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There were also many monks gathered by the river. Under the shade of big willow trees, there were stalls of different sizes. A group of monks were picking and picking places to buy items.

This so-called ghost market is some mobile stalls without shops. If a monk doesn’t like to sell the things in his hands to shops in the market at a low price. If you want to sell them at a high price, you can set up a stall here.

Of course, this so-called high price is still lower than the price in stores in the market.

For example, if you get more than ten magic weapons that Liu Changsheng just sold here, you will definitely be able to sell about 3,000 more spirit stones. However, if you want to get these 3,000 more spirit stones, it takes time and energy to set up a stall here patiently, and it may not be able to sell them out within three or five days.

In addition to the elixirs, magic tools, talismans and other objects that you have refined yourself, there are also some spiritual ores, spiritual materials and other treasures obtained from the mountain gates in the ghost market. Some things come from demonic lands, and these things are directly derived from some ancient ruins or hidden places.

However, there are good and bad things in the ghost market. Many people often use inferior products as good products. Without a certain degree of vision, they may be cheated of vomiting blood and have no place to reason.

Some of the monks who came to this ghost market were low-level disciples who were short of money and could not afford the various spiritual objects in the market shops. They wanted to spend a cheap price to buy suitable things here, and the other was the disciples of the ninth level of Qi Condensation like Yang Yi. Their purpose was to try their luck in the ghost market and find bargains.

Most of the monks who often set up stalls in the ghost market are old fried dough sticks from the two halls of Tianying and Linghe. Among these two disciples, there are the largest number of monks at the level of Qi Condensation above the seventh level. Many people are trapped in bottlenecks for decades and cannot break through. They will collect some tasks of going out and looking for opportunities everywhere. Some of them have really found some rare spiritual ores, spiritual materials, and even some ancient caves and treasures of ancient cultivators outside.

These spiritual ores, spiritual materials and ancient relics are of varying quality. Although there are many useless and incomplete things, there are also some valuable things that are missed by others.

In addition to being familiar with the refining materials, Liu Changsheng did not know any other strange things, and was completely a rookie.

He followed Yang Yi silently, wandering around the stalls one by one, and found everything novel.

"Brother, why do you think you are familiar with me?"

When passing one of the stalls, one of the two monks who set up the stall suddenly stared at Liu Changsheng and looked up and down, then asked.

Liu Changsheng heard the reputation and passed by.

This is a fat and fat man, eight feet tall, like a meat mountain. As he spoke, his fat face was trembling.

"You are... Bai Heming?"

Liu Changsheng carefully looked at the fat man's appearance, and asked uncertainly.

The fat man in front of him, his small eyes and a slump nose, could match Bai Heming, but he was several times fatter than ten years ago.

Looking at the white crane logo on his Tianshi's robe, it is obviously a disciple of Linghe Temple.

"Haha, it's me, Master Liu... Alas, no, now I should call you Senior Brother Liu!"

Bai Heming noticed the fluctuations of magic power in Liu Changsheng's body, and his small eyes suddenly widened, his expression full of shock.

The robe that Liu Changsheng wore was worn by Yang Yi who helped him collect from the White Tiger Hall a year ago. The two silver bands on the front represent the identity of the two-star celestial master. At this moment, judging from the magic fluctuations revealed in Liu Changsheng's body, it is obviously the realm of the seventh level of Qi Condensation.

As for Bai Heming, it was already at the third level of Qi Condensation ten years ago, but now it is still only at the sixth level of Qi Condensation.

"He is a disciple of the fourth inner cousin and his cultivation speed is faster than you. What's so strange about it?"

The old man beside Bai Heming glanced at Liu Changsheng and Yang Yi and said casually.

The old man had a pointed chin, a small head, gray hair and wrinkles on his face. His pair of yellow eyes were very bright, and he looked like a big mouse, with a sly look on his face. However, the old man was a three-star master at the ninth level of Qi Condensation.

"Senior Brother Hu has many treasures here!"

Yang Yi said with a smile, as if he knew the old man.

"That's right, I've lived for more than 160 years. If I can't get a few treasures, wouldn't it be in vain?"

The old man said carelessly, looking up and down at Liu Changsheng, and seeing a large storage bag hanging around Liu Changsheng's waist, his eyes suddenly lit up.

His eyes rolled, and he reached out and picked up a piece of black and shiny iron block like a fist from the stall, shook it at Liu Changsheng, and said, "Those who can follow Yang Yi are all elites in the White Tiger Hall, and there is never a shortage of spirit stones in their hands. Boy, I can see clearly that this is a top-grade piece of fine iron. Everyone is acquaintances, and a hundred spirit stones are given to you at a cheap price!"

Seeing that the old man seemed to be more talkative than Bai Heming and was familiar with him, Liu Changsheng sighed in his heart, and birds of feathers of feathers flocked.

He looked at the iron block in the old man's hand, but he was speechless in his heart. It seemed that the old man was probably a charlatan. This was not a piece of refined iron. It was clearly a black iron ore that had been purified twice. Although the black iron ore is also a kind of spiritual iron ore, it is not the same as the pure iron ore. It is far from the value, and it cannot be purified into refined iron at all. Moreover, it can only be refined some medium and low-grade magic weapons. However, from the outside, black iron ore and refined iron really have some similarities.

This small piece of black iron ore is not worth even ten spirit stones.

"Senior brother is so polite. I don't refine weapons. What's the use of this kind of iron? Senior brother should keep it!"

Liu Changsheng said quietly, looked at Bai Heming, and then said, "By the way, does Junior Brother Bai need to practice on weekdays?"

"What do you mean? You look down on me, right? Is setting up a stall not practicing? Bai Heming, a little bastard, doesn't he follow me to set up a stall here to practice, so where can there be spiritual stones to buy elixirs? How can he become a three-star master if he doesn't buy elixirs? Do you think everyone is like the bastard Liu Changsheng, and there will be magic weapons hit in front of him when he walks on the road?"

Seeing that Liu Changsheng did not accept the "Jing Tie" he handed over, the old man surnamed Hu changed his expression and became furious. He pointed at Liu Changsheng's nose and slapped his feet and cursed.

Seeing the old man cursing, the stall owners at several nearby stalls and the monks around him couldn't help but look over.

The stall owners looked at Liu Changsheng, and they all showed gloating expressions.

"Damn, this old bastard is starting to cheat people again!"

"Isn't that true? There are no treasures on his stall now, it's clearly all of them!"

"Why does this old bastard like to be unable to get along with the disciples of the Fourth Nei Clan?"

"Who knows, maybe the disciples of the four inner councils are rich!"

"It's not a matter of money. You haven't heard of it. This old bastard was kicked out of Zhuquetang!"

"The treasure that this old bastard has accumulated with great effort was collected by Uncle Cai of the Law Enforcement Hall last time. He still has no memory!"

"Really, he will have a memory unless he dies!"

"This guy, it's only been less than three months. Bai Heming is so good that he's been told to teach him badly!"

"There's no way, who asked Bai Heming to break the old fox's real good treasure!"

"Who knows if that old bastard is a real baby? Maybe he deliberately tricked Bai Heming!"

...

Everyone was talking.

Most of the monks who set up stalls nearby were disciples of Linghe Temple, and they were very familiar with the old man and Bai Heming.

Seeing the old man pointing at his nose and cursing at him, Liu Changsheng's face suddenly became gloomy, and a stream of evil fire churned in his heart.

"This is too bad. People bully everywhere they go. Is it bad luck or is it that you look too honest and honest? Who wants to step on it?"

Yang Yi's face also became gloomy.

"Why, I don't agree? I dare to say that my iron is not good at simplifying. Don't leave today, can't you buy it?"

The old man screamed out of nothing. His eyes were full of evil lights, holding the black iron ore in his hand, staring at Liu Changsheng's forehead. It seemed that Liu Changsheng would dare to say a word that he would smash the black iron ore on Liu Changsheng's forehead.

Bai Heming looked embarrassed and reached out to pull the old man's sleeve, whispering: "Senior Brother, please say a few words. This Senior Brother Liu is no one else, he is Liu Changsheng!"

"What?"

The old man screamed strangely.

He opened his mouth wide and looked at Liu Changsheng up and down. The expression on his face went from anger to surprise to ecstasy. He suddenly smiled and his figure shook. He stepped over from the stall. He reached out and grabbed Liu Changsheng's clothes and said, "Hehe, it turns out that you are Liu Changsheng. It's great. Don't you have a magic weapon in your hand? Take it out for me to see?"

I was just calling myself "I'm a sir", but now I'm a "I'm a sir".

Seeing that the old man changed his face faster than flipping a book, and he mentioned the "magic weapon" in public and shouted his name loud enough, Liu Changsheng suddenly had a headache.

Sure enough, hearing the word "Magic weapon", the monks around looked over, their eyes shining, and several monks who were selecting treasures walked over quickly from a distance.

Yang Yi frowned and said to Liu Changsheng: "Let's go, it's time for us to go back!"

"Where do you want to go, you can go by yourself, this is my distinguished guest!"

The old man glared at a pair of soybean eyes, looked at Yang Yi fiercely, and let out a low growl without hesitation.

"Hu Qiankun, are you tired of living?"

Yang Yi said coldly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He had known for a long time that the old man was a hob, but he didn't expect that the old man would dare to cut his knife on his head. The person with a very good temperament was now furious. He was also a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, and the old man was in the Linghe Hall. From this point, he could see the strength and identity of the two of them. However, the old man dared to scold him, a disciple of the White Tiger Hall in front of so many people, which was really unbearable.

This chapter is over.
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