The people surnamed Huang have been living in the black demon realm, where have they seen such a prosperous scene, just crossed the city gate, they saw the high-rise buildings on both sides, the crowds on the street surging, the sound of selling, bargaining, endless.

At first, I didn't know why it was so lively, but after walking for a while, everyone knew that the market was a place to change things.

Fang Yan noticed the expressions of the people, explained a few words, and was about to let them each leave when he suddenly thought of something, immediately entered the nearest shop, quickly came out, sent a message jade talisman to each of them, and after teaching them how to use it, waved their hands and let them go by themselves, but said that they would meet at the gate of the city in two hours.

Everyone dispersed, and even Liu'er, who was the most sticky dialect, left excitedly with a group of people, holding a Qiankun bag given to her by dialect.

After seeing that everyone had left, Fang Yan also walked slowly along the street, and when he came to this Qingyun Market for the first time, he naturally took a good look.

What the dialect needs is spiritual grass, and it is also necessary to equip everyone with a batch of magic weapons, but everyone's cultivation is still shallow, and they can't use high-end goods, as long as the magic weapon is enough, these are not in a hurry, you can buy them in any shop.

What Fang Yan wants to find is an auction house, those few things are so difficult, if you can buy the best in the auction house, you can save yourself a lot of time to go to the East China Sea or the Mangsha Desert to find it.

This Qingyun Bazaar is really extraordinary, even the road stalls have a lot of good things, of course, that is for ordinary monks, now most of the magic weapons on Fang Yan's body are above the middle grade treasures, and there is even a semi-spiritual weapon, these superb magic weapons are naturally not looked at, but some materials are good, and Fang Yan did not bargain, so he bought some.

Before seeing the auction, Fang Yan saw the name of a shop on the side of the road 'Baiyaolou', and learned from Yujianzhong that there was a sect called Baiyaomen nearby, which was a sect famous for alchemy, and wanted to come to this Baiyaolou was their industry.

Fang Yan stepped into the Hundred Medicine Building, and sure enough, it was a pill shop, and there were a lot of natural spirit grasses.

There were a lot of people inside, all of them were in front of the counter to buy the elixir spirit grass, and the dialect also followed them to look at the goods in this shop, but unfortunately the pills bought and sold in this shop were not very good, and the highest level was only the three-grade pill, no wonder the people who bought here were all some monks in the early stage of foundation building and qi refining period.

Fang Yan stretched out his hand and called a guy to ask, "I want some high-grade pills, I wonder if you have them here?"

The guy raised his eyes and looked at the dialect: "What grade of elixir do Daoyou need?" ”

"At least four grades or more, five grades are the best. ”

The guy looked up and down at the dialect and said, "Fellow Daoist, the four pins of pills are available in our store, but the price is not low." ”

"The price is not the issue, the key is what I can use. ”

Hearing the words of the dialect, although he had some doubts about the cultivation of the dialect, this guy only thought that the dialect was the second ancestor of which sect, took out a jade talisman and entered a mana into it.

Soon, another person who looked like a steward came down from upstairs and said to him, "You sent the message, I don't know which Daoist needs a high-grade elixir." ”

"Deacon Long is this fellow Daoist. ”

"En?" Deacon Long is already a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, looking at the cultivation of the dialect, he is a little unconvinced, a four-grade pill costs at least a hundred thousand spirit stones, which is not something that ordinary monks in the early stage of foundation building can buy.

Fang Yan knew what the other party meant, and casually took out a few spirit grasses to show the other party, these were obtained from the poison Luo secret room, Fang Yan has not been used, not to sell them, but to let this guy know that he is not short of spirit stones.

Sure enough, seeing a few spiritual grasses in Fang Yan's hand, Deacon Long's expression immediately changed: "Fellow Daoist, please upstairs." ”

followed Deacon Long to the second floor, there were not so many people here, there were only a dozen in total, and the cultivation was also in the late stage of foundation building, and there was even a dialect who thought that it should be a Jindan monk.

After introducing the dialect into a soundproof secret room, Deacon Long got straight to the point and asked, "I don't know what pills you need?"

"I need to repair the elixir of the divine soul, at least four grades or more, I don't know if your store has one. ”

"Repair the Divine Soul? Above the fourth grade, Daoyou, the pill for repairing the Divine Soul is not an ordinary pill, and the price is several times more expensive than an ordinary pill. ”

"Oh, that means there is, don't worry, the price is not an issue. The dialect said.

Deacon Long responded: "Okay, we have two kinds of elixirs for repairing the soul here, one is the Soul Rejuvenation Pill, and the other is the Illusion God Pill, both of which are four-grade pills, each with miraculous effects, I don't know which one you need?"

Soul Rejuvenation Pill, Phantom God Pill, it turned out to be these two pills, Fang Yan was a little disappointed when he heard it, these two pills are mentioned in the Dan Ling Formula, what Fang Yan wants is an elixir for the old man and the Nine Illusions to repair the soul, neither of these two is very applicable.

"Don't hide it from fellow Daoists, these two elixirs are not very suitable, I don't know if your store has any high-grade spirit grasses, such as sword butterfly orchid grass or passion green wood flowers. ”

As soon as Deacon Long heard it, he knew that Fang Yan was an expert, and his knowledge of the spirit herb pill was no less than his own, these two spirit grasses were five-grade spirit grasses, and they were both excellent spirit grasses for repairing the soul, and at the same time, he also understood why Fang Yan didn't want those two kinds of pills.

"Fellow Daoist, these two kinds of spirit grass are five-grade spirit grasses, and the price is not comparable to four-grade elixirs, no matter which one of them requires millions of spirit stones, you will only find this grade spirit grass when you come to me. ”

"Oh, really, please let me two plants each, I don't know how much it costs. ”

Deacon Long couldn't think that the dialect would ask for four plants as soon as he opened his mouth, and after a pause, he said: "Fellow Daoist, there is no Sword Butterfly Youlan Herb Shop for the time being, if you need it, can you wait one more day, come and get it tomorrow, Daoyou is also an expert, the five-grade spirit grass, both of which have a starting price of one million, both of which are spiritual grasses that are helpful for the cultivation of the divine soul, each of which costs one and a half million spirit stones." ”

"Okay, then it's decided, I'll get it tomorrow, it's part of the deposit. Fang Yan stretched out his hand and took out a handful of spirit stones, and handed them to the man, no more, no less, just a million spirit stones.

Seeing that Fang Yan took out a million spirit stones so quickly, Deacon Long knew that he was really blind, and the monks who could take out a million spirit stones without blinking their eyes were not ordinary monks, and many Jindan monks were not so generous.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly found that Fang Yan's expression was tight, and he heard the words of Fang Yan: "Okay, Daoist, I will come to fetch the spirit grass tomorrow, and these low-level spirit grasses will also help me prepare thousands of copies, and I will pick them up tomorrow, and now I have something to go out to do." ”

Fang Yan threw a jade slip to Deacon Long, and a dodge out of the secret room, and hurriedly fled downstairs, so fast that several people upstairs were a little surprised.

Looking at the million spirit stones in his hand, Deacon Long admired Fang Yan's courage very much, a million spirit stones, he couldn't earn so many spirit stones in ten years, so he put them in his hands, and left without even asking his name, isn't he afraid that he would roll up the spirit stones and run away? Of course, he wouldn't do this, people who can enter the Hundred Medicine Gate will not have such a narrow vision, which is also the reason why Fang Yan is at ease.

Why is Fang Yan in such a hurry to go out, it turned out that the communication talisman on his body suddenly vibrate, and someone from the Huang clan was in trouble.

The people surnamed Huang have been living in the black demon realm, and they don't know much about the things in the cultivation realm, and they have told everyone before that the cultivation realm is different from the black demon realm, and they can't blindly fight bravely and ruthlessly, and the people surnamed Huang are not the ones who cause trouble, I don't know why this time.

Guided by the messenger, Fang Yan quickly found the place where he called for help, and before he could reach it, he saw a group of people gathered there, and the people surnamed Huang were surrounded in the middle.

Fang Yan hurried over in a few steps, and his heart was cold, and the people who were surrounded in the middle were Liu Er and Huang Wu and seven or eight people, and there were at least more than twenty people around, and several of them were foundation building period monks.

However, it was not those few foundation building period cultivators who were in charge, but a young man who only had the cultivation of the eleventh layer of qi refining, and even so, it was much higher than the cultivation of the few people surnamed Huang.

No force is allowed in the Xiuzhen Bazaar, so at this moment the two sides are facing each other, Liu Er has already held the soul bone he gave her in his hand, and tears in his two eye sockets are about to burst out, but Huang Wu and the others are angry, and Liu Er is firmly guarded in the middle, and the weapon in his hand is still used in the Black Demon Realm.

"Sister, didn't you say your brother was coming, why hasn't he arrived yet. ”

The young man asked with a playful smile.

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