"The black market is so big, but the business is so fussy, it's really annoying." Agou muttered.

The black market purchases of marked high-end magic weapons are always much lower than the market price.

But the black market confiscated the magic weapon and sold it in a place where the tentacles of the Songshan Sword Sect could not reach, and made a lot of money at a high price.

Thinking about it, it really makes people mentally unbalanced.

"Stop complaining. If you have the skills, you can sell them elsewhere." Rao Wen curled his lips and said.

Han Shan put the high-level magic weapon aside and began to count other trophies.

The easiest thing to count was of course the spiritual stones. Everyone divided nearly 200 of them and made a small fortune.

In addition, there are magic weapons, talismans, materials, etc., which are roughly divided equally according to the market price, and the value is about 200 spirit stones per person.

After Ling Xiao got it, he pondered for a moment and said to everyone: "I don't have any use for the material of the magic weapon. If you need it, just get a talisman or a spiritual herb to exchange for it!"

Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this.

Regardless of materials, for monks, the more magical instruments the better!

After all, this thing is both easy to damage and complex. Every additional type of magic weapon gives the monks one more way to deal with emergencies!

As for talismans, you can buy them if you have money.

Immediately, everyone took out talismans and spiritual herbs, and exchanged magical weapons and materials with Ling Xiao.

After the transaction, everyone is happy.

Ling Xiao got a small stack of talismans, so that he didn't have to buy them again. In addition, there were a few spiritual herbs. Whether they were warmed and then sold, or used for cooking spiritual food, he would not lose money.

Finally, he played with the Phantom Stone and asked: "Can you guys give me some advice on the use of this thing?"

Tai Shuming nodded and said: "Refining weapons and building formations."

"nonsense!"

Agou rolled his eyes.

Who doesn’t know this!

Xiao Yu'er, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly smiled and said: "My mask is mixed with phantom spirit stones, which can hide the aura. You can also find someone to punch one out."

"oh?"

Ling Xiao couldn't help but feel happy.

He is so greedy for Xiao Yu'er's mask. Its ability to hide one's appearance and aura is infinitely higher than that of a cloak.

Apparently, others thought the same way.

"Xiaoyu, how many phantom spirit stones are needed to create this mask of yours?" Rao Wen asked.

"I don't know about this, at least ten pounds." Xiao Yu'er shrugged and said.

Everyone almost choked to death!

Ten pounds?

1 pound of phantom spirit stone is worth 150 spirit stones, ten pounds is 1500!

You can now buy a top-notch high-end magic weapon!

"Xiaoyu, are you the second generation of rich people?" Agou couldn't help but ask.

Han Shan's face darkened and he shouted: "Ogou, watch your mouth!"

Inquiring about other people's origins is the most taboo thing in the world of immortality. Especially for a newly formed elite team, it can easily cause dissatisfaction among the team members.

Han Shan didn't want his newly formed team to encounter such a situation.

Agou smiled dryly and said, "Just ask..."

Xiao Yuer smiled and said: "Do the second generation of rich people still need to work hard? My mask was also snatched away. If you want to make a mask, you don't need to make it so good. You can make a good finished product with about two or three kilograms."

Do you want my piece?"

"I want!"

Ling Xiao immediately raised his hand and accepted Xiao Yu'er's small phantom spirit stone for the price of 30 spirit stones.

He asked other people and successfully accepted the phantom stones from other team members. The number of phantom stones in his hand seemed to be over 1 kilogram.

If it weighed two to three kilograms, he asked himself whether he could afford it, but he didn't know how much it would cost to make and how effective the finished product would be.

Ling Xiao planned to find out from Master Hu.

For professional matters, you have to find professionals!

Now that this was done, everyone was satisfied, got up, returned to the carriage, and returned to the black market.

The night has not passed yet, but we can already see the white fish belly on the horizon.

After everyone agreed to continue tonight, they dispersed.

Ling Xiao's destination was clear and he headed straight to Fuxiang Pavilion.

The Yingying Yanyan waiting for customers at the door has disappeared, replaced by a few sturdy men who are as motionless as a mountain. The leader is obviously a seventh-level Qi refining practitioner, which makes people dare not act rashly.

Obviously, the last revenge of the Songshan Sword Sect caused a considerable reaction in Fuxiang Pavilion.

The burly man did not stop Ling Xiao. When he stepped inside, it was still as lively and luxurious as before.

Ling Xiao went up to the fifth floor, grabbed a boy and asked, "Is Master Tiger here?"

When the young man heard this, he did not dare to be negligent and said with a smile, "Ye Tai, Master Hu has told me that if you want to make magic weapons, please come back at night."

Before he finished speaking, he smelled a strong aroma of wine, and saw the door to room No. 8 in Tianzi opened. Two pretty women leaned out diligently, and Master Hu's bold laughter could be heard from inside.

"You two have a lot to live, it's still you tonight, just come over then!"

Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows and immediately stepped out, ignoring the exclamations of the two women, and stepped into the room.

"Who..."

On the bed, Master Hu noticed the movement and couldn't help shouting, but his voice stopped suddenly.

Hearing a soft sound of "Duk", a green dart was nailed straight to the head of the bed, making Master Hu swallow his words hard back into his stomach.

"Master, it's me."

Ling Xiao walked forward with a smile, bowed and said.

Master Tiger glanced at the Venomous Fang Dart that passed by, then at Ling Xiao, jumped off the bed, and shouted angrily: "What a stinky boy, trying to kill your grandpa?! Get out of here now, I see you

It’s annoying!”

Ling Xiao was not annoyed, he just chuckled and said: "Master, if I leave, are you really willing to give up this wine?" He reached into his arms, took out a gourd and opened it.

In an instant, the fragrant aroma of herbs and the mellow aroma of wine mixed together and floated in the room.

Master Hu has been immersed in wine for many years. When he smelled it, he knew that the gourd contained rare fine wine. His Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed.

"You...what's your kid's plot?" He hesitated for a moment, waved away the woman and the boy at the door, then sat down and asked with wide eyes.

"The magic weapon made by Master is very practical. I came here to thank you." Ling Xiao also sat down, took a sip of wine, and handed it to Master Hu.

Master Hu stared at the gourd for a long time, and then said solemnly: "Stop talking nonsense! If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I will take this wine back!"

Ling Xiao laughed dumbly, "Sure enough, I can't hide it from the master. I came here to ask the master to put on a mask..."

He briefly explained the functions required by the mask.

"I only have this many phantom stones, how many more are needed?" He took out the phantom stones and asked.

Master Hu rolled his eyes, grabbed the gourd, poured it into his mouth, and sneered: "1,000 spirit stones, I will get the rest of the materials for you."

Ling Xiao's eyes darkened and he said nothing. He looked at the other person coldly and took a sip of wine before taking back the gourd.

"Farewell!"

Without even looking at Master Tiger, he stood up and left.

"Wait a moment!"
Chapter completed!