The cultivation flea market is lively. There are fragments of cultivators selling magic weapons, some sell spiritual geniuses, some sell calligraphy and paintings left by cultivators, etc., which are really diverse and dazzling.

Liu Shiba said: "Mr. Ning, you can also take out your pills to see if you can change to what you like."

Ning Tao smiled faintly: "I'll take a look first, and Mr. Liu doesn't have to accompany me anymore."

"Okay, then we'll talk later." Liu Shiba turned around and left, and Taoist Qingsong and Hai Dongfang also followed him.

Qingzhui glanced at the backs of the three of them, then leaned against Ning Tao's ears, and his cherry lips were almost pressed against Ning Tao's ears: "Brother Ning, that old thing must want someone to exchange for your pill."

Ning Tao nodded, how could he not understand Liu Shiba's thoughts?

Ning Tao led Qingzhao to walk around the cultivation flea market. He stopped in front of a black-faced man's stall not far away. The black-faced man had a bit of Bao Zheng's demeanor, with thick eyebrows and square face, giving people a sense of righteousness.

There were many calligraphy and paintings on the street stall of the black-faced man, one of which reads the word "Cultivation" and the font is vigorous and powerful, with a strong aura that is about to fly out of paper and soar into the sky. Ning Tao liked it a little in his heart and asked casually: "Friend, how do you sell this calligraphy and painting?"

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Ning Tao was immediately startled: "So expensive?"

The righteous and black-faced man said, "It's expensive to have tens of millions? The calligraphy and paintings sold at auction houses are often tens of millions, and I can sell them cheaply."

Ning Tao said: "They are calligraphy and paintings by famous artists. Who did you write this?"

The upright black-faced man pointed to the lower left corner of the calligraphy that Ning Tao was interested in, and there was a vague stamp there, and then said, "That is my stamp, which was covered in the third year of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty."

Ning Tao looked carefully at the stamp and saw the four ancient characters "Black Mountain Old Demon". He felt aroused his eyes and nose and his eyes and hearing. He found that the righteous black-faced man in front of him was a black bear spirit.

To be honest, the words written in the third year of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty were so well written, and it was not expensive to sell for 10 million yuan. But the four words "Black Mountain Old Demon" were bad. Without the stamp to sell at the auction house, it would be a casual thing to sell for 10 million yuan.

"Do you want it?" asked the black-faced man.

Ning Tao shook his head and led Qing to chase him away. He actually didn't want to buy that painting. He was not the kind of art-like person. The reason why he asked the price was that he just wanted to try the water in this flea market and understand the market conditions. As a result, he found that the things in this flea market were so expensive, the prices were inflated, and the bubble was serious. A calligraphy and painting cost 10 million yuan, so why didn't the spiritual materials and other things ask for a sky-high price?

Before he walked far, Ning Tao stopped in front of an old woman's street stall again. The old woman sold a bunch of fragments. When he saw carefully, he turned out to be fragments of the flying sword. He was immediately excited and asked, "Senior, how many of these fragments are sold?"

The old woman raised a finger.

Ning Tao said tentatively: "One million?"

The old woman glared at Ning Tao: "One hundred million!"

Ning Tao was so scared that he opened his mouth wide. The fragments of a flying sword were sold for 100 million yuan. It was enough to buy a helicopter for 100 million yuan. Who would still ride a flying sword? When the weather suddenly changes, it will rain or something, then it will be soaked in a chicken?

The old woman snorted softly, and said disdainful: "It seems that you don't have money to buy it, so let's play."

"How did you talk?" Qing Zhuihuo was in trouble.

Ning Tao grabbed Qing Zhui and said tentatively: "If I repair your flying sword, how much money can you give me?"

The old woman said coldly: "You are trying to find fault, are you?"

Ning Tao looked carefully again and found that the fragments of the flying sword were missing several pieces and they were not completely pieced together. He took Qingzhuo to replenish them.

After walking around, Ning Tao found several kinds of spiritual materials. He was very moved, but he was scared away as soon as he asked about the price.

In fact, it is not that the flea market has an inflated price, but that he is poor. The cultivators and monsters here are often hundreds of years old. Taking a monster from the Ming Dynasty as an example, even if the monsters in the Ming Dynasty sell their bowls for their meals, it will be a huge sum of money. Moreover, for hundreds of years, these cultivators and monsters have bought some industries and have developed to this day. In a word, the cultivators and monsters in this flea market are real invisible wealthy people, and they are not comparable to those of him, a cultivator who relies on treating diseases and making some hard money for breast augmentation.

Suddenly, a strange smell drifted into Ning Tao's nostrils, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He followed the smell and then saw a piece of dark coal on the street stall in front of a young Taoist nun.

That is indeed a piece of coal, but it is definitely not an ordinary coal. It is called a goblin stone in the "Sutra of Spiritual Materials". It is a spiritual material that has been carbonized in the spiritual soil and has been nurtured after billions of years of evolution.

Although the goblin stone is not one of the spiritual materials used to refine the Ancestral Pill this time, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not appear on the skull fragments of the vermilion jade next time. In addition, it has a very important role in the alchemy field.

Qing Zhui also discovered what she liked. She pointed to Ning Tao at the spiritual material sold by a man next to the young Taoist nun, and said excitedly: "That is a colorful snakeberry. It is said that eating it can make molting much easier, and it is also beneficial to our cultivation."

The colorful snakeberry is one of the spiritual materials needed to refine the Ancestral Search Pill this time. Ning Tao was attracted by the gnome stone and ignored its existence. At this moment, Qingzhui reminded him that he discovered it.

The colorful snakeberry grows strawberries, with several spherical seven-color fruits, and its roots are covered in soil, and it is still alive. It seems to be picked before departure to catch up with this flea market.

But before Ning Tao could go over and ask for the price, a voice came from behind him.

"Amitabha." This is the voice of Master Fakong.

Hearing the Buddha's name, Ning Tao's head suddenly ached faintly. However, when he turned around, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It turns out that it is Master Fakong, Master has been doing well recently."

Master Fakong said in a deep voice: "I'm fine, but donor Ning is not good."

Ning Tao said: "How did you say this?"

Master Fakong said: "My dear Guanning, donor's complexion, you are invaded by demonic aura. You are the one who is in the authorities. Do you know that if you continue to do so, you will be in trouble! Listen to my advice, it will be not too late to cut off your relationship with this demon as soon as possible!"

"What did you say, monk?" Qing Zhui's eyes showed its fierce light and was about to take action.

Ning Tao pulled her behind her: "Master, I know how to deal with my affairs myself, so I won't bother you. Also, I have to remind the master, now is a new era, and your master's set of things in that era has long been eliminated. Forget it today, I don't care. I don't want to hear such things again in the future. If the master insists on interfering in my private affairs, then we can't be friends."

"Amitabha." Master Fakong shouted the Buddha's name, then shook his head and sighed.

Before he could say anything else, Ning Tao pulled Qingzhui to the street stall of the cultivator who sold colorful snakeberry.

The cultivator who sold colorful snakeberry had a sharp face and a monkey cheek, which gave people a treacherous feeling at first glance.

"Senior, how do you sell these colorful snake berry?" Ning Tao said straight to the point.

"One,2 million." The cultivator who sold colorful snakeberry answered very simply.

Ning Tao said: "I only have five million, do you sell it?"

The cultivator who sells colorful snakeberry said disdainfully: "Do you think you are buying street stall goods at the night market? I will offer a price and you will cut it half for me. I see that you have asked several people and just asked if you don't buy it. I don't have money. Don't delay my business here, go to play elsewhere."

Ning Tao didn't care. He opened the small medicine box and took out the small porcelain bottle containing the fine primary prescription pills. He poured out two fine primary prescription pills and handed them to the cultivator who sold colorful snake berry: "This is the pill I refined. I used a lot of spiritual materials, which can prolong life and purify the body. Not to mention how good it is for your cultivation, it can help you consolidate the foundation you laid before. How about I exchange these two pills for your colorful snake berry?"

"Let me see." The cultivator who sold the colorful snakeberry took a fine primary prescription pill from Ning Tao's hand, then smelled the fragrance of the pill, and observed the pill light. Soon, he determined the value of the fine primary prescription pill, and his eyes looked at Ning Tao differently.

Ning Tao was secretly happy, but said calmly: "I will exchange two elixirs for you and one spiritual material, and you will not lose."

The cultivator who sold colorful snakeberry nodded.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came: "I'll pay 20 million to buy your spiritual materials."

Ning Tao turned around and saw Tang Huaiyu walking towards him at a glance.

The cultivator who sold the colorful snakeberry hesitated for a moment, and then handed back two fine prescription pills to Ning Tao: "Sorry, your pill is good, but I need more money."

Tang Huaiyu came over and said arrogantly: "Give me the account, I will pay 20 million to buy your spiritual materials."

Qing Zhui was about to attack, but Ning Tao grabbed her hand.

Tang Huaiyu looked at Ning Tao and sneered: "As long as it is something that makes you unhappy, I am willing no matter how much the price I pay."

Ning Tao did not answer the conversation.

Tang Huaiyu continued, but said, "As long as it is something you want, I will not get it. If you are unhappy with 20 million yuan, it is very cost-effective."

Ning Tao smiled and said, "Do you have a lot of money? You can buy whatever I like? Then you have to prepare the money."

After saying that, he thought that the Taoist nun who sold goblin stones walked over.

Tang Huaiyu was about to follow him, but the Xiuzhen, who sold colorful snakeberry, called her: "Hey! You haven't given the money yet."

"Give me the account." Tang Huaiyu didn't care about the 20 million.

But just when the cultivator who sold colorful snakeberry gave his account to Tang Huaiyu, Tang Zixian came over: "One is enough, don't have a second time."

Tang Huaiyu said angrily: "He killed my son, and his ancestors died at his hands. If you don't avenge our Tang family, you still have to stop me. Are you still from the Tang family?"

"Rareless!" Tang Zixian scolded: "Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?"

Tang Huaiyu suddenly froze and did not dare to speak rudely again.

"Give me money, I'll ask for this thing." Tang Zixian reached out and grabbed the colorful snakeberry, turned around and left.
Chapter completed!