The Wang family's welcome etiquette is complete, showing the style of a family that has been around for thousands of years.

The feast is over.

Ye Chengfeng, Ximen Xiaoyu, and Feng Lan were arranged to live alone in the North Courtyard.

Ye Chengfeng and Ximen Xiaoyu told Feng Lan that they had to go out on important matters and would come back in the evening.

Feng Lan was bored by himself, so he walked out of his room and walked through corridors one after another. He always felt like he was walking through a maze, going back and forth in the North Courtyard.

An old slave passed by and told him how to walk outside the house and how to get to the nearby market.

Fenglan followed the guidance and stayed ten miles away from the Wang family's house before meeting a stranger.

Some of these strangers in casual clothes looked like farmers, some looked like woodcutter, and some looked like hunters. They were all peripheral members of the Wang family's patrol, and all of them were at the mid-level of the Qi Refining Realm.

Even in the Wang family's residence, there is no such formation.

Fenglan had to re-understand how deep the foundation of this ten thousand-year-old family was.

Probably, every corner of Taihong City has a pair of eyes?

Fenglan arrived at the market smoothly.

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This market consists of five streets and has a very poetic name - Nanbaofang.

There are four symmetrical wide streets in the southwest, northwest, northeast and southeast, with the fifth street in the middle being circular.

The circular street is composed of neatly organized shops, with a dazzling array of elixirs, magic weapons, treasures, spiritual beasts, books, etc.

On the other four streets, there are decent stalls and street stalls spread out directly on the spot. It really looks like a free and scattered market.

Someone closed the stall, and someone immediately set up a street stall.

Some people are looking for a good chance to find a better stall.

"Pay attention to broken objects such as bricks, tiles, small jars, etc. Huh, when I got home and wiped it, I found out that it might be a broken scroll of an ancient artifact."

Feng Lan said in his heart, and the corners of his mouth naturally raised slightly, revealing a strange smile.

Whenever he glanced at the stall, a mysterious cunningness flashed across his eyes, which was difficult to detect.

The sounds of bargaining between buyers and sellers at various stalls could be heard everywhere.

Such as, "How many spiritual crystals is the eighth-grade star Luo fruit worth?", "This magic book is worth nothing at most", "I am already in the Condensing Yuan realm, what is the use of this ninth-grade soul-nurturing tree?"...

"Tai Chi Divine Treasure, the authentic inheritance of the Great Master."

Following the crowd, after walking a long way, a shout came that irritated Fenglan's nerves.

Feng Lan immediately locked his target and realized that he was going in the wrong direction to squeeze through, so he had to go along with the crowd first.

"fraud?"

He thought carefully.

When he was ten years old, in the Lieyan Square, the young man Fenglan also loudly claimed that he was a descendant of the noble and sacred Archmage.

Every time I think of it, the sense of divine and supreme glory that naturally comes out of my father is like a spark brewing.

"Be careful. Be careful and don't be reckless."

Fenglan warned herself and turned her attention to the large and small stalls.

After four years of hard work, I have become quite good at identifying spiritual materials.

There are many fakes and low-quality spiritual materials that can be easily seen at a glance.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he strolled to the stall.

The stall owner is a middle-aged strong man with a square face and a rather majestic appearance.

"This copper jade plant is of seventh-grade quality. Affected by the ghost energy, the spiritual energy of the plants and trees has been severely depleted." The stall owner's voice was very loud and his words were clear, "It is still worth thirty spiritual crystals."

"make a deal."

Fenglan's little thoughts were seen through by others, and she couldn't help but laugh in embarrassment.

Thirty spiritual crystals are indeed not a loss.

The five categories of spiritual materials, grass part, wood part, grain part, vegetable part, and fruit part are the most precious, followed by the four categories of gold and stone, water part, fire part, and earth part, insect part, scale part, medial part, and poultry part.

, the last of the seven categories: animal part, human part, and server part.

The level of spiritual materials follows the strictest principle of "same product, different rank, same product, different price".

The next few transactions were completed, allowing Feng Lan to confirm that his vision was of no use and was completely transparent in the eyes of others.

As long as you take a glance at something, others can see through it.

Only then did Feng Lan deliberately look at those people who left after just asking, what kind of tone, words and eyes they used, secretly noted it down, and slowly imitated it. He also followed others' bargaining terms, tone, and demeanor.

"How can I sell this snake?"

Feng Lan asked suddenly, raising his voice.

The squatting woodcutter stood up slightly and lifted his belt. He looked at Feng Lan with his triangular eyes, opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

"A spiritual stone."

said the woodcutter in a heavy accent.

"Oh, no, I forgot that I'm afraid of snakes?" Feng Lan secretly screamed.

The three little flower snakes that the woodcutter sold were indeed very beautiful.

Feng Lan carefully put down the three spiritual crystals, picked up the exquisite snake cage, and walked forward like a naughty boy slithering around.

"Master, do you have a look at the pure blood of the Yellow Bird?"

From a stall not far away, a hunter-looking stall owner waved and shouted.

"Boss, do you think I should feed the snakes to the birds, or the birds to the snakes?"

Fenglan asked jokingly.

The two little birds in the birdcage of this stall owner are really ugly with their hair tangled.

"My bird and his snake have the same origin. They are both of the same bloodline as the spiritual beasts in the Xuanyuan Mountains."

"Two spiritual crystals?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The stall owner quickly stuffed the birdcage into Fenglan's arms, "This snake is very powerful, you have to be careful."

"Thank you."

Feng Lan had already arrived in front of the target stall, let nature take its course, and squinted at it.

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The stall owner is a handsome young man, wearing a light yellow patched gown. He is about the same age as Feng Lan. His shrewd eyes move slightly, and his sight covers a 180-degree range.

Feng Lan felt that this person was the kind of person who was full of evil thoughts.

The boy in the yellow shirt held in his hand a yellowed old book, about five hundred pages thick.

On the damaged cover, a relatively complete scepter pattern can be seen clearly, with an ear-shaped pattern at the base of the scepter.

Feng Lan was in a daze, secretly surprised that the ear-shaped pattern was exactly the same as the ears of the ancestral incense burner.

Judging from the wear and tear on the book, it appears to be quite old.

"How do you sell your book?" Feng Lan asked directly.

"How many have you come up with?" the boy in yellow shirt said with a sly smile, "Looking at the cover image shows that you are an expert."

"Ten spiritual crystals, one missing, no need to talk."

The boy in the yellow shirt mistook Fenglan for a rich kid who was just looking for fun, and tried to rip him off.

"The power of magic is weak, and talismans are only a branch of magic." Feng Lan bargained, "Judging from all the things you put on the table, this book is worth at most three spiritual crystals. I can only produce five spiritual crystals at most."

"

When he said that, he turned around and left.

"Five, five, deal."

The boy in yellow shirt quickly stood up and threw the book over.

Fenglan packed the book and paid the five spiritual crystals.

Someone scolded: "What a fool. An item that is not worth a copper coin actually costs five spiritual crystals."

"There are too many spiritual crystals to spend, do you have any objections?" Feng Lan said loudly.

At this moment, the street stall owner on the right of the boy in yellow closed his stall and left.

Feng Lan ducked to the stall in the open space and quickly laid out four magic swords of extraordinary quality, a few spiritual stones, six magical books, and two elixir bottles.

The boy in yellow shirt rubbed his chin with his left hand and looked at the new neighbor.

"Killing and robbing?" the young man in yellow shirt asked abruptly, and said to himself, "Ill-gotten wealth is not the way of a gentleman."
To be continued...