After resting for two days, Luo Qingli and Lu Heng Ye Xiliang walked around the city.

The things that need to be added are basically ready, but at this time, all kinds of monks gather together, Taoist cultivators, demon cultivators, and maybe even demon cultivators from the Great Wilderness. Whether it's sitting and talking, or exchanging items, it can be a gain for each other.

Luo Qingli made a rough estimate, the number of Jindan monks in the city, to say the least, was more than five hundred, and this was only settled in the Nine Strings City, and when the day the big array really opened, this number would only be more and not less.

It is not easy for a monk to cultivate all the way to the Jindan stage, becoming a high-level monk means that he has a place in the immortal cultivation world, there are too many uncontrollable dangers in the array, if he is not confident enough in himself, or he is trapped in his own cultivation realm, he may hesitate in the face of this opportunity, just like the seven sons of this generation of jade toad, except for Zhao Xuanting, the rest did not choose to come to the Central Plains.

Of course, there are also people who firmly believe that wealth and wealth are sought in danger, as long as they think of the opportunities inside, there are people who are willing to fight with their lives, and once they can come out alive, they will be earned.

The three of them took a turn in Fang City, Luo Qingli picked a few ores at random, Lu Heng and Ye Xiliang were both refining masters, and they knew at a glance that those were all materials used to warm and refine the magic weapon.

The monk's natal magic weapon can be enhanced with the growth of his own cultivation, and in this process, the monk can also collect various materials according to his own ideas and refine them repeatedly, so that the magic weapon is more in line with his own heart.

Lu Heng shook his head, "The texture and fineness of these stones are not too good, and the things in the market are basically at this level, let's go to the trade fair to have a look, if you are lucky, you can meet real good goods." ”

As a half-land snake, Lu Heng obviously understands the market very well, and took the two of them around the market, and finally turned into a small courtyard.

The outside of the small courtyard looked deserted, but it was quite lively inside, and as soon as she entered the door, a maid from the Qi refining period greeted her, bowed respectfully, and led the three of them to the second floor.

Out of the staircase is an open corridor, the layout is simple, there are several private rooms on the left and right of the corridor, and the prohibition in front of the door is also very exquisite.

Lu Heng explained to them as he walked: "This is the high-level trading club of Jiuxian City, only high-level monks can come up, each small hall can accommodate fifteen people, and when the number of people is full, they will start trading. ”

The female cultivator in charge of the reception on the second floor was already in the foundation building period, bowed slightly towards the three of them, and presented three special jade plaques.

Luo Qingli took the jade plaque, and her body was suddenly covered with a layer of mist, enveloping her whole person, the function of this mist is nothing more than to isolate the divine sense and gaze of others, enough to protect the privacy of visitors.

Lu Heng and Ye Xiliang were the same, but when the three of them looked at each other, they were not affected.

The nun said softly: "Senior, there are just three more people left in the Jiazi Hall to start, I don't know how many seniors ......"

"It's all about the Koko Hall. Lu Heng waved his hand, and the nun answered, leading them to the deepest part of the corridor.

There were already twelve people sitting in the Jiazi Hall, sitting around in twos and threes, each of them was shrouded in a layer of mist, except for the people who were traveling together, they couldn't see each other's appearance clearly, and they couldn't even judge their specific cultivation, only vaguely felt that each other was a monk of the same level.

The three of them picked a place to sit down, and when the number of people was full, the fair began.

There is no person in charge of the trade fair here, but according to the customary rules, they will come forward to trade in turn, and then the two parties will each pay a certain amount of spirit stones as a handling fee.

The first one to step forward was a medium-sized male cultivator sitting near the door, this person walked to the middle, and hugged his fist as a salute, "Fellow Daoists, there is a piece of fine golden silk purple bamboo in the lower hand, and here I want to exchange a three-thousand-year-old Ice Heart Grass for all Daoists." ”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of bamboo about two feet from the storage bag, which was dark purple on the surface, and there were many golden lines on it, like gold threads embedded in it.

Luo Qingli and Lu Heng glanced at each other, and their eyes invariably fell on the peace charm hanging from each other's waists.

Purple bamboo was originally just an ordinary spiritual plant, but the golden silk purple bamboo is only produced in Penglai Zhou, which is a thing of Buddhism, and those fine gold threads on it are actually generated by the Buddha's cultivation and Buddha thoughts for a long time, and the value is not the same.

These two peace charms were made by Juehui back then, and the material was gold and purple bamboo, of course, the quality was better than that taken out by this male cultivator.

This thing is mainly a Buddhist thing, placed in normal times, basically no one wants, but at this time it coincides with the opening of the Void Underworld Array, and there are not a few ghosts and evil things in the array.

There were obviously many people present who were interested in this golden silk purple bamboo.

Ye Xiliang shook his head and said: "At this time, even if you replace the golden silk purple bamboo and immediately retreat and start refining, it will be too late, it can't be made into a magic weapon, and only relying on the golden silk purple bamboo itself has a little Buddha nature, which can not be of much use in the big array." ”

Lu Heng couldn't help laughing at him, "Who can cultivate to Jindan, who is really an honest person?"

Ye Xiliang bent his lips, and sure enough, no one present responded.

The male cultivator holding the golden silk purple bamboo was silent for a moment, and then added: "A piece of golden silk purple bamboo, plus 50,000 spirit stones, in exchange for a three-thousand-year-old ice heart grass." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a female cultivator in the corner burst out laughing, and everyone couldn't help but look at it, and the female cultivator smiled and groaned: "This fellow Daoist, this piece of golden silk purple bamboo, the year is only two thousand years at most, do you still want to exchange this with 50,000 spirit stones for 3,000 years of spiritual grass?"

There are not many people who know about the spiritual plants of Buddhism, and at first everyone was interested in the golden silk purple bamboo only because of their particularity.

The male cultivator holding the golden silk purple bamboo was silent for a moment, and then added: "A piece of golden silk purple bamboo, plus 50,000 spirit stones, in exchange for a three-thousand-year-old ice heart grass." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a female cultivator in the corner burst out laughing, and everyone couldn't help but look at it, and the female cultivator smiled and groaned: "This fellow Daoist, this piece of golden silk purple bamboo, the year is only two thousand years at most, do you still want to exchange this with 50,000 spirit stones for 3,000 years of spiritual grass?"

There are not many people who know about the spiritual plants of Buddhism, and at first everyone was interested in the golden silk purple bamboo only because of their particularity.

As soon as he finished speaking, a female cultivator in the corner burst out laughing, and everyone couldn't help but look at it, and the female cultivator smiled and groaned: "This fellow Daoist, this piece of golden silk purple bamboo, the year is only two thousand years at most, do you still want to exchange this with 50,000 spirit stones for 3,000 years of spiritual grass?"