two.

"In this way, this exchange meeting is clearly agreed by the powerful boss of the Seven Color Sect, otherwise it would be impossible for the Ring Gate to manage this matter. Jiang Ping guessed.

Panren Feng laughed and explained the rules of Huang Yunfeng's exchange meeting to Jiang Ping and the others. Cleaning up the feces for spirit beasts, especially when seen by mortals, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the ashamed to gain a foothold in the door, right?

"There is an unwritten rule in this exchange meeting, the monks of the Seven Colors Gate can participate, but if there is a forced robbery, forced sale and forced buying, they will all be handed over to the precept for punishment. And the punishment of the door is simpler, they are all sealed and cultivated, and they go to the spirit beast hall to clean up the feces for the spirit beast for three months. ”

In the depressed sigh of tilapia, the three of them came out of the green clouds and slowly fell to the foot of Huangyun Peak.

Jiang Ping laughed, "Senior Brother Luo, you don't have to, with your height, no matter how much you hide, someone will want to know that it's you!"

Seeing that the chubby Jiang Ping had turned into a thin man, and the handsome Panrenfeng had turned into a soft-looking beautiful man, he looked at his burly material and smiled bitterly: "You two are so good to hide, what should I do!"

Jiang Ping thought about it and thought it was right, so he put the thin mask in the storage bag on his face.

"First, the wealth is not exposed, and there is no harm in covering up the original face, and second, the name of Jiang Danshi of your Qingle Palace is now well known to everyone, if you still use the face of the deity, it will cause you a lot of trouble. ”

"Oh, why is that?" Jiang Ping asked.

"Senior Brother Jiang, if you have a mask magic weapon, you'd better wear it. Panrenfeng glanced at Huang Yunfeng and said with a smile.

Qingyun's special shape has attracted the attention of many monks, and in the majestic Huangyun Peak, there are monks flying in and out from time to time, which is very noisy.

Jiang Ping smiled bitterly, for the boss of the Ring Gate Treasure Hall, he even played such a careful mind.

"Hey, this treasure is ......"

Jiang Ping's mind moved, and at this stall, he actually found a treasure that was very similar to the one in his storage bag!