Qian Yang was about to cultivate, but hesitated. He should not be far from the fourth layer of qi refining, and if he cultivates to the fourth layer of qi refining, these spirit stones should be enough, but the last time he picked up the leak, he felt itchy when he saw the spirit stones, and then looked at the frisbee in the Qiankun bag, Qian Yang felt that there seemed to be a small insect crawling in his heart.

Objectively speaking, the biggest role of prehistoric antiques is to break through the bottleneck, and Qian Yang is not in urgent need of it at present, just need to practice step by step.

Moreover, this kind of thing is something that can be encountered but not sought, and thirty spirit stones can't buy anything decent. Even if you do pick it up, like the 1981 cent, it's impossible to cash it in, and no one will believe that there is any difference between that coin and any other coin.

The most tragic thing is to really spend thirty spirit stones to pick up a big leak, but you can't realize it, you are penniless, and finally you absorb the antique with tears and blood in your eyes, and you can successfully reach the fourth layer of qi refining, and then pretend that nothing has happened.

Well, Qian Yang was shocked by his own brain hole.

"I just went and saw it with the money, and didn't buy anything. Qian Yang, who wore a black hat, was full of temptation.

"Forget it, let's cultivate with peace of mind, there will be more opportunities in the future. Qian Yang in the white hat patiently comforted.

Qian Yang hesitated for a long time, and finally waved his hand to drive away the villain in the black hat, and made up his mind to cultivate with peace of mind.

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Qingling Shanfang City West Street.

"It's not that I can't restrain my inner desires, but I just want to have a thought to understand. I just came to see and didn't buy anything. Qian Yang said.

Compared with the previous two times when he came to Fang City, Qian Yang was obviously much more comfortable this time, looking left and right, and from time to time he stepped forward to ask the stall owner.

He soon discovered that today's market was much more lively than usual. Listening to the occasional words around me, I realized that it was the annual Immortal Meeting of the Qingling Sect, that is, the day when the mountain gate was opened to accept disciples.

All the teenagers who have obtained the entry qualification are gathered here and wait for the sect to be accepted into the mountain.

Nearly 100 teenagers, plus many elders in the family, and those who failed to get the entry qualification but hoped to encounter a miracle at the last moment, hundreds of people poured into Fang City in the past few days.

Because the Qingling Sect does not allow new disciples to bring spirit stones and other items to assist in cultivation into the mountain, other items are not restricted. These hundreds of people were very generous, and they ruthlessly drove the trading volume of the market. Every year, this time of year has almost become a fixed festival in Qingling Shanfang City.

Qingling Sect naturally has this regulation not to drive the economy of the city, but has other intentions, but it has nothing to do with Qianyang.

Last year, Qian Yang did not experience such a battle when he entered the mountain, he was carried up the mountain by Xiaoguo, and then asked the head of the sect for an entry token, and directly entered the Qingling Sect on the mountain, and then he was in a group with other new disciples.

Speaking of this entry token, it is a certificate issued by the Qingling Sect to allow you to become an outer disciple, in addition to the fixed name of each affiliated family every year, the high-level of the sect also has the right to issue a certain number of bearer tokens, at this time of the year you can hold this token to become an outer disciple, recognize the card and do not recognize people. This is the case with Qian Yang's one.

Even if you become an accomplished monk, there are always some indelible human courtesies, or some unspeakable causes and effects.

This entry token can enable an anonymous poor boy to join the Qingling Sect, and he doesn't have to worry about the source of exercises and spells until the Jindan period, and the cultivation resources can also be exchanged for the contribution of the sect, and the future is infinitely bright, and it is not an exaggeration to say that this token is a priceless treasure.

But in the end, there is a hurdle that cannot be bypassed, that is, the elimination rate. Every year, the Qingling Sect includes 100 people, and after many years, there will be no more than 10 people who still remain in the sect, and there are even fewer who have the hope of impacting the foundation, and ninety percent of them will be eliminated in the first year. In other words, in the hands of nine adults, the value of this token is only twenty spirit stones plus an introductory exercise.

It is the uncertainty of the token's value that makes it one of the most suitable items for favor and causality, and it also makes it the most popular commodity in the market.

No one thinks they're going to be eliminated in the first year, and high rollers are throwing a lot of money at it for a token that occasionally appears in the market.

Qian Yang walked around the stalls, the focus was naturally on the prehistoric antiques, there were not many antiques on the stalls, most of them were ancient coins that were difficult to distinguish the authenticity, and occasionally there were some bronze objects.

Walking towards Wuling Pavilion, it was still the shrewd little guy who greeted guests at the door.

The flow of people in the fang market has increased greatly, and the little guy is also working hard, looking at the faint sweat on his forehead, you can imagine that the business in the store must be very prosperous.

Sure enough, when Qian Yang walked into the store, the shelves were already overcrowded, and many people wanted to stop and look at the items on the shelves, but they had to dispel the idea by the crowd behind them.

It is said that this situation is extremely rare among the monks. The monk has the prudence of a monk, and even in a safe area like the city, he will not allow strangers to enter his guard area at will.

But in this strange vegetable market-like store, you can only follow the local customs, moving between the shelves with the flow of people, occasionally looking at something, but there is no time to look at it carefully, and hurriedly pick it up and leave.

Seeing such a grand occasion, Qian Yang had no choice but to stop, turned around and walked to the other side of the store, which at least looked like a normal store, buying and selling ordinary items.

Behind the long container, several guys are receiving guests, buying or selling.

At the end of the room were two elderly monks, who looked like they were appraisers sitting in the hall. From time to time, I took the items handed by the guy and tasted them carefully.

When Qian Yang came, there was a middle-aged monk trading in front of the stage. I saw the monk take out one thing after another from the bag and put it on the counter.

His hands trembled slightly, and from time to time he coughed in a low voice. It looks like he's in a bad state, and he seems to be injured. Next to him, a skinny little girl in her teens was clinging to the corner of his clothes.

The shopkeeper counted the middle-aged monk's belongings, and counted the price from time to time: "Fifteen first-order primary beast cores, seven first-order intermediate beast cores, and one first-order high-level beast core, a total of forty-six spirit stones!" and then handed a few middle-aged monk's magic weapons to the appraiser behind him.

The appraiser checked it for a while, and quickly quoted the price: "Three low-grade magic weapons and one intermediate magic weapon, a total of eighty spirit stones." ”

After listening to this, the man turned to the middle-aged monk and said, "The beast core and magic weapon have a total of one hundred and twenty-six spirit stones, and it is okay to sell them in our store at a price of one hundred and thirty spirit stones?"

The middle-aged monk nodded hesitantly, and then asked, "This little brother, do you know where there is a Qingling Sect entry token for sale in Fang City?"

The man's expression was a little surprised, and he quickly replied with a straight expression: "I heard that there are only two entry tokens in the Fang Market this year, one of which has been sold in Huiwentang the day before yesterday, and the other will be auctioned at the Courtyard Fang on East Street in Fang City tomorrow night. ”

The monk's eyes lit up: "I don't know how much this token is worth?"

The man replied: "The one that sold for three thousand five hundred spirit stones the day before yesterday is about this price in previous years, and it won't be too different tomorrow night." ”

When the middle-aged monk heard this, his expression suddenly darkened, and even his body trembled involuntarily, then he gritted his teeth, and took out one thing after another from the Qiankun bag and put it on the counter, with bits and pieces, and it seemed that he had turned out all his belongings.

When he trembled and put a magic weapon jade ring on the container, the little girl behind him pulled his sleeve hard, and the middle-aged monk ignored it, and took out his Qiankun bag by himself.

The man hesitated, looked up at the cloudy but determined eyes of the middle-aged monk, lowered his head and began to rummage through the items on the container. Slowly picked out a few magic weapons, a few bottles of elixir, and a stack of talismans and handed them to the appraiser behind him. Then he pushed the rest of the miscellaneous things back to the monk: "These are not worth any spirit stones." ”

The middle-aged monk silently took the sundries. The little girl's eyes behind her kept staring at the jade ring in the appraiser's hand, and her eyes were hazy with tears.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qian Yang probably guessed what the situation was, similar scenes were constantly staged in both the past life and this life, and the helplessness and sadness of it may not be able to be truly understood by outsiders. But the brilliance of humanity in the face of adversity is particularly moving.

Qian Yang had the impulse to do something, but he could only smile helplessly when he checked the Qiankun bag in his hand.

Inadvertently swept the sundries in the hands of the middle-aged monk, but his eyes couldn't help but light up.