Although one of the bottles of ready-made elixirs has a good effect of Peiyuan Pill, it is also expensive, more than 8 million yuan. Fan Xiaonan, who is short of money, can only give up.

After seeing this stall, Fun Xiaonan continued to look down.

The fifth stall is also a Taoist talisman, but there are several mid-level Taoist talismans on this stall, such as the Armor Breaking Talisman and the Chaos God Talisman. However, the price of such Taoist talisman is not low, and the price of a Chaos God Talisman is three million. This price makes Xiaonan secretly shake his head.

Three million is probably the same price as the secret store. If this talisman is so easy to sell, he will also sell the talisman.

Looking along like this, it was quite a bit like the magic weapon or some special elixir that imitated Xiao Nan.

But the prices are quite expensive, often 10 or 20 million yuan, which makes Fun Xiaonan sigh with his eyes closed.

After slipping down like this, Fun Xiaonan finally saw the existence of the five-star tiger claw grass on a stall.

After looking at the bottle of five-star tiger claw grass in the glass bottle, Xiaonan squatted down and looked at the stall owner.

The stall owner is between fifty and sixty years old and is sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes to rest; and his body is filled with a faint breath of spiritual power, which is obvious at first glance.

"Senior, how can I sell this five-star tiger claw grass?"

Listening to Fu Xiaonan's words, the stall owner slowly opened his eyes and said in a quiet voice: "A total of three taels, three million and five million!"

Hearing this price, Fun Xiaonan's eyes hopped, and then he smiled and said, "Senior, can it be cheaper?"

"No bargaining!" The stall owner glanced at Fun Xiaonan and said in a cold voice.

"Oh!" Fun Xiaonan smiled slightly, then reached out to take the aisle and said, "Okay, the deal is complete!"

Holding this glass bottle, Xiao Nan felt a sense of joy. Finally, he didn't come in vain, so he saved one million in this medicine. If he encountered some other things, it would be fine to save two or three million.

Next, Xiaonan quickly visited the hundreds of stalls for half of them, and it was still quite rewarding. He collected 300,000 yuan per pound of Eucommia ulmoides per pound, and then collected 3 pieces of Jiazi Polygonatum with one million yuan. Finally, he bargained for two hundred-year-old ginseng with slightly incomplete quality for three million yuan.

Although there is still one piece of Laoshan ginseng, these other three main medicines are imitated by Xiaonan to match fifteen pairs of tiger refining soup.

It only cost more than 7 million to buy the main medicine of Hu Lian Tang. The remaining nearly ten auxiliary medicines are not expensive, and it only takes less than one million to make fifteen pairs of them; there are only some gaps in Laoshan ginseng.

But in the final calculation, even if you add a piece of Laoshan ginseng, you can get fifteen pairs of tiger soup, which is much more than 10 million yuan. Compared to being able to barely make ten pairs of tiger soup in a secret shop, it is a lot of money; it saves three or four million.

It’s really better to save money than to make money.

While sighing, Fun Xiaonan put the medicine he bought into his backpack and carried it on, and then continued to wander around the market.

After all, this market only opens once every March. Since it is here, pay more attention.

Just now, I was mainly looking for medicinal materials, so I basically just took a quick look and started to relax. After a while, I saw the congenital old Li I saw in the secret store that day.

I saw that his face was a little dejected, and it seemed that he could not find the blue scale horn.

Looking at the depressed appearance of Old Li, Xiao Nan secretly felt fortunate that this market is still as complete as the secret store items in the national chain. After all, it is all things that monks harvested or made by themselves.

The reason why one can easily buy what one needs is only because these spiritual medicines are not too rare; in some places where spiritual energy is abundant, monks can encounter some more or less on weekdays; therefore, they buy them.

After wandering around for a while, Fun Xiaonan saw a lot of things he wanted to buy, and it was only sad to stay here, so he tightened his backpack and prepared to turn around and leave.

Just as he turned around, he suddenly heard someone in front of him exclaiming: "Breaking the Realm Pill, Soul-falling Banner!"

When I heard the last thing, Xiao Nan couldn't help but pause slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face. I didn't expect that in this small market, there would be even a magic weapon that could still be seen appearing in the soul attacking artifact.

After looking back, Fun Xiaonan decided to go over and see the fun. Those who can put out the Soul-falling Banner here must have some special needs.

Otherwise, this Soul-falling Banner could be seen here even at annual auctions?

When I waited so hard that Xiaonan came over to see, the stall over there was already crowded with people.

Xiaonan stood outside the crowd, stood on tiptoe and looked inside, and saw a middle-aged man with a thin face and a tired face, but a pair of tiger eyes but a pair of hidden powers were sitting cross-legged.

On the stall in front of him was a jade bottle and a three-foot-long white banner; on the white paper under the jade bottle and banner, there were a line of big words.

"It is also possible to acquire the intermediate level soul gathering talisman and exchange it for three realm-breaking pills or soul-falling banners!"

After looking at the middle-aged man carefully, Xiaonan's eyes narrowed slightly. The skin on the middle-aged man's face was crystal clear, and the innate spiritual energy was hidden all over his body, so he must have reached the Vajra realm.

Since it is the Vajra Realm, this Soul-falling Banner should be true.

Xiaonan looked at the Soul-falling Banner carefully and nodded secretly. Although the Soul-falling Banner is made of average materials and its refining techniques are a bit rough and cannot be considered a top-grade, it can also be regarded as an intermediate magic weapon.

This magic weapon is quite rare in itself, so at the intermediate level, the value is comparable to that of an upper-level ordinary magic weapon.

As for the three realm-breaking pills, they are also very valuable. One in the secret store costs 15 million yuan; and this realm-breaking pill is used by the Qi Condensation Realm to break through the innate nature; some people use two or three or four, and the demand is extremely high. Even if it is a private transaction outside, the price will not be less than 12 million yuan.

But looking at these two things, Fun Xiaonan shook his head slightly. Although both things are valuable and there will definitely be no fewer people who are attracted to it, it is quite difficult to exchange for a mid-level soul gathering talisman.

This intermediate soul gathering talisman is actually not of high value and can only be used for certain special purposes. Therefore, few talismanists will spend their energy to learn and research and make the talisman, so it is quite rare, and is typically priceless.

With this Vajra Realm's strength, he still has to come to such a small market to set up a stall to buy. I guess there is no way to try his luck.

Sure enough, the onlookers stared at the Breaking Realm Pill or the Soul-falling Banner, with green light rising in their eyes.

The cultivators in the Qi Condensation Realm basically stared at this Breaking Realm Pill. If there were three Breaking Realm Pills, the innate one would probably be inseparable from ten.

The cultivators in the innate realm all looked at the soul-falling banner. The soul-falling attack was hard to defend against. With this intermediate magic weapon, the soul-falling banner in hand, I was afraid that the Vajra realm would be a little afraid.

But no one came forward to talk to the middle-aged man. Everyone knew that a Vajra Realm came to this small market, and it was definitely not for money. Without the intermediate soul gathering talisman, there was no need to talk.

The people who came to watch came and left, batch after batch, but after a long time, no one came forward.

The middle-aged man sitting cross-legged finally showed a look of disappointment in his eyes; seeing that it was late at night, some stall owners began to close the stalls. After sighing, the middle-aged man put away the Breaking Realm Pill and the Soul-falling Banner, and walked towards his car somewhat lonely.

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Chapter completed!