Kang Guangwen said: "This bluestone gathering is not big, but it can fully meet all the needs of our monks in the Qi refining period. Exercises, spells, and elixirs are all for sale. As long as there are enough spiritual stones, you can even go to the treasure refining shop here.
Buy the best magic weapon!"
The ultimate magic weapon?
Shu Han thought to himself that he only had one Gangtian Four-pole Sword Formation now. Although he could advance, attack, retreat or defend, no one in the world of cultivating immortals would think that he had too many top-quality magical weapons.
It's not that he can't refine it himself.
It's just that the failure rate of top-quality magic weapons is too high, the time required to refine the materials is too long, and the magic weapons made with one's own attainments will not be too strong.
Xie Ming handed over a mask and explained: "The wealth in the world of immortality should not be disclosed. It is best to conceal your identity when making transactions. Murder and treasure grabbing are not uncommon. Brother Shu Han must be careful."
Shu Han took the mask: "Thanks for the tip, but even if you have a mask, aren't you afraid of someone following you?"
"Don't worry about that. You can freely choose the direction of the Bagua exit at the Qingshi Gathering, and no one else can peep at it. Brother Shu Han, after we go out, we agreed to meet at the Li Gua entrance and exit just now."
Then the two led Shu Han to a stall. The stall owner was an old man with a white beard.
He glanced at the two of them and said in a bad tone: "It's you again? The Dharma pickaxe is broken again? These are the latest batch of refined Dharma pickaxes. Take your pick."
Kang Guangwen pulled Shu Han out with a smile and said: "This little brother of mine wants to buy a Fahao. He is a casual cultivator who has just come to Dayun. Mr. Zhang, considering that we are also old customers, please make the price more reasonable."
Mr. Zhang sat on the rocking chair, looked at Shu Han with squinted eyes, and snorted disdainfully: "You are just a bastard again, you guys are really not idle!"
Shu Han picked a magic pick that was of good quality and asked, "How many spiritual stones does this have?"
"Twelve low-grade spiritual stones!"
Hearing this, Xie Ming couldn't help but his eyelids twitched.
"I'm telling you, Lao Zhangtou, you're starting to raise the price, right? A middle-grade magical pickaxe costs twelve spiritual stones? It's only five or six spiritual stones at most. You can double it? Why don't you go and grab it!"
Mr. Zhang snorted: "This is the price of my things! If it's not enough, aren't you willing to help others? Help him get it together!"
Shu Han handed over a bottle of Heqi Pill and asked, "How much spiritual stone is this bottle of Heqi Pill worth?"
Lao Zhang took the Heqi Pill, sniffed it, and praised: "Yes, it is a top-grade Heqi Pill. I have collected the eight spiritual stones." He kept tapping the table with his fingers and looked at Kang Wenguang with turbid eyes.
, said: "You are also regular customers. You should help me make more money, otherwise I won't be able to control my nonsense."
Snap!
Kang Guangwen took out four spiritual stones on the stall and said angrily: "Okay! Lao Zhangtou! I'll make up for it!"
Immediately afterwards, the two of them pulled Shu Han and left the stall.
Shu Han took the magic pickaxe and thanked him: "Thank you for your help, brother. I will definitely return these four spiritual stones in time in the future."
"Hey! If you want to go down to the mine and help me, why do you care so much about this little spiritual stone?"
Shu Han glanced at the carefree old Zhangtou in the distance, frowned and asked: "Why do you tolerate such high prices? Why can't you find another company?"
Xie Ming explained: "Old Zhangtou is all alone. We are also old customers. Forget it, let him earn more this time."
Shu Han was dumbfounded when he heard this theory.
Shouldn’t old customers get more discounts? Is there any reason to earn more?
Who dares to be a regular customer like this? How can he not be an old leek?
Then the two of them separated from Shu Han and went to find a corner stall selling storage bags.
Shu Han, on the other hand, thought of it and put the spiritual stone presented by Kang Guangwen into the black jar in the storage bag.
Soon the spiritual stones in the black jar began to double in size.
However, the speed was much slower than usual, and it took a quarter of an hour to get a full can.
This is much slower than usual!
Shu Han quickly tried using other storage bag materials, and found that the growth rate had resumed.
Could it be that the speed at which the black can can copy items is related to the level of the items?
But it doesn’t matter if you go a little slower, immortal cultivators have plenty of time.
There were three hundred spirit stones in a jar. Shu Han was browsing the stalls and copying them in his storage bag. In less than half an hour, he had a bunch of low-level spirit stones that shone brightly, enough for a jar.
One thousand two hundred spiritual stones.
Shu Han silently calculated in his mind that there were three hundred pills in a quarter of an hour and one thousand two hundred pills in half an hour.
It seems that the black tank can also copy items quickly, with a throughput of about 2,400 low-level spiritual stones per hour.
Although there is a speed limit, the throughput is still very scary.
A monk like Kang Guangwen, who is in the twelfth level of Qi Refining, has to argue endlessly over three or four spiritual stones, which shows how precious spiritual stones are.
And after Shu Han waited for an hour, he had more spiritual stones than he could accumulate in a lifetime.
With a huge sum of money in his pocket, Shu Han's confidence to visit the stalls became stronger.
He scanned the magical artifact stalls at the Qingshi Gathering, but there was nothing that caught his eye. The best ones were just some high-grade magical artifacts of varying quality. And a product at the elixir stall attracted his attention.
It was a small bottle of liquid with the label "Five Poison Water" on it.
The stall owner smiled and said: "The five poisonous water can be contaminated by monks below the sixth level of Qi Refining, and most of their combat power will be lost immediately. If this fellow Taoist wants it, I will give you eight spiritual stones at a cheaper price."
Shu Han read about the Seven Poison Waters in "Bai's Treasure Refining Record". It is said that monks in the early stage of foundation building will have their mana greatly reduced for a period of time if they are contaminated.
If it's a little lower, you'll die immediately!
If he could have a large amount of Seven Poison Water, he wouldn't be afraid of the monks in the early stages of foundation building now.
"I've heard of seven-poison water before, how different is it from your five-poison water?"
The stall owner gestured with his thumb: "Fellow Taoist is knowledgeable. This Seven Poison Water is extracted from the Five Poison Water. Two highly toxic herbs are added to the refining. The effect is ten times more powerful than the Five Poison Water!"
"Did you refine this Five Poison Water?"
The stall owner nodded and said, "Yes, it took a lot of effort and materials."
"Why not refine the Seven Poison Water? Wouldn't it be more profitable?"
"Fellow Taoist is joking, the other two poisons of Seven Poison Water are too rare, and one bottle of Seven Poison Water will cost hundreds of bottles of Five Poison Water to refine. How can I do this?"
"One hundred and twenty spiritual stones!"
The stall owner was stunned: "Huh?"
Shu Han put back the Five Poison Water and said: "One hundred and twenty spiritual stones will be exchanged for your Five Poison Water making formula, plus one ingredient for making the Five Poison Water, and tell me what the other two poisons are."
"this……"
The stall owner said: "Fellow Taoist, you are trying to steal business! I can't sell this, I still hope..."
"One hundred and fifty!"
The stall owner took a deep breath and looked at the mysterious man in front of him, his face changing from gloomy to sunny.
"One hundred and seventy!"
Shu Han increased the price again and persuaded: "That's about right. One hundred and seventy spirit stones. How many bottles of Five Poison Waters do you have to sell to make a profit? And don't worry, I'm not here to steal business from you. What's your point?
I don’t like small money.”
The stall owner scratched his head: "This... this is inappropriate..."
Shu Han rolled his sleeves and left: "Don't forget it, just keep selling it yourself!"
"Oh, Master, don't leave, sell it! Can't I sell it?"