The area of the whole square market is not small, almost one or two miles of square circle, but this trading area is not large, that is, one or two hundred zhang of square circle, there are a lot of people, each person has a square circle of space, neat and tidy, not full, if you want to come here if it is full, at least tens of thousands. At first, there were at least a few thousand people gathered in this area.

Thousands of monks, to say a lot, not to mention the entire Kyushu, let's say it is the Lingyun Sect, he is a second-rate sect, controlling dozens of counties centered on Yandang Mountain, the land of Kyushu, the county is the smallest establishment, but the general county also has a radius of thousands of miles, and there are at least hundreds of millions of mortals under its jurisdiction, among these mortals, even if it is only one in ten thousand, there are tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of monks, but most of them are gathered in the sect, and there are very few scattered cultivators.

Walking in the Fang Market, Zhou Liang's previous life, he was more active on the edge of Kyushu, and the ghost cultivation was naturally weak, so that he didn't even dare to appear openly, more of them were active in these Fang markets, and most of them were in the small Fang City formed by scattered cultivation, where there was no special shop like Lingyun Fang, at most, it was like this, one by one.

On the scattered cultivation booth, all kinds of things are extremely mixed, most of them are all kinds of resources obtained from casual cultivation, from elixirs, the harvest of excavating ancient ruins, the replaced magic weapons, and all kinds of cultivation materials.

Messy things, lively crowds, from time to time, there are buyers and sellers to reach a deal, the transaction here, a lot more flexible, barter instead occupies the majority, of course, the spar is a hard currency, but since it is a loose cultivation, most of their wealth will be converted into their own strength, no one carries hundreds or thousands of spars.

Around this small area, I went around, the blood of various demon beasts, some rune ink materials that can be refined, there are a lot of them, and the price is not expensive, and there are animal skins that can be used as rune paper materials, but the rune pen that I didn't encounter made Zhou Liang slightly disappointed.

I casually found a few stalls and selected some materials, these can be made of second-grade, or even third-grade talismans, which are basically enough for Zhou Liang to use, second-grade talismans, quite high-level of income, the strongest can reach the peak of income, and the power of three-grade talismans has almost reached the early stage of the general know-how, and it is considered an extremely strong talisman.

These basic materials vary in price, the more expensive ones are several spars, and the cheaper ones are a big bag of spars, which are much more expensive than the finished products sold in the store, but the rune ink and rune paper need to be refined before they can be used, and it just takes a lot of effort.

Put these things carefully in a package, Zhou Liang has a storage bag, but he can't show it casually, you know, among the monks, it is almost impossible to have a storage bag, the price is too high, even if a one-zhang square storage bag, at least more than 5000 spars, almost equivalent to all the property of a weaker body shaping monk, at this time, if it is shown and causes a sensation, there will be a lot of trouble.

In addition to purchasing these materials, Zhou Liang also paid attention to the talismans, but what disappointed him was that there were no talismans for sale in this casual cultivation market, could it be that Zhou Liang couldn't help muttering in his heart.

A monk with a four-story income, walked into the market, it seemed that the people around him knew him, and before he could find a stall to stand still, he was surrounded together, Zhou Liang came up to take a look, it was actually Zhu Dayong, a particularly fat body, people could recognize him at a glance, at this time he was carrying a huge burden, while shouting: "Don't squeeze don't squeeze!" laboriously separated the crowd and found an empty stall.

wiped the sweat that had already appeared on his forehead with a towel, and teased the monks who gathered around: "You guys, aren't you just some talismans, so eager!"

"Fat Zhu, don't stand and talk without backache, how many are there this time!"

"I'm out of the horse, can I be missing, a total of 50 one-product fireball techniques, the old rules, one spar!"

As soon as Zhu Dayong's voice fell, the monk next to him was fighting endlessly, this one said, Zhu Fatty, I want 3 sheets! The one who said I want 5 sheets, a group of people were making a mess, a pot of porridge, Zhu Dayong said loudly: "Stop!"

All the monks calmed down, Zhu Dayong swept around, and said: "You all want it, who will I give it to, in this way, I have 50 talismans here, you can combine them, and the bidding is good!"

Obviously, this kind of thing is often encountered, Zhu Dayong's voice just fell, several people freely combined, ten at a time, with 10 pieces of spar starting price, after a few clicks, it reached 12 pieces, obviously, the strength of the loose cultivators is limited, 12 pieces is already the limit, five groups, basically at this price deals, bought a few, each other's dividing talismans, although the spar can not be divided, but some recognized materials, can still be divided, get together with each other, and soon everyone is happy.

Zhu Dayong looked at the spar in his hand with a smile, these talismans were obtained from Lingyun Sect by his relationship, most of them were things that talismans practiced, the price was not expensive, 50 pieces were only 48, if they were sold by 50, he was just making a lot of money, and now he actually earned 12 spars, which is a lot of wealth, but unfortunately such a thing is too rare, and it would be good to be able to encounter it once in a month or two.

Zhou Liang didn't expect that an ordinary talisman would be so sought-after here, you know, with his strength, the materials in the world, can make a fireball technique, the power is much greater than Zhu Dayong, he is also a talisman master, coldly watching those fireball techniques, the breath leaks, the runes are also slightly different, the power is only at most three percent of what he made, so that he can sell a spare, this is too easy to earn, his strength, if you depict a one-grade talisman, you can depict at least a hundred pieces a day, if you sell it, it is hundreds of spars, as if for a time, to complete this task, it is not difficult！

Zhu Dayong's side, there was no one left, Zhu Dayong carefully used a cloth bag to pack up the spare, and suddenly a figure flashed in front of him, he opened his mouth and said: "There is no Fu Gong anymore, in a few days!"

"Zhu Daoyou!"

Zhu Dayong is rarely in the market, I heard that some people call him Zhu Daoyou, generally call him Zhu Fatzi, look up, but see a familiar face, with a smile on his face and said: "It turns out to be a Taoist friend, you also want a talisman!

Zhou Liang shook his head and said, "No, I don't need a talisman, I want to introduce a deal to you, how!"

"Buying and selling?"

"Yes, you know where to sell the best talismans!"

Fu pen, Zhu Dayong was stunned, looked at Zhou Liang carefully, to be honest, he had never seriously looked at Zhou Liang's realm, at that time he just thought it was a fledgling casual cultivator, he looked at it pleasing to the eye, so he helped a little, and earned some extra money by the way, but at this time, when he came to see it seriously, he couldn't see what realm Zhou Liang was, he only felt that the divine light was introverted, he was slightly startled, his eyes were very poisonous, he knew that such a person must be stronger than him, and there were secret techniques to cover up his strength.

The strength is stronger than him, and he wants a talisman pen, obviously a talisman, who can make talismans, that is not a monk who has more than five levels of knowledge, he almost subconsciously shouted: "Senior!"

"Okay, you're welcome, we're commensurate with fellow Daoists!"

"Yes!" Zhu Dayong said hurriedly, he didn't think about it at all, Zhou Liang didn't hide it at all, he didn't have the slightest trace of true yuan on his body, of course he couldn't see the realm, a mortal can walk into the Xiuzhen Fang Market without being humble or arrogant, and he also opened his mouth to make talismans.

"Okay, you can take me to find the rune pen now, why is there no rune pen for sale here?"

Zhu Dayong pursed his lips and said: "Them, although the talisman pen is not a magic weapon, it is not something that ordinary people can make, and it is unpopular, I will take you to buy it!"

Zhu Dayong is very familiar with the Fang market, and took Zhou Liang from the west side, through a few small alleys, and walked to the middle, the middle part is the largest in the Fang market, and it is also the most chaotic place, there are Fang markets before, and there are also those added later, messy, compared to the loose repair market, it is much more complicated, no one leads, Zhou Liang really doesn't know, can he touch it.

After walking about seven or eight alleys, Zhu Dayong stopped at the door of a small shop that looked dilapidated, and said to Zhou Liang: "This is it!"