readx(); Coming out of the Du family's shop, Fang Yan stroked a spirit insect bag on his waist, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth. （ . With the help of this pair of transformation insects, the danger of entering that fog will be much smaller, and with the large number of things that the Du family sold him to deal with demon insects, it is imperative for the Two Realms Mountain.

Just came to Xiancheng to solve a big problem, this is indeed a good sign, Fang Yan is in a good mood at the moment. It was still early, so Fang Yan didn't rush back to the inn immediately, and simply walked along the streets of the city, leisurely strolling.

The management of Qingyuan City is relatively orderly, and the sales of various cultivation items are divided into certain areas, each street has its own characteristics, and the main goods in the shops on both sides also change. Naturally, Fang Yan was most interested in talisman materials and spirit grass, but the special store for these things was some distance away from where he was now.

Both types of items are the major items in the cultivation supplies, usually these things in the fairy city trading place, will be set up in the most lively place in the center of the city, the Du family is located in the spirit beast spirit insect sales place is more remote. Fang Yan is not in a hurry to go, anyway, there are still a few days to spare, so he walks aimlessly along the street, and stops casually when he encounters an interest

In addition to the shops, there are many more stalls in the city, and whenever the crowds of people in the fairy city pour in, of course, this oldest trading method is indispensable, and the general fairy city will not ban it. Most of the people who set up the stalls are foreign monks, who can sell a little bit of their belongings while there are more people, they can not only sell them for a good price, but also exchange them for some spirit stones to buy their own needs.

Dialects are frequent customers of the stalls, and have found many good things in such places, so they focus most of their attention on these stalls, but rarely enter the roadside shops. The items on the stall are not strictly divided, there are all kinds of everything, according to the seller's mind, as long as they are not used by themselves, they are all put out.

Those who like to shop for treasures in the stalls are also very popular among the monks, and there are two long snake stalls lined up on the side of the street, and there is no shortage of people who care. It's just that although there are a lot of things here, they are far less formal than those sold by the shops, and the amount of real transactions is far less than those shops.

In other words, most of the items in the stall were out of sight, but that didn't stop him from being interested, and he still wandered around with great interest. During this period, he also bought a few things at the stall, and naturally there were no good things, but they were just a few sporadic animal skins and blood, or a few vigorous spiritual herbs and elixirs.

As he was walking, a familiar feeling suddenly came, and the blue orb in his soul suddenly flickered a few times, causing the dialect to stop suddenly. can make the blue bead abnormal, of course, the dialect will not let go, immediately searched in all directions, and was soon led to a stall full of miscellaneous items.

A large wooden frame, like a long and wide table on the street, on which there are a total of ten small piles, different kinds of items are stacked separately, all the stalls are full, and there are a lot of things at a glance. The stall owner was a mid-foundation monk, wearing a purple robe, with a burly figure and a black hat on his head to conceal his divine sense of investigation.

There were several people picking and choosing in front of the stall, and the dialect slowly approached, following their example, pretending to pick up a few of the items at random. Soon he found the object that caused the blue beads to move, a yellow stone with a slight golden light, which looked very inconspicuous in a pile of glittering spiritual materials, like a common placer gold in the world.

Every time it is a blue orb thing, it doesn't look like a treasure, and the dialect is speechless about it. And after buying it, it is also confusing to throw it into the space, and what it is used for, anyway, it is good for itself, and the dialect is confused.

"Fellow Daoist, how do you sell these things?" Like a few people beside him, Fang Yan pretended to select a few items, mixed the dust gold in between, and asked the stall owner.

"Even if it's 20,000 spirit stones. Dare to ask Daoyou, what is that stone with a gold dust shape, and what is the use of Daoyou buying it. I don't have any other meaning, but I'm just a little curious, so I would like to ask you to solve your doubts. The stall owner asked in a slightly hoarse voice, and suddenly raised his hand to point to the piece of gold dust.

Fang Yan couldn't help but be stunned, it turned out that the seller also paid a lot of attention to this object, not ignorant of it, and didn't ask about several other items that Fang Yan used to cover up, just pointed to this piece of placer gold, I don't know what the purpose was. Maybe he also felt something, but why did he take it out for sale, and even ask the buyer, which is really rare.

Could it be that there is fraud in it? Fang Yan's heart suddenly became vigilant, but he immediately relaxed, this is Qingyuan City, even if there is a trap, he can do anything, and he will definitely buy what he needs in the blue bead space. Besides, this person really wants to do something, why bother to break it in front of him, it seems that this has no other effect than to arouse the vigilance of the dialect.

These thoughts passed through Fang Yan's mind in a blink of an eye, but his face did not show the slightest abnormality, and after a moment of silence, Fang Yan said in a deep voice with an expressionless face: "I don't know this thing in Xia, but I feel that there is a killing aura in it, and it may have some effect on Xia." Since Daoyou asked, Zai Xia is also very interested, and dare to ask Daoyou where this thing came from, so that Zai Xia can make some inferences based on this, can Daoyou tell me?"

"You, forget it, it's reckless to say it, you shouldn't ask Daoists like this, and the matter of Daoists asking each other, please forgive me for the inconvenience of talking about it below. In addition, the price of this thing cannot be compromised, if it is not for the urgent need for spirit stones, it is impossible to take it out and sell it, as for the loss or taking advantage of it, it will go to the Taoist friends, and it is useless to say more. The stall owner said with some annoyance.

Although Fang Yan said this person's expression, he could imagine how angry he was with the face under the black hat. It's also strange that the excuse made by the dialect is too bad, and he actually made a reason for the murderous spirit, really when everyone else is a fledgling rookie, and in the end he has to take advantage of this to find out the bottom of the other party.

"Well, that would be a pity, otherwise I might have figured it out. Fang Yan had to sell well when he got cheap, as if he was muttering a few words to himself, and the stall owner opposite must have been even more depressed when he heard it. Taking out a handful of medium-grade spirit stones, Fang Yan quickly swept a few things into the storage bag, and forcibly left slowly.

From the moment he stood in front of the gold dust, the spirit of the tongue continued to tremble, and the blue orb seemed to be hungry for it, constantly urging the tongue. In this way, where did he still have the heart to wander around, after the treasure was acquired, he pretended to take a few steps closely, and when he was a little far away from the stall, he hurriedly called a beast cart and ran directly to Qingling Pavilion's own residence.

Entering the room, Fang Yan first opened the prohibition in the room, and after carefully checking it, he took the gold dust and flashed into the blue bead space. Almost indistinguishable from the previous times, as soon as Fang Yan entered it, the thing in his hand burst into golden light, and then suddenly flew up without warning, like a meteor sinking into the hill in the space.