"Let's take a walk and take a look. It's a fine mother-of-pearl marble, a necessary material for making golden treasures."
"Longyang Golden Pill, an excellent pill for replenishing divine power, only requires a piece of low-grade gold, treasure and chalcedony."
"Shenwu Dan is made from the golden body of a master. One pill can last for an hour without losing any magical power. The quantity is not large. If you want to buy it, hurry up."
There are not many stalls in Donggufang City, only forty or fifty large and small, but it is lively and bustling inside, and there are also many casual practitioners. Basically, there are several times the number of stalls, with hundreds of people.
Walking in from outside the island, Feng Jueyu felt strange. Logically speaking, in a place on the edge of the fairy island like this, no matter how many casual cultivators there are, there shouldn't be so many people. Donggufang City is not the largest city here.
How come there are so many monks gathered in a small market?
Although he searched the old man's soul, some things in his memory could not be completely transferred to his mind. Feng Jueyu expressed doubts about seeing so many people in such an inconspicuous market, but he didn't care, people talk too much.
It's complicated and there's a lot of information that's easy to find out.
Thinking in his heart, Feng Jueyu ostensibly went to visit the market, but in fact he pricked up his ears to listen to what these people were saying.
There must be a lot of bargaining about buying things, and naturally some people are chatting about other things while walking together. As soon as he walked into the market, he heard two people talking while walking together.
One of them said: "Have you heard? A few days ago, three masters appeared on the sea outside the island and had a big fight. The momentum was earth-shattering. I guess they must be masters of the Nirvana Realm."
"Really or not? Spirit Sword Island is not big, and there are only a few masters in the Broken Nirvana Realm. Who is it? With such a big hatred?" The other one expressed shock, his eyes widening.
The man from before held his belly and laughed twice, wondering whether to laugh or cry: "What are you thinking? The masters on the island don't have that kind of leisure. It's not like you don't know that our Lingjian Island is among the outer islands of the overseas fairy islands.
It’s the safest place. Among the big forces in the nearby islands, who wants to see our community destroyed? Who dares to cause trouble here?”
"That is……"
"Eighty percent of them are from outside. The two masters of the ghost clan from the soul clan are really not weak in strength. However, they ran into trouble. I heard that the guy who was fighting with them had a cold ice element and was extremely proficient in it. He could use three moves and two moves.
He beat that guy until he vomited blood. If they hadn't escaped so quickly, they wouldn't have known how they died?"
When Feng Jueyu heard it at first glance, he understood. The eight achievements these two guys were talking about were the two guys from the soul tribe that Xuan Zhong and Xuan Zhong said they met. But after hearing this, he was also alert.
I learned some things from it that I didn’t know.
That is Spirit Sword Island, and it is not as simple as it seems.
There is an alliance of casual cultivators on Lingjian Island to maintain law and order. This is a superficial phenomenon. After listening to what these two people said, Feng Jueyu realized that some forces nearby were also protecting Lingjian Island. Their purpose seemed to be simply to maintain Lingjian Island.
These markets have been inherited by the island for thousands of years.
In fact, it’s not surprising if you think about it. If there are various forces entrenched in a place, and everyone wants to dominate, the market will inevitably be affected. Once the market is unsafe, who will bring things to sell?
What about trading? On the contrary, if a market is calm and everyone enjoys exchanging treasures, of course everyone will be happy to get together and communicate.
They are all pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts. No one wants to fight and kill every day with their heads stuck in their belts.
With this information, Feng Jueyu became more confident and bold. He followed the two people and listened to some people chatting, but he did not get any more information that was more beneficial to him. Most of them were bargaining or gathering around somewhere.
At the stall, they discuss whether a certain treasure is real, or express curiosity about some strange things, etc.
Without the necessary information, Feng Jueyu left the two people who were talking nonsense, wandered around the city without any results, and turned to the next city.
The reputation of Lingjian Island's market is indeed well-deserved. The two markets are not far apart, only a few miles away. Another market has appeared on the other island.
This market is much bigger, four or five times larger than Donggufang City. The name of the market is: Shaojiafang City. It was actually opened by Shaojia, one of the three major local aristocratic families, and the flow of people is even greater.
It is densely packed, and there are teahouses and wine shops for rest. Walking from the Rainbow Bridge, looking around, you can see the dark crowds crowded in the city, rubbing shoulders and elbows, densely packed, but they don't dislike each other, but are happy with each other.
Cultivators are very solitary in character. Gatherings like this are rare in the grand world, and it is rare for these aloof guys to blend into such a large group without showing expressions of disgust. It seems that they are different from the people in this city.
Things are unclear.
Since so many people can gather together to hunt for treasures in the city, there must be many treasures in Shaojiafang City that deserve people's attention.
With something in mind, Feng Jueyu was not exempt from vulgarity, and he quickly integrated into the crowd of Shaojiafang City.
When he walked in and took a look, he was not disappointed. The two stalls near the gate of Fangshi were considered the best, but they were only stalls outside. However, many people gathered in front of these two stalls.
There are various bottles on one of the stalls, and the aroma is about to gather into a colorful cloud above the stall. Through the cloud cover, you can see the flow of the original scent.
No need to ask, the stalls mainly sell elixirs.
The other stall is filled with all kinds of magical artifacts. Of course, generally better magical artifacts will not be placed on the street stalls to attract covetous attention. However, there are also many low-grade golden treasure magical artifacts on it, and there is even a medium-grade magical artifact.
For sale.
There were quite a few people gathered at this stall, most of them were masters with cultivation levels above the Hun Ti realm, and a few were at the Lingtai realm.
A few people obviously took a fancy to the middle-grade magic weapon, which was a vermilion pen. It was unknown what its use was. Although the middle-grade golden treasure magic weapon was not a particularly good thing, it was extremely powerful after all. Thinking of this grand plan,
, but not everyone is as rich as Feng Da Killer. It would be good for an average Lingtai realm to be able to get low-grade golden treasures. As for mid-grade ones, they are basically considered rare items.
Originally, the few masters with pure body and perfect body also wanted to buy this magic weapon, but when they saw three Lingtai realms fighting for it next to them, they wisely stepped aside.
There is no other reason. With their strength, they don’t want to offend a master who is stronger than themselves. Although there are several big forces in the market secretly maintaining public order, it would be bad if you bought a magic weapon and offended a master.
If they block you outside, can you still run?
No one wanted to cause trouble for themselves, so they took a few steps back and watched the three Lingtai realms fighting over each other.
"Boss, I'll give you 100 yuan of medium-grade gold, precious stones and chalcedony." A middle-aged man stretched out an iron-rod-like finger.
A young man next to him quit his job and mocked: "Do you know how this heart-killing pen is made? Just give me a hundred yuan, and you have the nerve to bid."
There are very few cultivators who are as wealthy as their country. One hundred pieces of middle-grade gold, treasure and jade marrow is not too much for an ordinary casual cultivator, but young people sneer at it.
Seeing that there was a lot of excitement to be seen, Feng Jueyu stopped for a while and heard the middle-aged man say displeasedly: "What nonsense are you talking about? If I want you, just bid. Don't be so jabbering."
The young man glanced disdainfully, reached for his waist, took out a treasure bag and threw it on the stall: "Three hundred."
The words were simple and the meaning was shocking. The crowd around them exclaimed. Three hundred pieces of chalcedony are quite a lot.
The middle-aged man's face suddenly turned as red as a pig's liver. He couldn't take out three hundred pieces of chalcedony.
At this moment, another old man with gray hair raised his eyelids and said: "I will pay three hundred and five."
"hiss?"
Is there room for appreciation?
Feng Jueyu was also a little surprised. He didn't think anything of it when he heard the name Zhu Xinbi before, but these two people kept raising the price, which meant that this treasure was extraordinary. Moreover, the young man came clearly prepared.
The treasure bag should contain all middle-grade gold, treasure and chalcedony, which shows that he knows the Heart-killing Pen as a magical weapon very well.
Obviously, the old man was not a vegetarian, so he raised the price.
At this time, Feng Jueyu's attention has been transferred to the stall owner. The stall owner is a strange-looking man with a face of about thirty, neither big nor small.
Nothing comes out. Cultivators pay attention to maintenance and have the original divine power in their body. Even if they are hundreds of years old, they will still appear in their prime and youth.
The stall owner, on the other hand, seemed to be aloof and seemed dissatisfied with the two people's bids.
Without any surprise, the young man held out a finger and said arrogantly: "I'll add another hundred."
"Five hundred and five." The old man did his duty.
The two extolled each other, and within a short time the value of this treasure was worth thousands.
When the old man reached fifteen hundred, the young man started to sweat. He looked at the old man sideways, with a chill flashing in his eyes. Even so, the old man turned a blind eye. He hadn't seen the young man bid for a long time. The old man said: "This little brother,
Do you still have to bid? If not, the Heart-killing Pen will be mine."
While the old man was speaking, he stretched out his hand towards the Heart-killing Pen. The young man seemed to want to bid, but due to the lack of money, he just gritted his teeth in hatred.
Seeing that the treasure was about to fall into the hands of others, the stall owner stretched out his hand and pressed the old man's withered hand: "Wait a minute, I won't sell this treasure for less than two thousand."
"What?" When the old man heard this, his eyes narrowed and he looked at the stall owner full of displeasure: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The stall owner didn't even raise his eyelids, and gave him a gentle push, as if a strong force pushed him out. The old man loosened his hand, and the crowd around him realized that the strength of this stall owner was probably even higher than that of the old man and the young man.
On the way up, the stall owner said: "The things belong to me, and how I sell them is my business. It's your business to bid randomly. What does it have to do with me?"