After Eun Wentong left, Ma Chuan looked at the whole street, only more than 100 zhang long, and the buildings on both sides were also very strange, most of them were glowing with various colors, and they couldn't see the situation inside.

There are not many stalls on both sides of the street, there are about thirty or forty of them, and each one is very simple, either with a few items to talk about, or with some delicate jade boxes and jade bottles.

Most of the stall owners sit in front of the stalls, even if there are a few people standing or sitting, they do not shout and sell, and the occasional pedestrians come and go in a hurry.

There is not much difference between the people here and the people outside, but the permanent troops on the Lingtai are at least more than one pawn, and some even reach three pawns, and all of them are transparent troops, which has to make Ma Chuan think that this street is full of top masters in the martial arts.

Ma Chuan looked at it while walking, and most of the things he saw along the way were very ordinary, jade pendants of various shapes, palm-sized emerald green gourds, and small silver bells......

But there are also strange things, such as stone beads that glow, mirrors that don't reflect shadows......

Ma Chuan came to a stall with customers, the stall owner was an old man, and the guest was a middle-aged Taoist aunt. Although the vast majority of the permanent troops on the ancient old man's spiritual platform are all transparent troops, there are only five taels, and there are only more than a hundred people. However, there were three pawns on the middle-aged Daogu Lingtai, plus two taels of permanent troops, reaching three hundred and fifty people.

Ma Chuan looked sideways without a trace, only to see the middle-aged Dao Gu pick up a jade box like a jewelry box from the stall, open the lid, and there was a jasper hairpin inside.

The middle-aged Taoist aunt inserted the hairpin into the bun, and then pinched a strange trick, and the hairpin on the top of her head immediately emitted a layer of blue and faint light curtain, covering her whole body like a put down gauze tent.

Ma Chuan didn't want to stare directly, and he picked up a stack of yellow paper and looked at it at a booth next to him.

As soon as the middle-aged Dao Gu put away the trick, the light curtain disappeared without a trace as it appeared, put the hosta back into the jade box, and began to bargain with the old man.

In the end, a price that was satisfactory to both parties was discussed, and the middle-aged Dao Gu handed the old man a few pieces of yellow paper, and successfully exchanged the hosta.

Ma Chuan secretly guessed that the yellow paper should be the silver ticket here, he had only seen a description in the book, and had never seen it, Xia Zhennan just gave him a hundred taels of silver directly.

"If you want to make your own talismans, I'm afraid it won't be enough to just buy these blank talismans. "The stall where Ma Chuan was standing, the stall owner was an old man with white hair, and when he saw Ma Chuan holding the rune paper for a long time, he spoke.

"How do you sell this stack of blank rune paper?" Ma Chuan replied casually.

"This stack of blank rune paper is a giveaway, the old man has a box of good spiritual sand in his hand, as long as the Taoist friend spends a wish power charm to buy this box of spiritual sand, this stack of blank rune paper will be given to the Taoist. The gray-haired old man said with a smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, there's only silver in my hand!" Ma Chuan put down the talisman paper, turned around and left.

"Friends stay behind, silver is silver, and we have a good fate. Thirty taels of silver, this stack of rune paper Daoist friends took away. The gray-haired old man shouted.

Ma Chuan didn't look back, and continued to walk forward, but in his heart he was sorting out the knowledge of the cultivation realm he had obtained. Speaking of talisman paper and talisman making, he thought of when Sun Chuanming seized the house, he asked Xia Qiuxue to paste a piece of yellow paper on his forehead, but there were strange symbols on that yellow paper, and it finally burned, and he didn't have the strength to hide at that time, burning his forehead with a faint pain.

Speaking of runic paper with strange symbols, in fact, Ma Chuan has seen one, which is the one with the golden light on the white ape's chest, but he left his hometown inexplicably and came here.

After Ma Chuan sorted out the knowledge he had gained, he unconsciously walked to the end of the street, where there were more than ten people surrounding a stall, and the contrast with the desertion of other stalls was very large, so he naturally walked over.

"I said little brother, do you want to buy this flying sword?" the stall owner was a bearded, forty-year-old man, who said excitedly.

"I said big brother, it's just a broken wooden sword, don't scream so much!" In front of the stall, a young man in blue in his twenties was holding a three-foot-long wooden sword in his hand.

"I just heard the stall owner shouting flying swords here, so I ran over, it turned out to be a primary magic weapon. A middle-aged man on the lookout pouted.

"I just said how is it possible. A girl in green muttered quietly, a pair of clear and transparent eyes, which made Ma Chuan take a second look.

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"Hey, don't underestimate this magic weapon, after injecting mana, it is comparable to a divine weapon in the secular world, with the ability to blow hair, cut hair and cut iron like clay. The bearded man reclaimed the wooden sword with one hand.

"Can you break through the defenses of the primary magic weapon?" someone asked.

"It depends on the mana of both sides. The bearded man waved his wooden sword and said truthfully.

"Big brother, how do you sell this wooden sword?" asked the young man in blue.

"The little brother is handsome and extraordinary, he must be a family member, and he can't hide it, this is a primary magic weapon is a semi-finished product, and it is infused with mana as a divine weapon, although the number of times is limited, but fortunately, it can be used directly without sacrificial practice. Seeing that the young man in blue was so young, the bearded man practiced the health preservation exercises to the eighth level, but he was not very familiar with the world, most of them were from the Xiuzhen family, so he naturally would not coax them. "In this way, fifty taels of silver, this primary magic weapon will be yours. As soon as the young man in blue heard the big man's words, he turned around and left, and so did the onlookers, only Ma Chuan was left in front of the stall.

"This fellow Daoist, you also have a fancy to this magic weapon, take it away if you are tempted, it is definitely worth the price. The bearded man handed the wooden sword to Ma Chuan to look at.

"I bought this magic weapon, but I have to ask Daoist friends about something. Ma Chuan took the wooden sword and looked at it, not believing that it could be compared to a divine weapon.

"What do you want to inquire about, might as well speak up?" The bearded man couldn't help but be polite when he saw that although Ma Chuan only had the sixfold cultivation of the health realm, his temperament was as stable as Mount Tai.

"When will Qingxi Valley recruit disciples?" Ma Chuan asked a question that was not easy to reveal that he didn't know anything about the cultivation realm.

"Daoyou is a monk from other places, a Jiazi in Qingxi Valley opened a mountain gate, and the last time he opened a mountain gate was more than 20 years ago. The bearded man replied truthfully.

"Isn't there any other way to enter the valley?" Ma Chuan had waited so long.

"Although Daoyou can practice the health preservation exercises to the sixth level at such an age, how many health practitioners throughout the ages have still not been able to breathe through the jade pillow in their old age, and finally have to enter reincarnation. The bearded man saw Ma Chuan's realm at a glance, and judged from his temperament which junior of the Xiuzhen family Ma Chuan was, so he had to try his best to use words to make Ma Chuan retreat and no longer entangle himself, "Even if you encounter the opening gate of Qingxi Valley, the assessment is not something that ordinary people can pass, there are more than 1,000 people who participated in the assessment last time, but only thirty or forty people can pass the test." As for the other two ways to enter the valley, either they have made great contributions to the Qingxi Valley, or they are cultivators of the foundation realm. ”

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