As soon as he got the jade bone sword, Qian Meng immediately felt a surge of power in his body. At the same time, his spiritual power became more intense and active, and he blurted out: "What a magical weapon."
The big bone sword can increase strength and energy, so of course it makes sense when you start it.
Qian Meng made a sword flower, and then injected spiritual power into it. With a stroke of the sword tip, a white light flashed through, and a large hole was opened on the stone platform in front of him.
"Ouch"
This hand shocked the surrounding people, and their eyes immediately lit up. This was not a middle-grade magical weapon. Its power was almost as powerful as that of a high-grade weapon. Moreover, the material looked stronger than the peach wood sword and the copper coin sword.
"Good sword."
After trying it for a while, Qian Meng put the jade bone sword back on the stall. He was excited and confused.
"Uncle, don't you like it?"
"Hai, this magical weapon is not common in this world. I am accustomed to using broadswords, and this Han sword is a bit uncomfortable."
Zhang Ziyu became curious when he heard this. Qian Meng's move just now was indeed a wide open and close sword technique, rather than a light sword technique, which is rare among practitioners.
So he asked curiously: "Uncle, what business do you usually do?"
Qian Meng rolled his eyes, everyone is a cultivator, what kind of business can they do?
"Serious business, killing demons and demons in our area, earning a little money to support yourself. Little Taoist Priest, do you have a magic weapon like the Ghost Head Sword?"
Qian Meng just asked. After all, the majority of magical weapons were swords. He didn't really place his hope on this. He was already rummaging through the pile of jade bone swords for a wider sword.
"Ghost-headed sword?"
Zhang Ziyu narrowed his eyes, this thing is not the executioner's thing. Looking at Qian Meng's figure and aura, it seems that he really looks like an executioner.
"Little Taoist Priest, you don't have to guess. My ancestors were executioners. In my father's generation, I recognized a master and entered the world of cultivation."
Qian Meng was generous and grinned.
Zhang Ziyu shook his head and said: "I don't have a ghost head knife here, but how about you try this?"
He handed the pistol to Qian Meng. Qian Meng was stunned for a moment: "Isn't this a pistol? It's also a magic weapon."
"Read the instructions carefully."
Qian Meng was surprised when he saw the words listed by Zhang Ziyu: "Are you serious?"
"Of course, the products produced by Maoshan must be high-quality."
Taoist priest Qianhe was hesitant to speak at the side, wanting to tell his nephew that it was not good to use his sect’s name like this?
But thinking about the craftsmanship of my nephew, I still held back. It was indeed a high-quality product, and there seemed to be no problem in using it.
"Why don't you give old money a try?"
The curiosity of the people around him was obviously aroused. They were not as careless as Qian Meng and did not take a closer look at the products.
Just now, many people have gone through all the products, and their hearts have already stirred up a storm.
The Xiaoyin Blood Peiyuan Pill, the Purple Gall Body Strengthening Pill, the Giant Monster Potion and the Healing Potion were all four kinds of pills that they had never heard of, but the effects of the introductions all attracted them.
But it’s really hard to verify this elixir thing. It’s better to look at the magic weapon first to prove it.
The magical weapons are also very stunning, especially the pair of guns and the black armor.
Qian Meng was not polite, he picked up the black gun and input his spiritual power, and then two shots were fired. Two bolts of thunder and lightning shot out instantly, hitting a futon thirty meters away, and lightning suddenly lit up.
"So powerful."
"Is this from Maoshan's Palm?!"
Some people had good eyesight and saw that the thunder bomb was somewhat similar to the palm thunder, but it was precisely this that made them even more shocked.
If you can launch palm thunder by inputting spiritual power, wouldn't ordinary talismans be useless?
Gan!
The expressions of several people who were planning to sell talismans at this fair changed. They were not talisman masters, and the talismans they made were roughly at this level of power. Now that they had this thing, their gains would be much smaller.
"rumble"
Qian Meng fired a few more shots, his face became a little weak, and then he stopped.
The black gun's palm thunder consumes a lot of energy. After a few shots, he, a guy at the first level of foundation building, has already consumed a quarter of his spiritual energy. There is no need to continue trying.
The high consumption is not the shortcoming of this black gun. Qian Meng admitted that the high consumption is due to his lack of strength and has nothing to do with the black gun.
"Uncle, how do you feel? Do you still want the Ghost Head Sword?"
"What's the Ghost Tou Dao? Did I say I want the Ghost Tou Dao? I want this black gun. Just call me Qian Meng. How can I change it for this black gun?"
Qian Meng shamelessly asked the price. It seemed that the ancestral craftsmanship of the ghost head knife had to be replaced by the craftsmanship of this pistol.
Also, which man can resist the joy of masturbating?
Zhang Ziyu pointed to the words he had carved, which he had already written on before.
"Two of the Black Spear's 100-year-old herbs, 50-year-old herbs, or cultivation materials equivalent to this value can be given to me for evaluation. Useful elixirs, classics, and secret techniques can be valued at a premium."
"hiss"
Everyone took a breath of air-conditioning. Hundred-year-old medicinal materials were not easy to find, and few of them had them.
At this time, they went to take a closer look at other products, including a bottle of Xiaoyin Blood Peiyuan Pill made of thirty-year-old medicine, a bottle of Troll Potion made of forty-year-old medicine, and a bottle of Purple Gall Strengthening Pill made of eighty-year-old medicine or fifty-year-old medicine 4
strain.
The magical weapons are even more expensive. The python inner armor is made from fifty-year-old medicinal materials, the jade bone sword is also from around the eighties, and the three-piece set of tyrant armor is made from medicinal materials that are one hundred years old and thirty-year-old.
A set of medicinal materials that are at least three hundred years old would cost tens of thousands in the world, and they are still expensive but not marketable.
The most difficult thing about bartering is the conversion of value. Zhang Ziyu simply set a standard based on his own consumption of the bulk, that is, medicinal materials, as a measure of value.
But when people see this standard, they can't help but feel chilled. Good balls are so expensive that they can't afford them.
They have more or less medicinal materials in their hands, but if they really want to take out the medicinal materials that have hundreds of years of medicinal power at once, it is simply a waste of money. They are almost all the stuff at the bottom of the box.
For a while, many people backed down, and someone said with a wry smile: "The products produced by Maoshan are indeed high-quality products, but we have no capital for this transaction."
Some people know the goods and don’t think the price is outrageous. It’s expensive, but take the black gun as an example. It is equivalent to a long-lasting palm mine. This thing is more powerful than ordinary high-grade magic weapons. Isn’t it worth the price?
Some people are secretly thinking about what they should change. The magic weapon cannot be replaced, but it is not that they can't get it like the Xiaoyin Blood Peiyuan Pill or the Troll Potion.
Of course, some people got red-eyed and said sarcastically: "Maoshan is indeed a big sect, and everything is so expensive. What kind of classics and secrets can be priced at a premium? Why don't we learn enough from Maoshan?"
As soon as these words came out, the people around him immediately distanced themselves from the mean and slim-faced monk. Zhang Ziyu looked over with a slightly cold expression, his eyes flashing like lightning arcs, full of intimidation, which startled the man.
"Why do you have a problem with our Maoshan?"
As soon as these words came out, the man's face turned pale. He just said slanderous words subconsciously. Who would have thought that Zhang Ziyu would listen to it. Now he really wanted to choke him, but he didn't dare. For a moment, his gray and gray face was revealed.
After holding it in for a long time, he said: "I'm just talking, there's a misunderstanding."
"The things are here, clearly marked with prices. If you have any questions, you don't have to buy them. If you are unsure, you can discuss them. As for the classics and secret techniques, do you know that the knowledge of our predecessors is the foundation of our cultivators' lives? Why not exchange it for a premium?
"
Zhang Ziyu's tone was indifferent, and he looked at the monks around him and said, "I'm not very talented, but I just like reading books. If there are books that I'm willing to give up, the secret arts will naturally not treat you badly."
People treat him kindly, and Zhang Ziyu naturally behaves kindly to others.
Others were not as good as this thin-faced monk, but Zhang Ziyu didn't show any shame, and of course he wouldn't talk down to him.
"Knowledge is the foundation of a cultivator's life, this is a good saying!"