After leaving the 'True Law Pavilion', Chen Mo transferred to more than a dozen shops, and the prices of Yang Yuan were all extremely high, and the price of the True Law Pavilion was still low among them.

In the end, Chen Mo grinded hard in a shop, and used twenty-one lower-grade spirit stones to get the fourth- to sixth-layer Yangyuan Duel.

On the way to the south of the city, I listened to the words Yang Yuan Decision, the tenth layer, and the quality of the Dao platform repeatedly heard from the cultivators who passed by in twos and threes, as well as the news that Yanhai Pavilion was about to expand the scale of the auction, and there was also the news that many cultivators in Chen and Jin who heard the news were rushing to Lanyun City.

Being in Lanyun City, Chen Mo obviously felt that in just one day, a tense atmosphere appeared in Lanyun City, and there was really a posture of gathering heroes in Lanyun City, and the mountains and rains were about to come.

It's really a windless decision, rolling up the waves of Lanyun thousands!

However, none of this had anything to do with him, so he had better buy an attack spirit weapon earlier and leave this Lanyun City, which had become the center of the whirlpool.

Chen Mo followed the route in his memory, thinking about going south of the city, while looking at the spirit weapons and some offensive spirit plants sold on both sides of the road.

Until he had entered Yifang City on Chengnan Road, Chen Mo had not been able to find one that he was very satisfied with, in fact, there were two kinds of spirit weapons that were quite suitable along the way, a blazing spirit sword and a set of twelve wind chasing spirit needles.

However, in Chen Mo's heart, he still preferred the offensive spirit planting spirit weapon, rather than the spirit plant refining materials with the spirit weapon forged by gold and stone, after all, he had a heavenly treasure, which could improve the quality of the spirit plant, and naturally he could improve the power of the spirit plant.

At this time, there was still some time before dawn, Chen Mo was not in a hurry, and slowly searched for it in the south of the city, relying on the spiritual awareness of the pure wood spirit root, and carefully looked at some of the attacking spirit plants around him.

In his perception, all the things that can arouse his strong feelings are high-quality, but none of them are those he can afford.

For example, the Blood Devouring Snake Vine is a slender vine that has been cultivated into a yellow rank medium-grade.

Its tough vine-long spikes have paralyzing toxins, which can paralyze and trap enemies, and the price is five hundred and eighty low-grade spirit stones, which makes Chen Mo staggering.

After walking around the market for a long time, he has not found the kind of spirit plant that can arouse his strong feeling and is cheap.

Chen Mo was ready to give up, planning to buy a decent self-cultivation casually, but when he walked to an inconspicuous stall, a sudden induction made him stop.

This is a small stall in Daoyifang City, and the stall owner is an old man who looks inconspicuous and rustic, like an old farmer in the world.

But the old man's eyes shone brightly, and he knew at a glance that he should be very shrewd.

Chen Mo didn't dare to underestimate him, just squatted down quietly, looked left and right in front of the old man's stall with the guests, touched this and that, and finally picked up a piece of black and slap-sized something like a stone, and touched it carefully.

There is still some silt on the stones, with some green stains, and when you smell it, there is a little fragrance of bamboo juice.

The old man saw that Chen Mo was only touching indiscriminately, and had no intention of buying it, so he blew his beard and said coldly: "If you don't buy it, don't touch it, you can't afford to pay for it." ”

Listening to the old man's cold tone, Chen Mo put down the 'stone', picked up a sword and bamboo, and said lightly: "This fellow Daoist, how can there be a reason to drive customers out when you open the door to do business?

As soon as the old man heard that he wanted to buy it, he suddenly became interested, the smile on his face changed suddenly, he smiled, apologized first, praised Chen Mo again, and began to praise his Lingzhi again: "Dao friendly eyesight, as soon as I came, I took a fancy to the old man's things, not the old man praised Haikou, the old man's things are definitely this..."

Saying that, the old man gave his thumbs up very unashamedly, and then pointed to the sword and bamboo in Chen Mo's hand.

"You look at the old man's sword bamboo, the color is bright, the whole body is green, you press the case, and then look at this whisker, you can live if you plant it, and the cultivation is good, the yellow rank is not a problem, I see that the Taoist friend is good, no bargain, seventy lower grade spirit stones. ”

"Seventy?"

Chen Mo smiled faintly, put down the sword and bamboo and turned to leave, the old man's eyes rolled, and he hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoists, slow down." ”

Chen Mo stopped when he heard this, turned around and said in front of the stall: "Fellow Daoist, how can you do such a thing in business, it is too black-hearted." ”

The old man didn't care, and said with a smile: "You come and go with me to buy and sell things, the price is negotiable, and the Taoist friend should make a price." ”

Hearing this, Chen Mo stretched out two fingers and said slowly: "Twenty lower grade spirit stones"

"What? Twenty lower-grade spirit stones?"

The old man blew his beard and said angrily: "This fellow Daoist, are you making the old man happy that he is poor? The old man will not sell sixty lower grade spirit stones, and you can buy them wherever you like." ”

Chen Mo groaned slightly, and finally pointed to a sword bamboo and the black stone and a bag of spirit valley seeds that Fang had just taken a fancy to, and said, "Together, I will give you forty lower grade spirit stones." ”

Hearing this, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the sword bamboo, the spirit valley seed, and then looked at the black stone.

Forty low-grade spirit stones, this is really a bit unexpected by him, could it be that this man saw something he didn't see?

There must be no problem with the sword bamboo, and there is no problem with the Linggu seeds, the only thing that is a little problematic is the black thing.

He doesn't even remember how this thing came from, and has been used to press the stall, could it be that there is some mystery about this thing?

The old man was silent, and he didn't speak, but looked at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo did not shy away from looking at the old man, and the old man suddenly smiled and said, "Little brother has taken a fancy to this thing." As he spoke, he pointed to the black stone-like thing.

Chen Mo's heart tightened, but there was no expression on his face, he just glanced at the old man indifferently, and said, "I see that Daoist friends have no intention of buying and selling, so I have taken my leave." ”

Saying that, Chen Mo hugged his fists, turned around and left, without the slightest intention of staying.

He walked unhurriedly, and his heart became more and more nervous, no matter what, he had to get that thing, even if it cost some more spirit stones.

But if he turns back at this time, the old man will definitely sit on the ground and raise the price, and he doesn't know how much money he will spend, and he may not be able to get it.

One step, two steps...

Chen Mo gradually walked away, and the old man also looked at Chen Mo's distant back and wondered in his heart.

A sword bamboo is only fifteen lower-grade spirit stones that he collected, and a few spirit valley seeds are even less valuable, as for the stone-like thing, it is only used to press the stall, plus it is less than twenty lower-grade spirit stones.

If he bought forty lower-grade spirit stones, he would earn at least twenty, but he always felt that something was wrong, and after glancing at the broken stone, the old man turned his gaze to Chen Mo again.

Chen Mo's heart was pounding, and he gritted his teeth, he had already walked three feet away, if he didn't call him again, he would have to be a man.