The trading hall is located in the center of Qingluan City, and can be said to be a landmark place in Qingluan City.
This trading hall is jointly held by the City Lord’s Mansion, Tang Family, Lin Family and Yang Family, and public security is also maintained by all parties in order to ensure fairness and safety in the trading hall.
There was a team of guards standing at the entrance of the trading hall, two of whom were actually spiritual pearl masters. Although they were only red pearl masters, such guards were already very safe.
Tang Feng entered the trading hall on the first floor and walked straight to the stairs.
There are three floors in the trading hall, and the first floor is all of them with relatively low-priced goods. Of course, there are a large amount of wholesale services here, so the transaction amount is not small.
The second floor is some fine products that cost more than one gold coin.
Tang Feng first went to the place where the elixirs were sold, and he found that most of the elixir shops were held by the Tang family, and the elixirs were just ordinary bone-building pills, Yanshou Pills, etc. These elixirs were not even considered the lowest level first-level elixirs. The spirit-gathering pills are considered the best here.
Tang Feng looked at it boredly, and then when he passed by the weapons store, his eyes couldn't help but lit up, and he saw a dark dagger placed in a grid of the store.
Tang Feng stopped and said to the clerk of the shop: "How to sell that dagger?"
This shop should be owned by the Lin family, and this waiter is naturally a servant of the Lin family. The waiter is pretty. He glanced at Tang Feng and said frankly: "Young master, you really know the goods. This dagger is made of heavy iron, all of which are heavy iron, and there is no ordinary iron ore mixed with."
As he said that, the waiter took out the dark dagger and put it in Tang Feng's hand.
In this trading hall, you don’t have to worry about someone robbing things. It can be said that the safest place in the city is this trading hall.
Tang Feng touched the dagger with his hand. Since it was cast from heavy iron, the dagger was covered with dark heavy iron colors. The dagger was made very finely, and there were anti-slip threads engraved on the handle of the dagger.
Since it is made of pure heavy iron, the dagger looks extremely heavy, which is not in line with the routine of using daggers. After all, if the weapon is heavy, it will affect the speed of attack.
But Tang Feng was attracted by the weight of this dagger.
The dagger is pitch black all over, and it will have a surprising effect if it takes action at night. It is cast by heavy iron, so the dagger is very tough and can directly collide with iron rock without breaking. More importantly, if the dagger is heavy, although it will affect the speed of the attack, it can enhance the attack force and enhance the penetration force.
"How much?" Tang Feng asked lightly.
The waiter glanced at Tang Feng and said, "Three gold coins."
Tang Feng didn't bargain, so he took out three gold coins from the storage ring, handed them to the waiter, and left.
The waiter looked at the three golden coins and laughed. He could have been extravagant for a while because one of the three coins would fall into his own pocket.
"Bangmao!" The waiter couldn't help but contempt at Tang Feng's back, "That ugly dagger has been put on almost two years, and there are still people who are willing to spend three gold coins to buy it."
Tang Feng put away his dagger and walked towards the trading hall on the third floor. For Tang Feng, this dagger was worth so much because just the heavy iron needed to cast this dagger would require three gold coins.
What's more, the money in the Tang Feng storage ring is all from that dead ghost Cai Wen, so Tang Feng doesn't feel sorry for spending it at all.
The third floor is a free trade club, where a large auction is held every other month. However, today is not the day for an auction, so private individuals can freely go to the stage to auction their own goods.
Tang Feng walked in through the back door of the third floor Free Trade Fair, then sat in a corner and looked at the stage.
There are hundreds of people coming here to trade items almost every day, and the auction day is even more crowded. If you have less money at that time, you will not be qualified to come in at all.
Tang Feng sat in the back row and looked at it. A middle-aged woman on the stage was auctioning her own ancestral ring. The ring was not unique except for being beautiful, but it was still bought by a rich lady for two gold coins.
Soon another big man with beard came on stage and auctioned a jar of wine he had made. Tang Feng couldn't help but rub his temples, all of which were messy. If he waited silently, he would not know when he would wait for what he needed.
Thinking of this, Tang Feng stood up, walked straight to the stage, and said to the bearded man: "Big bearded man, I bought you this wine, so I'll give you a price."
The bearded man glanced at Tang Feng and said, "The price is one gold coin at the bottom."
The audience couldn't help laughing. The market price of a jar of wine was at most a silver coin, and the bearded man was obviously asking for a price everywhere.
Hearing the laughter from the audience, the bearded man was unhappy. He blushed and said loudly: "Why are you laughing? My wine is not ordinary wine. I tell you, if I hadn't been short of money, I wouldn't..."
Tang Feng frowned, took out a gold coin and said, "Okay, I'll buy it."
The bearded man looked in the stands and knew that no one would pay a higher price than a gold coin. He sighed and handed it to Tang Feng, saying, "Young man, you have really made a fortune."
Tang Feng put the jar of wine into his storage ring without any concern, then took out a pill recipe and said, "I have a second-level pill recipe here. I want to exchange it for a pill recipe that can gather spiritual energy and help condense into spiritual beads. Of course, the spirit-gathering pill recipe does not count."
At this time, the audience calmed down. Obviously, any pill recipe is very rare, and even the most commonly used spirit-gathering pill recipe is rare.
Tang Feng glanced at everyone in the audience and continued, "Of course, if you think the price of this second-level pill recipe is not suitable, we can discuss it again. Are there anyone willing to exchange it?"
An old man stood up behind him, and his body was a little hunched. He said, "I have a pill recipe you need, but I don't know what the name of your level 2 pill recipe is? If I have it, I won't change it."
Tang Feng looked at the old man. Although the other party was wearing black clothes, he was hunched, but he gave people a very depressing feeling. It was obvious that the old man was at least three stars above Chizhu.
Tang Feng said: "The price is easy to discuss. My pill recipe is a Red Spirit Pill, which is used to enhance the spiritual power of the Red Pearl Master."
When the old man heard this, he looked disappointed on his face. He said, "I don't have this Red Spirit Pill recipe, but I know that this pill recipe is a widely circulated type. Although it is a second-level pill recipe, I feel that if I exchange it with you, I will suffer a little."
Tang Feng said: "Brother-in-law, we can discuss what you need."
The old man thought for a while and said, "You add ten more gold coins and the Spirit Gathering Pill recipe. I will give you this recipe for the Forging of the Jin Feng Ben Ling Pill."
Everyone in the audience heard this and breathed in. The old man was so dark. He wanted to replace two pill recipes with one level one pill recipe, plus ten gold coins.
Tang Feng said without thinking, "The deal is completed."
Everyone in the audience was confused, and suddenly someone whispered: "Damn, isn't that foolish young master from the Tang family? I said who would be so stupid and actually agree to such a deal."
"Ah! It turns out that he is Caizi Tang, hehe, are you pretty? "
"Of course, his mother is so beautiful. Oh, it's a pity that she died with the head of the Tang family not long ago."
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Tang Feng ignored these comments. To him, money was just a quantity. If Tang Feng wanted to make money, he could refine one hundred spirit-gathering pills in one day, which would be one hundred gold coins.
What Tang Feng needs is a pill recipe and augmenting his own strength. As long as he can achieve his goals, Tang Feng will resolutely do it. Sometimes people care too much, which is actually a failure.
Tang Feng handed the old man ten gold coins, the Red Spirit Pill, and the two pill recipes for the spirit gathering pill. The old man also took out a pill recipe and said, "Although those people think you are at a disadvantage, I know that you have made a lot of money. After all, my pill recipe for the gang-forging pendant pill is very confidential, and few people know about it."
Tang Feng glanced at the content of the pill recipe, knew it was true, and smiled calmly: "It's just a win-win situation. For you, I made a net profit of ten gold coins and two pill recipes. And I used ten gold coins to buy you a pill recipe composition, that's all."
The old man hunched over and couldn't help but look at Tang Feng and said, "You are generous, but you have to know that all the alchemists will not easily reveal the pill formula they have at hand."
Tang Feng shrugged and said, "Why? As soon as we exchange, each of us will have an extra pill recipe."
After saying that, Tang Feng turned around and walked out of the exchange. He had to buy the medicinal materials needed on the elixir recipe.
The old man looked at Tang Feng's back and suddenly became a little stunned. He couldn't help but think: "Yes, why don't you exchange with others? Exchange will only make you master more and more alchemy recipes."
As soon as Tang Feng left the gate of the trading hall, he heard a woman's voice coming, "Young master, wait for me, I will find you."