Amidst the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, among the green mountains and green waters, a young man wearing coarse linen clothes is running quickly. Looking at that elegant figure, if a mortal sees it, he will definitely call him an immortal.

This person is Wang Changkong, who is rushing from home to the cultivation gathering. It is already the third day. Although he only knows the general direction of the gathering, there is no way to know the exact location.

There is a general introduction to this cultivation gathering in that travel book. This gathering is jointly managed by the three peak qi training powers of Fang, Wu, and Zhang. There are only a dozen shops in the gathering, and they can only trade some early and mid-term qi training.

There are very few cultivation resources in the later stage of Qi training.

Even though this gathering is so shabby, this shabby gathering is the only place within a hundred miles where cultivators can trade resources.

The Fang, Wu, and Zhang families are also the overlords within a hundred miles. Although the three families often have conflicts over training resources, since the three families are about the same strength, they will try to restrain themselves.

When Wang Changkong climbed over a high mountain and looked into the valley, he couldn't help but reveal a spring-breathing smile on his face.

I saw that there was a flat land below the mountain, and in the middle of the flat land was a small city. From time to time, people could be seen coming in and out.

Seeing this, he knew he was at the right place, so he immediately headed towards the city gate. When he came to the city gate, he looked up and saw the Shangshusan Mountain Assembly.

I saw a man guarding the city gate, but when I walked in, I didn't see the man asking for the city entrance fee. He just looked at me.

Although the other party's eyes were quite scrutinizing, I didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction, but walked in quickly.

As soon as you walk in and look up, you can see the end. However, the spiritual energy here is also quite rich. If you can practice here for a long time, you can probably save a lot of time to break through the second level of Qi training. I just thought about it.

I started to look at the shops on both sides.

The names on the shops are all the same, like Fang's Grocery Store, Zhang's Talisman Shop, Wu's Baicao Pavilion.

After walking around in a circle, Wang Changkong walked directly into a shop called Wuying Grocery Store.

As soon as I walked in, an old man who looked about sixty or seventy years old came over and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, please come in."

Wang Changkong also clasped his fists towards the old man to express respect. After all, the old man's cultivation level was higher in his perception. He should be in the late stage of Qi training. This is disrespectful. Strength determines everything.

When people see that a young monk like him, who is on the first level of Qi training, has no airs, and even greets him personally, he is giving him face, and he has to continue.

He immediately smiled and said: "Senior, do you have a spiritual ruler here? I want to buy one."

Looking at the attitude of this minor qi practitioner, the old man was calm on the surface but very satisfied in his heart. He immediately said: "A spiritual measuring ruler with twenty-five spiritual stones," and then took down a ruler-like thing from a shelf.

, but it has one more groove than the ruler, and the entire ruler body is also crystal clear.

"Senior, I have a robe here. Please tell me how many spiritual stones it is worth." Wang Changkong said, taking out a piece of clothing from his bulging chest.

The old man looked calm, took the piece of clothing, looked at it, tested it with his spiritual power, and then said: "This robe is a first-level mid-grade, so I'll give you fifty spiritual stones for the price."

Generally, a mid-grade robe can be sold for about sixty spirit stones, but the purchase price is definitely not that much. After all, people who open shops have to earn spirit stones.

Looking at the old man's warm smile, Wang Changkong felt a little entangled in his heart, but after thinking about it for a while, he still said: "Senior, there is nothing wrong with me."

Then he thought for a moment and continued: "Do you have any elixir for improving mana here?"

The old man looked at Wang Changkong's tangled expression and couldn't help but smile, and then said: "A spiritual ruler with twenty-five spiritual stones, a Yellow Tooth Pill and two spiritual stones, here are thirteen Yellow Tooth Pills, you can count them

Just a moment."

After handing these things to himself, the old man leisurely returned to the counter and closed his eyes in concentration.

Seeing this, Wang Changkong was a little speechless. The old man looked very kind, but what did he mean by forceful buying and selling? However, no one had a high level of cultivation, and it wasn't too much of a loss. It was better to leave quickly.

After bowing to the old man, he walked out of the door. The old man sitting at the counter slowly opened his eyes after Wang Changkong walked out of the shop. Looking at Wang Changkong's leaving figure, he couldn't help but murmured to himself: "Hey, no

I know if this kid can go back alive."

After saying that, he closed his eyes again and began to fall asleep.

Wang Changkong, who walked out of the shop, did not stop at the market, but walked directly out of the market and hurried towards his home.

When Wang Changkong walked out of Fangshi, a middle-aged monk at the third level of Qi training followed him furtively.

Wang Changkong ran for about ten miles when a flying sword suddenly jumped out in front of him and stabbed him.

Seeing this, the dead man was so frightened that he quickly injected his spiritual power into a golden shield talisman that he was holding tightly in his hand. When the flying sword was about to hit him, he also fired the golden shield talisman, forming a wave all over his body in an instant.

I picked up a golden mask and covered myself.

The moment the light mask appeared, the flying sword hit the light mask, but the light mask only shook for a while and blocked the sneak attack of the flying sword.

Following the direction in which the flying sword flew, I saw a burly masked monk. Judging from his aura, he should be a monk at the third level of Qi training.

When he saw the masked monk, Wang Changkong took out a fire knife talisman from his arms without hesitation, injected mana into it to fire it, and headed towards the masked monk.

The masked monk saw that he failed to succeed with one blow, and when he was about to carry out the next blow, he saw a fire knife slashing towards him. He couldn't help but cursed: "This little bastard is quite decisive." However, he did not dare to be careless and start using himself.

Flying sword magic weapon to resist.

On Wang Changkong's side, after firing the Fire Knife Talisman, he did not dare to neglect and took out an earthy yellow talisman from his arms to fire it. The moment he fired the talisman, a burst of yellow light appeared and Wang Changkong disappeared instantly.

Gone.

When Wang Changkong appeared again, he was already more than ten miles away. As soon as his figure appeared, he quickly ran towards home.

The black-clothed monk, after resisting the attack of the fire knife, was about to attack, but when he saw that no one was there, he quickly started to search around, but after searching around and finding nothing, he returned.

At the rally, start to watch for the next target to appear.

After running for dozens of miles, Wang Changkong quickly found a bush and got into it, and then began to meditate to restore his mana.

When my mana was almost half recovered, I continued to get up and rush home. However, after walking another twenty or thirty miles, the sun in the sky was showing its last smile of the day.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Wang Changkong couldn't help but find a secluded mountaintop and walked in. After taking out some dry food and eating some, he began to regain his magic power.

The selling price of a first-level low-grade magic weapon is about 20 spiritual stones, the selling price of a first-level middle-grade magic weapon is about 60 spiritual stones, and the selling price of a first-level high-grade magic weapon is about 180 spiritual stones. The defensive magic weapon

It will probably be 20% to 30% higher.

The usual selling price of first-grade low-grade elixirs is two spiritual stones per pill, the first-grade mid-grade pills are six spiritual stones per pill, and the first-grade high-grade pills are priced at twenty spiritual stones per pill. Healing pills will be more expensive.
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