The layer of shield around the two men is a small restriction of isolation.

No defense ability at all.

When the divine power of the two late-stage cultivators in Qi Refining stage collided together, the simple small restriction collapsed after the ripples caused by the collision of the divine power.

This time is only enough for both parties to complete the greetings.

In fact, the responsibility lies not with Zhang Ziyang.

It is the other party that has some means to cover up through his clothes and peek into Zhang Ziyang's body.

When he used it, Zhang Ziyang was naturally dissatisfied.

The magical consciousness turned into a sword and slashed out with one sword.

Not only did he cut off the other party's method, but he also used his own way to do so. Zhang Ziyang discovered the true appearance of the stall owner.

He was covered in fat, tied and squeezed into a pitiful mummy shape...the taste was too heavy.

"What happened?" This abnormal and broken small ban attracted the attention of the small night market maintainers.

"Hahaha... nothing happened!"

"I just recognized an acquaintance and was a little excited, making everyone laugh!"

Zhang Ziyang and the stall owner denied that the atmosphere between the two became very harmonious, as if they had really discovered the identity of a friend.

"Hmph! Remember not to make trouble here!" Those monks who maintain this place gave up and continued to pursue the matter. Regardless of whether the two sides said it is true or false, the best way to manage the night market is to turn big things into small things.

There was no excitement to watch, and the onlookers dispersed.

Zhang Ziyang left along the crowd.

"A sword cultivator who has developed sword intent... Why didn't there be any news before? What a damn bastard! He didn't let him go, he was stingy!"

The stall owner muttered to himself in anger.

With the previous gains, Zhang Ziyang's trip has been considered a full gain.

The remaining time can help you gain a long knowledge and open your eyes.

Maybe it was God's will, walking along the night market popularity.

Before Zhang Ziyang arrived at a stall.

Here are three layers inside and three layers outside.

It is the most popular stall in the entire night market.

What attracted all this was a colorful metal fragment.

The object is not small in size, one foot long, seven inches wide, and one finger thick.

Both sides are as smooth as mirrors, and the color changes are uncertain.

"Everyone is optimistic. This magic weapon fragment is huge in size and has no cracks. It can be used to put it inside the cloak to protect the front chest or back. Although it cannot be refined and controlled, the quality of the magic weapon determines that even the foundation-building cultivator cannot split this object!"

The owner of the stall began to incite when he saw that the visitor had met his psychological expectations.

A piece of magic weapon fragment that a low-level monk can use will naturally attract all the monks present.

But the price...

"Don't talk too much! Tell the price directly!" Some people couldn't stand it anymore.

"Ten thousand spirit stones! This is a treasure that we can use. We can save our lives at critical moments. Spirit stones are valuable and life is priceless! You can meet a rare good thing. Don't miss it. If you miss it, you will regret it for a lifetime!..."

The stall owner didn't know how he developed the ability to shout, and he opened his mouth to catch the fragments of the treasure and praised him.

However, the scene was filled with a cold response from many onlookers.

Ten thousand spirit stones... there are too many!

Many monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage empty their storage bags may not necessarily have ten thousand spirit stones in their hands.

They all turned spirit stones into various resources and used them on themselves.

"Ten thousand spirit stones are really not expensive, this is a magic weapon!"

"That's right! This thing is in hand and there will be several more lives invisibly!"

"It's really jealous!"

“…”

Many voices came out of the crowd, but no one offered a price directly.

Even Zhang Ziyang later could see at a glance that the owner of these voices was "Trust"!

Still the incompetent one.

"It's too expensive! Where can we, a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, have 10,000 spirit stones? A top-quality defensive magic weapon will not exceed 2,000 spirit stones at most. This thing can be at most 1,000 spirit stones."

It was Zhang Ziyang who spoke.

It’s not that he is willing to stand out, but that the world spirit gecko in the mysterious space is jumping so well.

Is this a good thing?

Once the magic weapon is broken, even if all the fragments are complete, it will not be repaired.

Because that's not worth the loss.

The consumption is so high that it is often better to refine one piece and save exactly the same amount.

Therefore, in the world of cultivation, magic weapons fragments are quite useless.

Only when it is cheap will people try it out for various reasons.

"Okay! This fellow Taoist has bid for one thousand spirit stones. Is there any higher one?"

The stall owner knocked on a broken gong that he had brought from somewhere to Zhang Ziyang.

"Hey... I just said that this thing is worth up to a thousand spirit stones, but I didn't say I bought it myself!"

Zhang Ziyang quickly shouted loudly.

A clear space suddenly appeared around him, completely exposing his figure to the eyes of the cultivators.

"Then... the deal! The fellow Taoist said it very well. This thing is the price, and it has good eyesight!" The stall owner completely ignored Zhang Ziyang's retortion. As soon as he spoke, the monks around followed.

This time, not only did the other party’s support, but also many people who watched the fun.

Hate of wealth is human nature. The Qi Refining Period where you can produce a thousand spirit stones will immediately become an existence that many cultivators are targeting unanimously.
Chapter completed!