Author: Peng Peng Peng can fly

Cui Ning originally planned to find a place to live to practice the Sun Art, but on the way back, he was attracted by a stall.

Because there were many people standing in front of this stall, thunderous laughter could be heard from time to time.

What kind of stall could attract so many immortal cultivators? Cui Ning was curious and wanted to go and have a look.

The stall owner was a bare-chested, muscular man with a scar on his face. He was about forty years old.

Surrounded by so many immortal cultivators, I didn't feel nervous at all. Instead, I started talking loudly with the inquiring cultivators.

I saw dozens of various magic weapons, talismans and some storage supplies on his stall. Although they were very miscellaneous, they were in large quantities and the quality was much better than what the girl sold before.

However, for Cui Ning, unless it is an earth-level magic weapon, ordinary magic weapons can no longer enter his eyes. He himself has many mysterious-level magic weapons on his body.

By the time Cui Ning arrived, some monks had already lost their temper and made a deal with the scarred man. The price of the big man was actually not expensive. In addition, the quality of these magical artifacts was better. There were even two monks who were already buying the same item.

They almost got into a fight over the magic weapon they were interested in.

The big man with the scarred face did not say anything to stop him, but instead watched the two people "competing" happily.

Cui Ning squatted down in front of the stall. What he was interested in were the talismans that stored mid- to low-level spells.

For high-level cultivators, these talismans are nothing, but for low-level cultivators, they are extremely practical "tricks". Just imagine when facing an enemy, throwing a handful of talismans at them while the opponent is not paying attention. Wouldn't it be wrong?

Immediately turn the tide of the battle.

As we all know, the production of talismans in the world of immortality is a complicated job. It not only requires specific talisman paper, but also requires a large amount of spiritual power, and the success rate is also horribly low.

Especially some high-level talismans require strong spiritual power and spiritual consciousness support.

Cui Ning also knows something about talismans, because he himself carries several "Purple Sky Divine Thunder Talismans", top-level talismans that are comparable to the power of the Golden Pill.

Soon, all the magic weapons in the stall of this scar-faced man had been snapped up, but no one cared about the talismans.

Cui Ning can probably guess the reason: the talismans sold at this stall are all sealed low-level spells, and there are a lot of types. However, these spells can be used by ordinary sect disciples in the late stage of Qi refining after learning the basic magical spells.

Easily displayed.

And ordinary casual cultivators who are not wealthy will not use their spiritual stones to buy these talismans.

Cui Ning turned to look at the other items on the stall, most of which were essential items for low-level practitioners.

"Huh? This is it?"

Cui Ning's mind was attracted by an oval-shaped black stone on the stall. Somehow, the Sun Art in his body was activated.

Cui Ning immediately suppressed the fluctuations of his spiritual energy, and then looked at everyone present calmly, but his mind was always on the dark stone.

"What on earth is this black stone? It can trigger the Sun Art. Could it be related to the Donghuang Bell?"

Cui Ning's heart trembled, and he decided to think of a way to get this thing, but he couldn't do it too obviously, as this would easily arouse suspicion. Cui Ning thought about it, and he actually came up with a way.

Not long after, the scarred-faced man's stall had almost sold out all the magic weapons. Seeing that everyone gradually dispersed, Cui Ning also left, but he did not go far, but wandered around casually. Of course, his mind

They had all been placed on the big man's stall.

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The scar-faced man was happily preparing to pack his things and leave.

"Today's profit is good. Although not all of them have been sold, most of them have been sold. There are still two days left in this market, so we will definitely be able to sell them all."

Looking at the few magic weapons left on the stall, the big man happily hummed a tune.

"Friend Taoist, please wait!"

A voice interrupted the big man's thoughts.

"You...you are?"

The scar-faced man looked up and saw a young-looking casual cultivator standing in front of him.

This young man was Cui Ning who was observing nearby. When he saw the scar-faced man preparing to pack up his stall and leave, he immediately walked over quickly to stop him.

The big man glanced at Cui Ning with some doubts, his eyes were full of vigilance, and hesitantly said: "My fellow Taoist asked me to stay here, what's the matter?"

Cui Ning tried his best to appear friendly and deliberately turned a blind eye to the other party's wary expression:

"I'm in Xiading Mountain and want to buy a Taoist friend's talisman."

"You want to buy a charm?"

Da Han Yile: "You really want to buy amulets, fellow Taoist. I don't know how many you want. I have many varieties of charms."

As he spoke, he introduced it in a eloquent manner.

"how much do you have?"

Hearing this rhetorical question, the big man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Haha, fellow Taoist, do you need a lot? Let me show you."

As he spoke, he used his spiritual sense to start counting the low-level magic talismans on the stall.

"There are one hundred and twenty talismans in total." The big man quickly finished counting.

"I don't know, how much do fellow Taoists need?"

"Yeah, I want them all."

"Want everything!?"

The big man stopped smiling, looked at Cui Ning, and then laughed loudly:

"If that's the case, then I'm happy. It was originally one spirit stone and three talismans. Since my fellow Taoist bought so many, I'll just give you thirty-five spirit stones at a cheaper price. How about that?"

"It's indeed a fair price, but I don't have any spiritual stones on me." Cui Ning said slowly.

"What? There is no spirit stone! Fellow Taoist, must you be joking!"

The big man was still cheerful, but his tone was a little stiff.

"If you don't have enough spiritual stones, you can also use pills. You only need twenty pills to strengthen your body and strengthen your body."

The big man thought Cui Ning wanted to exchange things for things.

"I don't have any elixirs..."

"What? Are you kidding me!" Before Cui Ning could finish speaking, the big man became angry.

Seeing that the other party was angry, Cui Ning quickly said the rest of his words.

"Friend Taoist, please calm down. I'm really not playing tricks on you. I really don't have enough spiritual stones, so how about exchanging them with some unused magic weapons?"

In fact, Cui Ning's spiritual stones were enough, but he saw that the other magical instruments were selling well, and he couldn't show his face to sell the magical instruments.

That's why I came up with this way of exchanging things for things.

"Magical weapon?" At this time, it was the scarred man's turn to be surprised. He thought for a while and said:

"I don't know how many magic weapons you have. Let me check the quality."

Upon seeing this, Cui Ning took out the unused magic weapons directly from the storage bag without saying a word.

"What a good thing!" The big man's eyes widened when he saw so many magic weapons, and then he checked them one by one.

"I have also estimated that these magic weapons are almost thirty-five spiritual stones. Hey, these are all my net worth."

Cui Ning was secretly happy, but she didn't forget to complain and confuse the other party.

"But..." Cui Ning paused and said, pretending to be in pain.

When the big man saw Cui Ning's expression, he thought he was going to regret it, so he quickly said:

"I like these magic weapons very much. If it doesn't work, I will give you another gadget."

"There's a show!"

This idea was exactly what Cui Ning had in mind. He was originally thinking about how to ask for the dark stone, but now, the other party just gave it to him.

Cui Ning looked at those magic weapons, sighed silently, and said as if he had made great determination: "Oh, who told me that I need these talismans urgently, that's it, it's a deal."

After hearing this, the big man breathed a sigh of relief and grinned.

"Let's do this, I'll just pick one from your stall and be the topper.

I think this thing is pretty good, so let’s take it.” Cui Ning muttered as he took the dark stone from the big man’s stall that he had been staring at for a long time.

Handing over the magic weapon in one hand and the talismans in the other, the big man happily took the elixir, and Cui Ning also began to pretend to count the talismans.

Then Cui Ning put the talisman and the jet black stone into the storage bag, and then said goodbye to the big man.

"Fellow Taoist, walk slowly." The big man said with a smile and clasped his fists.

Cui Ning found an inn to rest. Today's harvest is very rich. These one hundred and twenty low-level spell talismans can be regarded as a "wonderful trick" in the future. With them, his self-protection ability has been enhanced.

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The most important thing is that dark stone, it must be related to the Sun Art, I don't know what it is.

But this is not a good place for research. Cui Ning plans to return to the island to do more research.

In the evening, Cui Ning came to the square again. The number of monks at this time was more than double that during the day, and there were also many casual monks coming here.

Cui Ning later found out that the foundation-building pill trade fair was about to begin.

Later, Cui Ning witnessed with his own eyes how popular the Foundation Establishment Pill was. The exchange of things that he had imagined did not happen. Instead, it turned into many monks bidding, and the one with the highest price got it. The intensity was like a small auction.

meeting.

In the end, the Foundation Establishment Pill was bought by a middle-aged man wearing a cloak for a high price of eight hundred spirit stones.

After receiving the brocade box sent by the organizer, the middle-aged man checked it out, then left the scene with a happy face.

From Cui Ning's perception, it was obvious that several casual cultivators on the scene also left the venue.

"Every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade!" Cui Ning frowned and sighed.
Chapter completed!