Han Bin stepped on the flying sword and flew all the way west. Following the route provided on the map, he avoided the national religion and the capital of Zhao State. There must be monks in these places, and if they find out, they will definitely take action. Han Bin
But I don’t believe that if he kills Zhao Fei’s disciples, the Zhao monks will turn a blind eye.
Three days later, Han Bin came to a mountain range. The mountains here were not big and only stretched for ten miles. Just as he was about to fly over the mountain, several streams of light flashed quickly and went straight to the mountain range. Han Bin's expression tightened and his consciousness quickly
It spread out and fell on those streams of light. There were four streams of light, three men and one woman, all about twenty years old. From their casual clothes, it could be seen that these were not people from the state religion, but more like Sangs.
Cultivation. Their monks are not very high, they are all in the fifth or sixth level of Qi training stage.
The four of them flew quickly towards the mountains. On the way, the female nun said: "I heard that many people came to this fair. I wonder if there are any good treasures."
One of them said: "Yang Xue, we can't even afford some good magic weapons for the few spiritual stones we brought, let alone treasures."
The woman sighed and said: "Brother Guangming, even if we can't afford it, we can come and see the excitement!"
Liu Guangming smiled slightly and said: "We are just here to watch the fun and pick up some good things."
When Han Bin heard this, he understood in the blink of an eye that this was the trade fair held by the ten major empires' loose cultivators. Originally, he had not thought about participating, but he did not expect to meet him here. Han Bin thought for a moment, and his figure flashed,
Flying towards the mountains. Although this kind of trade fair held among cultivators is large in scale, formal disciples of each sect rarely participate. Even if there are treasures in it, those formal disciples don't take it seriously.
If there are monks from the Kingdom of Zhao here, leave immediately. If not, buy something by the way. After killing Sun Yu and Nalan Feiyang, their storage bags fell into Han Bin's hands, let alone their storage bags.
There are really a lot of good things in the bag, especially Sun Yu's storage bag, which contains thousands of spirit stones alone. The contents of Nalan Feiyang's storage bag are relatively inferior.
, only a few dozen spirit stones and some ordinary elixirs.
Among these things, Han Bin was most interested in the bottle of foundation-building pill. During the sect competition, although he defeated Zhang He and replaced him in the sect's ranking, Han Bin did not get the reward he deserved.
Han Bin has always wanted to get the Foundation Establishment Pill, because the Foundation Establishment Pill can not only increase the success rate of Foundation Establishment, but also retain the medicinal properties in the body and increase his cultivation level.
After a while, Han Bin came to a huge valley. The valley was astonishingly large, with a radius of three miles. From time to time, monks could be seen coming in and out. A simple missing formation was laid out around the valley. That formation could not stop the monks.
Entering it will only make mortals lose their way and become trapped in it at best.
Han Bin's figure flashed and flew into the formation.
As soon as he entered the formation, dozens of spiritual consciousnesses fell on him. Those spiritual consciousnesses only paused for a moment and then moved away. Han Bin's heart also skipped a beat. Among the dozens of spiritual consciousnesses just now, he actually
He sensed that several of them contained supreme pressure. Han Bin had encountered this kind of powerful pressure once before, and that was when he was fighting with Chu Fei. The trade fair of casual cultivators here actually also had a golden elixir stage.
monk.
Han Bin became alert, his eyes swept around, and his figure flashed and landed on the ground.
In the valley, just like an ordinary vegetable market, there are countless street stalls. There are one or several monks standing in front of each stall. Some are shouting loudly, while others are sitting with their eyes closed. There are about ten monks selling things in the valley.
Thousands of people like Han Bin passed by, or monks who came to shop for treasures, there were even nearly ten thousand people. Most of these people came in groups, only Han Bin came alone, and in the huge valley, there were
sharp contrast.
Han Bin walked slowly in front of the stall, taking in all the elixirs, magic weapons, spells, materials, etc. Han Bin would not buy these things, or in other words, could not afford them. Suddenly, Han Bin was there
He stopped in front of a street stall, picked up a thread-bound book on the stall, and started to read through it quickly.
The owner of the stall was a middle-aged man in his forties. He originally closed his eyes to rest. When Han Bin picked up the book, he opened his eyes, glanced at Han Bin indifferently, and said: "If you don't want to buy, don't mess around."
Look." He said and closed his eyes again.
Han Bin ignored the other party and continued to watch. The middle-aged man said nothing.
This is a book of common knowledge on monasticism. It contains descriptions of the art of dual cultivation and soul fusion. The details described above are more detailed than what Han Bin had heard before. Han Bin has a photographic memory, and when he flipped through it, he saw
Halfway through, a line of words suddenly appeared in his sight, and his body trembled.
Many monks cannot increase their cultivation level during cultivation, but their spiritual power sockets not only increase, this is because...
Just when he saw this, the middle-aged man opened his eyes again and said coldly: "Didn't you hear what I just said?"
Han Bin frowned and asked, "How much does this book cost?"
The middle-aged man was slightly startled, then said: "Ten low-level spiritual stones."
At this time, a monk happened to pass by and said with a smile: "Hong Gui, don't bully people with low cultivation levels. There are shabby books everywhere. I don't even want a single spiritual stone, but you actually sell it for ten yuan."
Hong Gui glared at the monk and said nothing. The latter gave Han Bin a kind look, shook his head and left.
Han Bin also felt that ten spiritual stones for a book was a bit expensive. Just when he was about to put it down, Hong Gui said: "If you want to buy it, I can give you a few more books." He took it from the storage bag.
Several books with the same cover were published, but the words on the pages were different. They were "Low-level Formation", "Low-level Spells", and "Common Sense of Foundation Building".
Seeing this, Han Bin smiled bitterly. The monk just said it was right. This book was really worthless. If the monk hadn't reminded him just now, Han Bin would have bought it. Thinking of this, Han Bin said to the monk: "Too
It’s too expensive, I can’t afford it.” After saying that, he threw down the book and turned to leave.
When Hong Gui saw that Han Bin was about to leave, the profound expression on his face disappeared and he said urgently: "Fellow Taoist, we can discuss it." After saying that, seeing that Han Bin had no intention of stopping, he gritted his teeth and said: "If Taoist
If you want to buy it, please make a price!"
Han Bin stopped and stretched out two fingers.
Hong Gui was startled and said: "Two spiritual stones are too few!" When he saw Han Bin turning around again, he gritted his teeth and said: "I sold it to you at a loss, take it!"
Han Bin threw two low-level spiritual stones, picked up four books, and turned around to leave.
After a while, Hong Gui took out an identical book from his storage bag and placed it on the ground, closing his eyes and relaxing.
Han Bin also saw this scene, but he was not angry in his heart. For him, two spiritual stones were nothing, and books like this were good things. Han Bin knew too little about the common sense of monasticism, such as
As for the formations, except for the most common mystery formations and sound-proof formations, the rest of the formations are not arranged at all. There are also spells, except for those within the sect, no other spells are known. Han Bin bought these
The most important thing about the book is the record about the increasing number of spiritual power sockets. If what is described above is true, you can give it a try.
After buying four books, Han Bin searched the entire valley, but did not see a stall selling books. He was a little disappointed. Although there were many things at the fair, they were of no use to Han Bin. The elixirs
, if he has no money to buy, he can definitely make the charm. As for the magic weapon, the price is astonishingly high. Even if he takes out all the spiritual stones, he may not be able to buy one.
Seeing this, Han Bin was ready to leave. At this moment, he suddenly heard a monk shouting: "The magic weapon is sold cheaply, a thousand spiritual stones..."
Many monks gathered around him, and so did Han Bin, who quickly came to the stall.
On the stall less than one foot tall, there were densely packed things, including materials from monsters, spiritual herbs that were more than ten years old, and monster excrement. The excrement was all yellow and exuded a stench, and many monks were attracted by it.
After asking, they all quickly backed away. Some female monks were even more angry and kept cursing secretly in their hearts.
For a moment, all the monks retreated, and only Han Bin remained standing.
The stall owner was a young man in his twenties. Seeing Han Bin's eyes falling on the excrement, he hurriedly asked: "Fellow Taoist, are you interested in this excrement?"
Han Bin shook his head, moved his eyes slightly, and looked at the things next to him.
At this time, a monk behind him said: "Wang Qiang, don't you think it's embarrassing for you to come here and sell monster excrement?"
Wang Qiang sighed and said: "Brother, you don't know, this feces is so magical. As long as it is placed on your body, monsters below level three will never dare to be cautious."
Hearing this, many monks almost vomited and put feces on their bodies. It was so disgusting that many monks quickly turned around and left.
When Wang Qiang saw everyone leaving, he hurriedly shouted: "Don't leave! If you don't like feces, you can take a look at this flying sword. It will definitely satisfy you."
In the middle of the stall, there is a small green sword. The small sword is only as long as the thumb and is very delicate. It exudes a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy. It is obviously a good magic weapon. For such a small magic weapon, Han Bin is still
It was the first time I saw it, and I looked at it carefully. When I saw it, Han Bin's heart skipped a beat, because as soon as his consciousness came into contact with the green sword, there was a huge spiritual power that stopped him.
Consciousness enters.
There are also many knowledgeable people among the monks. Someone asked: "Where did you get this flying sword?"
Wang Qiang smiled slightly and said: "It doesn't matter where you get it, as long as everyone pays the price, it's yours."
Seeing that Wang Qiang was unwilling to answer, someone joked: "Wang Qiang, wasn't this flying sword found with feces?"
Wang Qiang's face darkened, and then he glared at the monk and said, "I, Wang Qiang, have been in business for so many years, would I do such a thing? If you don't sell, don't make trouble here again." He pinched his waist with both hands, looking angry.
.
Among the crowd, a man in Tsing Yi who took a fancy to Feijian said, "Can you let me take a look at Feijian? If it's really good, I'll buy it."
Everyone thought that Wang Qiang would definitely agree, but unexpectedly, he shook his head like a rattle and said: "No, pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other."
Upon hearing this, the monks who were originally planning to buy all gave a bitter smile and left one after another.
For a moment, apart from a few monks watching the fun, only Han Bin was left in front of the stall.
Wang Qiang sighed and said to himself: "If you don't know the goods, such a good flying sword is worth even buying it for ten thousand spirit stones, let alone one thousand."
Han Bin raised his eyebrows and said via voice: "If it's so good, why don't you know how to use it?"
Wang Qiang raised his head, took a deep look at Han Bin, sighed, and said in the same voice: "Brother, you don't know something. Although this flying sword is a good thing, it requires too much spiritual power to use it.
I'm afraid even those in the later stage of Ji's cultivation can't control it." He didn't let others see it because he was afraid that others would see the clues.
Refining magic weapons begins at the end of the foundation building period. Not many people will buy magic weapons. No matter how good this thing is, it is useless.
After Wang Qiang finished speaking, he saw that Han Bin wanted to buy it, so he gritted his teeth and said: "Brother, if you want to buy it, I will give you a 20% discount. How about eight hundred spiritual stones?"