Han Zhu still stood there with an expressionless look. The stall owners next to him glanced at him untruely. His eyes were filled with fear, greed, and envy.

Soon the middle-aged monk pointed the pair of items clearly. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Senior has already pointed it clearly, it is worth 83 spirit stones in total."

Han Zhu looked at him deeply. The middle-aged monk sweated more and his legs were trembling a little. Han Zhu then spoke lightly and said, "Just give me 80 spirit stones! You have to make some more money."

The middle-aged monk hurriedly bowed to him: "Thank you, senior." Han Zhu swept his stall and asked: "Do you have common sense about the world of immortal cultivation here, such as introductions of spiritual materials and medicines?"

The middle-aged monk was stunned for a moment, and when he reacted, he nodded quickly and said, "Senior, he wanted to get the books from the stall, but in the end he gritted his teeth and took out two jade slips from the wooden box next to him and handed them to Han Zhu."

Han Zhu used his spiritual sense to control the two jade slips to fly into his hand. He threw them into his storage bag without even looking at it, and reached out to take a small cloth bag handed over by the middle-aged monk.

Scan with spiritual consciousness and there were exactly 80 spirit stones inside. The spirit stone was about the size of a thumb, and the color was the same as the white jade in the previous life. The only difference was that swcan with spiritual consciousness, which was full of spiritual energy.

Han Zhu glanced at the middle-aged monk and then left with great strides. The middle-aged monk waited for his figure to disappear into the crowd before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Several stall owners next to him came over and congratulated the middle-aged monk: "Fellow Daoist Zhang is very lucky! You'll make another profit this time."

The middle-aged monk hurriedly bowed to everyone, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "I made a little profit, but I almost scared me to death."

The few people said sourly: "If I could earn so many spirit stones a day, then I would be scared every day." The middle-aged monk hurriedly gave a gift to everyone and took the stall away.

Han Zhu was walking around the crowd at this time, and he didn't care about what had just happened. He had been in this world for several years, and he learned how to be cruel. He didn't feel any shame at all for squeezing the middle-aged monk just now.

Han Zhu took out a spirit stone from the storage bag in his arms and held it in his hand. Unfortunately, the system did not hear any prompt sound. Han Zhu shrugged helplessly. He had guessed this result long ago and was not much disappointed in his heart.

At the same time, the idea of ​​becoming a formation master has become stronger. After all, a spirit gathering formation is arranged here, so the spiritual energy is higher than that outside.

He often let out a sigh of relief and first check if there are any books on formations sold! Then he started shopping here.

Han Li was walking around the edge of the stall with Han Xingyue. Those who didn't have a spirit stone on their body could only look at the genius treasures and secrets of martial arts with greed.

Han Xingyue next to him followed him honestly, "My second brother told her that these people in the world of immortal cultivation are all sucking people and not spitting bones."

Han Li was wandering leisurely, suddenly a sentence came from the side: "Why are fellow Taoists standing here alone? Are you waiting for your friend?" As for Han Xingyue beside him, he didn't even look at him. This is the sorrow of a low-level monk.

A clear voice suddenly came from behind Han Li, which shocked Han Li. Han Li slowly turned around and saw six or seven people standing not far behind him, speaking with a 27 or 28-year-old immortal cultivator dressed in a Taoist priest.

This man had no white face, his facial features were straight, and he had a whisk on his arm, and he was smiling at Han Li. Han Li frowned and asked, "Is there anything wrong with fellow Taoist?" Han Li ignored the other party's question, but instead asked expressionlessly.

"Haha! Don't get me wrong. I have no malice in my mind when I find fellow Taoists. I just saw fellow Taoists standing here alone and were very curious about everything here, so I guess you are a casual cultivator who went to the meeting alone and wanted to come up to make friends."

Han Li looked at the little sister next to him, pointed at her finger and said, "Is this friend my friend not a human being?

The monk was stunned by what he said, and quickly apologized to Han Xingyue, "I'm in the dreamland, please don't blame me." The little girl snorted coldly and stopped looking at them.

The monk didn't care. If it weren't for Han Li's cultivation level at the eighth level of Qi Refining Stage, he wouldn't bother to pay attention to this little girl. He continued to say to Han Li: "All of us are casual cultivators, just like you."

Han Li originally wanted to reject them directly, but remembered his second brother's teachings. If one more friend or another, not everyone is a bad person.

He also bowed to the few people and asked, "Are you all casual cultivators?" "Yes, if you are casual cultivators, it is best to go with us so that everyone can take care of each other at this meeting."

"This time, the young woman spoke with a pretty face but a scar on her face. Next to her was a big bearded man with a knife on her face, as if she was the couple.

"Yes, the casual cultivators who participated in the trade fair alone in previous years were often bullied by people from the big family because of their power." The two of them sang and talked there. As a rookie, Han Li was quickly confused by their great principles and nodded in approval.

When Han Li heard the two of them, he understood the other party's meaning. These casual cultivators who attended the meeting were afraid of being bullied by the people of the immortal cultivation family at the meeting, so they automatically gathered together to form a small group to try to form a certain self-protection ability, so they looked for single casual cultivators like him everywhere.

Han Li's eyes flashed and he said perfunctorily: "I'm still waiting for a friend, he should be back soon."

The few people didn't say anything when they heard this. They had more friends and had more ways to wait with Han Li and the others.

Han Zhu was squatting in front of a stall, a stall owner in his twenties was looking at him nervously. He said in a trembling voice: "Senior, my entire formation must require at least twenty spirit stones."

Han Zhu frowned and said with a stern face: "I just asked the stall in front that he only has three spirit stones, why are yours so expensive?"

The young monk quickly explained: "Senior, mine is different from theirs. Theirs are just ordinary people on the market, and there are usually only one or two formations. I am passed down from generation to generation by our family, and there are five formations recorded in it."

Han Zhu suddenly became interested and asked the young man: "Can I take a look first?" The young man hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

Han Zhu picked up the collection of formations and opened the first page. It read: The movement of formations in heaven and earth, and many things in the world come from formations. Han Zhu looked at these two domineering words and nodded.

He still agrees with this point. He continued to look through it and found that the first one was the Spirit Gathering Array. According to the above records, as long as you continue to add array eyes and array patterns to any formation, its power will become more powerful.
Chapter completed!