Donghai Flower and Bird Market!

Ning Chuan came to this place again.

The purpose is very simple, collect some medicine materials.

Hong Tian’s incident made Ning Chuan feel a certain crisis. Before becoming a first-level magician, Ning Chuan was still very fragile. He would be unable to protect himself if he met a powerful enemy!

He carried his backpack with 100,000 yuan in cash in his bag. Ningchuan took a bus to the flower and bird market early in the morning.

Pharmacy is a complex chemistry course, and many of the materials required are unheard of and unseen.

Last time, in order to refine primary potions, Ningchuan once visited the flower and bird market. He remembered many materials and plunged into the flower and bird market!

Things that others abandoned will undoubtedly become Ningchuan's treasures.

The leaves and roots of flowers and plants, or the scales of fish, are all good things in Ning Chuan's eyes. They are carefully packed in a box and put them in a bag.

When encountering something that is difficult to get, Ning Chuan directly uses money to open the way.

From a minimum of one hundred to two or three hundred, the owners of the flower and bird market are very happy. Mosquito meat is also meat, and there is no loss to them.

"The flower and bird market is really a good place!"

Ning Chuan put on a bright feather with a smile on his face. After most of the day, he collected all the materials needed. He was in a good mood and did not have the trouble he imagined.

"The last few are missing now!"

Ning Chuan recalled carefully that there are two types of flowers and bird markets, which is the last one of the century-old dead trees that are hard to find, so maybe they have to change places.

In less than half an hour, the last two materials were obtained.

"It's more troublesome to have a hundred-year-old yin dead wood!"

Ning Chuan frowned. It was lacking the material of a century-old Yin dead wood. If you want to refine the pharmaceutical agent, is this a big trouble for Ning Chuan?

"Look first, look for it, and then think of another way if you can't find it!"

This kind of thing is hard to find!

Walk around aimlessly.

There is no need to be busy collecting materials. Ningchuan can walk and see and visit the flower and bird market.

"There are so many local tyrants in the flower and bird market. They buy flowers and plants that cost tens of thousands of times without blinking!"

Along the way, Ningchuan found that there were many local tyrants here. No wonder the bosses were very calm. They really didn’t open a year, and they had to eat for three years.

The taste of rich people is really special!

After visiting most of the flower and bird market, Ningchuan didn't even see the shadow of the century-old dead tree. He was discouraged and knew that there would be no receipts in the flower and bird market. He planned to change places.

Ningchuan came out of the flower and bird market and stopped a taxi.

“Go to Antique Street!”

"Okay!"

The driver was a middle-aged man with a generous temperament. He flew out as soon as he stepped on the accelerator.

More than ten minutes later, the taxi stopped by an alley, "This is Antique Street!"

"Thanks!"

After paying the fare, Ning Chuan got out of the car and looked at an antique street of ancient buildings not far away.

Compared with the antique street and the flower and bird market, it looks much quieter, with a rich sense of history and less modern architecture and urban surroundings.

"I hope there will be some receipt!"

Ningchuan walked into the antique street.

This is the first time Ningchuan has come here. I have heard from my classmates that a few years ago, someone has picked up a bargain on the antique street. He spent hundreds of dollars to get an old item and sold it for more than one million yuan. It was a rumor at that time.

As soon as I came in outside, Ningchuan saw stalls on both sides of the store, with big and small things placed on them, which were quite old, and seemed to be things that had been a long time ago.

"Young man, I'm all good things. I just arrived, take a look!"

"Don't listen to him, this is a good thing. I missed this village but there is no store anymore!"

When the owner of the street stall saw Ningchuan looking around, his eyes were shiny, as if he saw a fat sheep, and he wanted to pounce on him and slaughter him a few times.

"I really think of me as a rich man!"

Ning Chuan sneered. He had never seen pig runs and had eaten meat. The antique street was very deep and I knew it very early. Their favorite was to slaughter the local tyrants. One knife would make a piece of fat meat.

The century-old yin dead trees are the purpose of coming to Antique Street this time. Ningchuan doesn’t like anything else for the time being.

This one doesn't have it!

This one doesn't have it either!

Ning Chuan walked very slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and outsiders seemed to be afraid of the sun. In fact, Ning Chuan was sensing the cold air emitted by the century-old dead trees.

Ningchuan can feel it as long as it is within a certain range.

After practicing for so long, my mental power has increased. Although I cannot be released for the time being, it is much stronger than ordinary people's sensitivity and can easily feel things.

Ningchuan has its own reason for coming to Antique Street. The century-old Yin and Dead Tree is the name in the Light Continent. It is not very clear what the name is on the earth. If it can reach a century, it should be favored by some people and may be sold on Antique Street.

The opportunity to discover century-old dead trees in antique streets should be greater than that in the flower and bird market.

That's what Ning Chuan thinks.

As he walked, Ning Chuan stopped in vain and looked at a stall in the distance, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Is there such a thing really?"

Ning Chuan's face returned to normal and walked towards the street stall not far away.

"Young man, do you want to see it?"

The street stall owner is a middle-aged man like a farmer, looking in his forties. He sat on a stool and looked up and said with a simple face.

"I see that your things are not as good as those in front!"

Ning Chuan glanced casually and said disdainfully.

The middle-aged farmer was anxious and happy. He was a rookie again, "How is it possible? I am better than them. You haven't even looked at it carefully. Look at this pen holder, good things from the Qing Dynasty, and this snuff bottle, used by the prince's mansion~~~~"

"Then let me see!" Ning Chuan squatted down, fiddled with the gadgets on the street stall, his eyes accidentally swept over a black stone bead, his fingers touched by, his body shook slightly, and fell back on the pen holder that was just beginning, "My grandfather is about to have a birthday. He usually likes to write and write. This pen holder is pretty good. You can offer a price!"

"Young man, you have a good eye. Your grandfather will definitely like this pen holder. This is a good thing from the Qing Dynasty. If something hadn't happened at home, I wouldn't have sold it!" said a middle-aged man like a farmer with a smile, "Since you like it, I will bear to give it up. This thing is priced at 5,000 yuan!"

"It's too expensive!" Ning Chuan sneered in his heart. This guy was so damn-hearted that he shook his head and acted to stand up. "I am a poor student, don't mention five thousand, I can't even get it out before!"

After finally meeting a rookie, how could it be missed?

"Young man, this is such a good thing. It depends on your filial piety and you will be sold for three thousand yuan!"

"don't want!"

"Three thousand yuan is the cheapest!"

"Then you keep it yourself!"

Ning Chuan stood up and prepared to leave, "Anyway, there are a lot of things on the antique street here, so I'm not afraid of not being able to buy anything!"

When he saw that Ning Chuan was really leaving, the boss was anxious, "Young man, don't leave. The price is easy to negotiate. The cheapest is 1,000. I can't sell it even if it continues to be cheap!"

"Five hundred, I'll want it! Ning Chuan doesn't talk nonsense.

"I collected the pen holder from fifty in the countryside. Now it's good to sell it for five hundred. It's not in vain. I'll have a trip." The middle-aged farmer calculated in his heart and sighed, "Young man, you're so ruthless. You'll sell you for five hundred!"

Ning Chuan had known that the boss would agree, and the price of 500 was still a big deal, so he was not at a loss. After getting the pen holder, he pointed to a black bead not far away and there were several copper coins. "Boss, I think the beads and copper coins are good, so why don't you give them to me? My brother always pestered me to ask for copper coins, saying that he wanted to make several copper coins rings!"
Chapter completed!