All the way, Yang Xuan saw many things he had never seen in his previous life. This is also because today is the day to go to the market. Many martial artists come here thousands of miles to sell their things.
However, most of the things on the stall are bargains. If you want to buy a good baby, you still have to go to the shop opened by ziyangzong, where there are precious spiritual tools, elixirs, elixirs and all kinds of cultivation things for sale.
"Hey, brother, what kind of flying spirit are you? You''re asking for a million yuan!"
"This thing is gray and has no spiritual fluctuation. It can''t be broken, can it?"
Suddenly, there was a noise ahead. A large group of people gathered around a martial artist who set up a stall. You said a word and I said a word. It was very noisy.
Curious, Yang Xuan also stepped up and found that the owner of the stall was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He was tall and thin. His face was pale and bloodless. It seemed that he had been seriously injured, resulting in a loss of Qi and blood.
There was only one thing on the stall in front of him. It should be a flying spirit instrument. A white cloth was erected next to the spirit instrument, with a line of words written on it: a top-grade spirit instrument, priced at millions of inferior yuan and stone, without bargaining.
Yang Xuan was speechless. A million yuan of stone is not a small amount. Going to the store opened by ziyangzong is enough to buy a high-quality Zhongpin Lingzhou.
But now, the middle-aged man looks indifferent and sits on the ground, looking like he likes to buy or not.
Yang Xuan had seen people and didn''t hurry to leave. He carefully looked at the flying spirit weapon on the stall and found that it was a shuttle boat. It was about palm size and dark gray. It looked very old. There was no luster that the spirit weapon should have, and there was no spiritual fluctuation. He couldn''t see the level at all. No wonder someone said it might be broken.
"Brother, my father likes to study antiquities. Do you sell 100000 yuan of inferior stones?" at this time, someone offered 100000 yuan.
"Not for sale."
"Brother, if you think about it again, there are a lot of 100000 inferior yuan stones."
"Don''t think about it. If you say you don''t sell it, you won''t sell it."
Seeing more and more onlookers, the middle-aged man shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, I found this shuttle boat from an ancient tomb three years ago. Although I don''t know what level of flying spirit it is, that ancient tomb is the cave of the ancient strong, which is enough to show the extraordinary of this boat. I am also in urgent need of Yuanshi to buy a blood tonifying pill because I was injured recently. Otherwise, I won''t sell this treasure."
"It''s ridiculous. If this thing is really a treasure, you must have recognized the Lord, but at present, it can''t recognize the Lord. It''s useless for anyone to buy it."
"That is, the cave of a strong man in ancient times. Maybe your excellency made it up. Such a broken boat dares to ask for millions of inferior stones. This is a big opening for a lion. Whoever buys it is a fool."
Two young people in the Vientiane realm spoke sarcastically. Although others did not speak, they also dispersed one after another and had no interest in the shuttle boat.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man''s face sank and said to the two young humanitarians, "if you don''t buy it, don''t hinder me from doing business here."
"Shit, how do you talk? Do you know who I am?" a young man in royal clothes yelled at him. He obviously had some background. Although his cultivation was only six days in Vientiane territory, he didn''t pay attention to the middle-aged man. If fighting was not prohibited in Ziyang Zongfang City, he might have overturned the other party''s booth.
"Who you are has nothing to do with me. If I don''t have a blood tonic elixir, I will die sooner or later." the middle-aged man didn''t show weakness. He was cold and his words showed the opportunity.
The young man in royal clothes was shocked and angry when he felt his killing opportunity, but in the face of a dying strong man in heaven and man''s environment, he really didn''t dare to say anything more. He brushed his sleeve angrily and left, while another young man turned away after seeing the excitement.
"Young man, why don''t you go when everyone else has gone? It''s so difficult that you want to buy my shuttle boat?" at this time, the middle-aged man found that Yang Xuan was left alone in front of the booth. He couldn''t help but say, but he asked casually. He didn''t think that Yang Xuan''s appearance was not amazing. He could get a million yuan in ordinary clothes.
"This shuttle boat has some research value, but a million yuan stone is too expensive," Yang Xuan said.
"Young man, I''m sure it''s a treasure. It''s definitely worth a million yuan." the middle-aged man is in urgent need of a blood tonic elixir and won''t let go.
"Boy, buy it." suddenly, the voice of the purgatory boy came into Yang Xuan''s brain.
"Is this really a treasure?" Yang Xuan thought and asked secretly.
"Of course, this should be a medium-quality artifact. It''s just that people in your continent don''t know the goods and don''t know how to sacrifice and refine this treasure."
"Medium quality artifact!" Yang Xuan was shocked and said that his luck was too bad. He just went shopping in a square market, so he could find a medium quality artifact.
There are as many people in the world who don''t know the goods as cattle hair. Indeed, some people can find some treasures from the stall in the square city, but Yang Xuan has never heard of them.
Of course, anyone who has found artifact will not make a public announcement, but anyway, it is extremely rare to find artifact on the stall.
The thought flickered, and Yang Xuan said quietly to the middle-aged man, "Your Excellency is in urgent need of a tonic elixir. I have one here, but I don''t know if you are willing to exchange it with me?"
"What elixir?"
"Blood marrow pill!"
"What, the blood marrow pill of Qingyun sect, where did you get it?"
Xuesui pill is the unique elixir of Qingyun sect. Although it is only the fourth grade, it has an excellent effect of nourishing qi and blood.
"You don''t care how I got it, do you change it or not?" Yang Xuan asked.
"I''ll change it." the middle-aged man bit his teeth and agreed to exchange with Yang Xuan. In his opinion, a blood marrow pill should also be worth hundreds of thousands of inferior yuan stones. Of course, it''s the internal price of Qingyun sect. If it is sold, it''s definitely worth one million inferior yuan stones, or even more. Unexpectedly, it''s a panacea to greatly replenish qi and blood.
"Here, this is the blood marrow pill. You can have a look." Yang Xuan took out a jade bottle and threw it to the middle-aged man. The latter took the jade bottle and found that there was a blood color pill the size of a dragon''s eye. His eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly removed the cork and a strong and faint fragrance of blood gushed out. It coagulated but did not disperse, and he couldn''t help being ecstatic: "Ha ha, yes, this is the blood marrow pill."
Then he opened his mouth and ate, that is, for a short moment, his pale face returned to a little ruddy.
Yang Xuan didn''t care about him. As soon as he grabbed the shuttle boat and collected the storage ring, he was ready to leave. This is a middle-class artifact and a scarce flying artifact. It''s definitely faster than the attacking purgatory sword. Yang Xuan can''t wait to find a quiet place to practice.
"Stop, boy." just then, several people strode forward. The leader was a young man with a slender figure. He was not so handsome, but he was dressed in royal clothes and wore a sword. One day, the human environment was double. There were three young men behind him. They were dressed in luxurious clothes. At a glance, they knew that they had a distinguished family background and an extraordinary origin.
"Something?" Yang Xuan turned and looked at the young man headed by him. He didn''t know why this guy wanted to find his own fault for no reason.
"Boy, be honest, where do you get the blood marrow pill?" the young man asked arrogantly. His name is Jia Xinming. He is a core disciple of Qingyun sect. As a core disciple of Qingyun sect, he understands how precious the blood marrow pill is. Normally, the sect only rewards the disciples who have great achievements in the sect and will never sell it to others.
"Are you a disciple of Qingyun sect?" Yang Xuan could see that Jia Xinming should come from Qingyun sect, otherwise there was no need to find trouble for xuesui pill.
"Jia Xinming is the core disciple of Qingyun sect." Jia Xinming said coldly, "and you are not my Qingyun sect disciple."
There are many Qingyun sect disciples, but Jia Xinming has never seen Yang Xuan and knows that he is definitely not their Qingyun sect disciple.
But now, it''s strange that a boy who is not their Qingyun sect disciple is pregnant with blood marrow pill. Jia Xinming naturally wants to ask clearly.
"You''re right. I''m really not your Qingyun sect disciple." Yang Xuan said lazily.
"Hum, tell me where the blood marrow Pill on you came from. I don''t think our Qingyun sect disciples will sell you the blood marrow pill." Jia Xinming looked bad and his voice became colder and colder.
"I don''t need to tell you this," Yang Xuan said faintly.
"Elder martial brother, this son must have killed our Qingyun sect disciple, otherwise there would never be blood marrow Pill on him." a young man angrily said behind Jia Xinming.
"Hehe, you''re right. I really killed several disciples of Qingyun sect in the demon emperor''s tomb." Yang Xuan smiled.
"Damn it, did this son admit it?"
"You can''t admit it. After all, he has blood marrow pill."
"It is said that the blood marrow pill of Qingyun sect is never sold. It is extremely precious. His luck is good. He actually got the blood marrow pill."
"Just an idiot."
"Idiot?"
"Yes, didn''t you see that he just gave the stall owner a blood marrow pill in exchange for the broken flying spirit weapon?"
"What, and that, he''s so stupid."
Nearby, a group of people were talking. They were all shocked by the quarrel here and looked on coldly one by one.
"Good, good, you dare to kill my Qingyun sect disciple. Today I will make you pay with blood, or people all over the world will treat me as a bully." Jia Xinming''s face sank, his eyes flickered, and he was about to do it.
"Jia Xinming, I''m in Ziyang Zongfang City, and I can''t tolerate you to be presumptuous." suddenly, a cold hum sounded, and a group of more than ten Ziyang zongnei disciples who were patrolling the city came over.