It was a coincidence that when Ye Pengfei entered the white tent, the round-faced monk was also there. Seeing that his face was red, he smiled and personally gave him a monk. He either sold a lot of things or received good goods.

"Haha, it turns out to be Fellow Daoist Ye. Please come in, please come in, or are you planning to buy instant teleportation talisman?" The round-faced monk raised his eyes and saw Ye Pengfei, greeting him with a smile on his face. The words "harmony and wealth" were fully displayed on him.

Ye Pengfei also smiled and nodded, saying, "It turns out that you are the only one who sells instant teleportation talismans in the market, and you can only come to you."

"Haha, please rest assured, although it is an exclusive business, I, Zhang Hua, focus on sincerity and will never ask for a price everywhere." This round-faced monk named Zhang Hua, took Ye Pengfei to a corner of the tent with a smile on his face, took out an iron box from the cabinet, and opened it.

"Here, these are instantaneous teleportation talismans. I only have ten stocks. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Ye can look at it." Zhang Hua pointed to the talismans in the iron box and said with a smile.

These talismans have excellent texture and the patterns on them are very clear. A faint spiritual light floats on the talisman paper, just like this talisman has vitality, which makes people feel relieved at a glance.

Ye Pengfei asked: "How far can it be teleported?"

"At most one mile." Zhang Hua said frankly, "If you can instantly teleport farther talismans, you need to make it yourself by the Jindan Ancestor. That thing is expensive and rare. I can't get it in a small business."

"One mile is enough." Ye Pengfei smiled and asked again, "How much is each price?"

"A price is one price, three hundred spirits are available. What do you think of Fellow Daoist Ye?" Zhang Hua stretched out three fingers and gestured.

Just now, Ye Pengfei asked other stores about the market conditions of instant teleportation talismans. In Xian Town, the selling price is only this number, and Zhang Hua really didn't slaughter anyone.

"Okay, I'll want it all." Ye Pengfei responded happily and took out thirty medium-grade spirit stones from the storage bag to pay the bill.

After making a little profit, Zhang Hua's round face became even more smiling. He asked enthusiastically: "I wonder if Fellow Daoist Ye needs other things? Even if I don't have one here, I can help Fellow Daoist Ye come here."

"Haha, Boss Zhang is really good at doing business." Ye Pengfei praised.

His family is a businessman. When he sees such a very honest and skilled businessman, Ye Pengfei always feels a little friendly. He thought for a while and asked, "I wonder if Boss Zhang has any fasting pills?"

If you can find an opportunity and enter the secret realm of Thunder Spiritual Qi again, Ye Pengfei made up his mind to practice in it for a longer period of time. To explore the world of cultivation, one must be strength and two must be wisdom. One must be indispensable.

"Of course there is." Although the fasting pill is cheap, Zhang Hua also does a big business and does small business. He happily takes out a bottle of fasting pill and says, "There are ten grains inside, each with ten spirits."

After listening to Zhang Hua's offer, Ye Pengfei felt that the boss was very authentic in business and did not sell at all.

"This is a medium-grade spirit stone." Ye Pengfei took out a medium-grade spirit stone from the storage bag, handed it over, and then put the fasting pill into the storage bag.

"Does Fellow Daoist Ye need something?" Zhang Hua was still smiling. The business was made slowly, and the spirit stones were earned back little by little. Zhang Hua was not impatient and asked Ye Pengfei patiently.

"There is nothing to be needed." Ye Pengfei shook his head, and was about to leave, he remembered something and asked, "Don't you know Boss Zhang knows the weapon refiner? I want to repair a few magic weapons."

In addition to purchasing instantaneous teleportation talismans and fasting pills, you only need to repair the magic weapon obtained from Colin and Liu Minda. His only attack magic weapon was crushed by the monsters in the Thunder Spiritual Qi secret realm, and new ones must be added.

"I can repair magic tools, so can I do it here."

Zhang Hua's answer surprised Ye Pengfei. This boss is so good at doing business, he is simply a pampering thing.

"Okay, please ask Boss Zhang to estimate the price." Ye Pengfei said, and planned to take out the magic weapon from the storage bag.

"No." Zhang Hua laughed, "I don't know how to estimate the price. Please follow me with Fellow Daoist Ye."

Following Zhang Hua, he got out of the tent, walked for a while, and entered a light black tent. When he walked in, he saw an old man with white beard sitting behind a long wooden table. He couldn't see through his cultivation level, and looked at his momentum, he should be a foundation-building monk.

The old white-bearded man, knocking his legs freely, holding a yellowed book in his hand, reading it with relish, ignoring Zhang Hua and Ye Pengfei.

"Uncle II, a guest is here." Zhang Hua coughed a few times before pulling back the white-bearded old man's attention from the book.

"Haha, sorry, I'm fascinated." The old man with white beard pulled his beard embarrassedly and looked at Ye Pengfei, "Little brother, are you planning to customize magic weapons and spiritual weapons, or are you planning to repair them?"

"Repair the magic weapon."

"Take it out and take a look."

Ye Pengfei took out a broken magic weapon from the storage bag in his hand, which was a low-grade magic sword.

"Lower grade, medium damage, ten spirits." Seeing that he had just yawned the low-grade magic weapon, the old man with white beard yawned, feeling it was boring, and he planned to read his own book again.

Generally, low-grade magic weapons sell for price ranging from twenty spirits to fifty or sixty spirits. Ye Pengfei felt that the price was fair. He laughed and said, "Senior, I still have magic weapons."

"Oh, then take it out."

The old man with white beard thought, how many magic weapons can a qi refiner have? The first one is just a low-grade one, and I think there are only a few low-grade magic weapons. Among casual cultivators, this is normal.

However, when Ye Pengfei heard the instructions of the old man with white beard and took out all the damaged magic weapons, he was shocked.

"Kid, you just got back from a robbery!"

Including the magic sword just now, the eighteen magic weapons, the long table was filled with a pile.

"Cough! Cough!" Zhang Hua coughed hard twice again, and the old man with white beard came to his senses.

"Haha, you shouldn't ask, you shouldn't ask." The old man with white beard smiled awkwardly, glanced at the damaged magic weapons, and quickly quoted a total price.

Ye Pengfei thought about it for a while and felt that the price was very reasonable, so he paid the deposit very happily and walked out of the tent with Zhang Hua.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Ye, I'm sorry, my second uncle is an old naughty boy and likes to joke. But his mouth is still very strict and he will never talk nonsense." As soon as he left the tent, Zhang Hua quickly explained.

"It's nothing. I'll pick it up in a few days." Ye Pengfei waved his hand and laughed, "By the way, Boss Zhang's business is so complicated, I guess he has to rent a tent, what price?"

With the previous experience, Ye Pengfei asked for the price directly.

Zhang Hua laughed and said, "Of course there are tents for rent, which is my third sister's business. Let's go, I'll take you there!"
Chapter completed!