"The variety of materials here is indeed very complete, but I haven't come across any of the best ones yet." Chen Feng shook his head.
First of all, Chen Feng no longer needs magic weapons, elixirs and ores, and although there are a lot of these things in this trading place, in Chen Feng's opinion, they are all of average quality.
Of course, Chen Feng still bought some things along the way, such as some medicinal materials that he did not have on his body, which will be used for alchemy in the future. In addition to these, there are also some weird things, such as what Chen Feng is playing with now.
A palm-sized black piece of iron-like thing.
"Boss, what is this?" Chen Feng asked casually.
"Hey, brother, you are really discerning. This is a dragon scale." The boss is a thin old man with a cunning look in his triangular eyes. At first glance, he is not a kind person.
"Dragon scales, this is a very good thing. I don't know how you sell it, boss." Chen Feng showed a smile on his face, while Jian Xiaotian immediately started coughing.
"You really want to buy it." After hearing this, the old man was stunned. It was obviously a joke. Is this kid a fool, or is this thing really a treasure?
But when the old man thought that there was no good stuff in his stall, he thought about it and quoted a number.
"A thousand pieces of precious crystal."
"Haha, a dragon scale is worth a thousand crystals, which is really cheap." Chen Feng laughed.
"That's, that's because I think the little brother is kinder, yes, more kind, we just get along better." The old man smiled awkwardly.
"Since we are close to each other, it would be great if you could just give it to me." Chen Feng said with a smile.
"Gah!" The old man's eyes widened immediately. He had seen many thick-skinned old men, but he had never encountered such a thick-skinned old man who would hit a snake with a stick.
"Haha, I'm kidding, husband, I think we have a certain affinity, so let's just make friends. I took away a hundred precious crystals." Chen Feng said and waved his palm, and a spiritual stone appeared in his palm, but it didn't work.
It's not the precious crystal that Chen Feng said, but a more advanced holy crystal.
"This is the Holy Crystal." After all, the old man was also a monk in the heavenly realm who had survived the thunder tribulation. His eyes immediately lit up when he saw the spirit stone in Chen Feng's hand.
"How about it? Can I buy it? If not, forget it." Chen Feng said with a smile.
"Okay, of course." The old man hurriedly grabbed the spiritual stone from Chen Feng's hand. This is a piece of holy crystal. It is much more precious than a hundred precious crystals. Of course, the main reason is that the old man knows that he
The piece of rotten iron in your hand is not worth that much.
"Brother Chen, what is this? It can't really be a treasure, right?" Jian Xiaotian said doubtfully while holding the black iron piece after leaving the stall.
"It's not a treasure, but it is indeed the scales on the dragon's body. Although it is a little damaged, it is still of some value." Chen Feng smiled. In fact, this kind of thing is dispensable to Chen Feng.
Just being idle and bored.
"Hey, I thought it was something good." Jian Xiaotian shook his head and threw the scales in his hand to Chen Feng.
"I just fell in love with a magical medicine over there. It's really good, but the old man's price was too high."
"Elixir, what elixir?" Chen Feng was a little surprised. You must know that Chen Feng and Jian Xiaotian both obtained a lot of elixirs in the secret realm. Nowadays, elixirs that are less than a thousand years old are generally not given to the two of them.
in the eyes.
"A blood dragon ginseng." Jian Xiaotian whispered.
"This is a good thing. Let's go and see it."
Arriving at an inconspicuous stall, Chen Feng did see the blood dragon ginseng, and there was a hint of surprise on his face: "The three thousand-year-old blood dragon ginseng is comparable to the ordinary five-thousand-year-old blood dragon ginseng."
Now that you've taken the medicine, why don't you go to the auction house?"
"Haha, little brother, you have a good eye. If you dig out a magical elixir and go to the auction house, then the auction house will not be busy all day long." The old man said with a smile, looking quite kind.
"That's right. I want this blood dragon ginseng. I wonder if the senior needs spiritual stones or other things in exchange?" Chen Feng has long seen the old man's cultivation level, which is at the eighth level of heaven.
Chen Feng was shocked. A monk of this status was setting up a stall here, which made Chen Feng feel strange.
"Forget the spiritual stone, I need a three-thousand-year-old elixir that is helpful to the soul and consciousness in exchange." The old man said with a smile.
"This old man's soul has been injured. It seems that he needs elixir to refine the Spirit-accumulating Pill." Ta said.
"I do have the elixir for spiritual consciousness, but if I exchange it, I will suffer a loss. Everyone knows that the elixir for the soul is more precious than other elixirs." Chen Feng said with a smile.
"Little brother, does he really have a spiritual elixir?" A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes.
"Senior, what do you think of this spirit-accumulating grass?" Chen Feng moved his palm and took out a spiritual medicine.
"Yunling grass, it turns out to be Yunling grass, or a three-thousand-year-old Yunling grass. It's great. This is the best material for refining the spirit pill." The old man stood up excitedly and almost stretched out his hand to grab Chen.
Feng snatched the elixir from his hand.
But the old man finally controlled it: "Haha, I lost my temper. I wonder if little brother can exchange with me?"
"Okay, but senior still needs to come up with something." Chen Feng nodded. Chen Feng was indeed interested in this blood dragon ginseng. This is a great elixir that can strengthen the blood and condense the body. It contains
The overbearing medicinal power is exactly what Chen Feng needs.
"This." The old man's face showed some embarrassment.
"What's wrong, senior?" Chen Feng was a little confused. Doesn't this monk at the eighth level of heaven and man have something on him?
"Haha, to be honest, little brother, I have encountered some things recently. I really don't have any other precious things with me. Do you think this will work?" The old man paused for a moment, and then continued: "I usually know how to refine some things.
Pill, if little brother is willing, I can help you refine a furnace of earth-level pills. Of course, little brother needs to provide the materials himself."
When he said this, the old man felt helpless and nervous, fearing that Chen Feng would not be willing to do so. This also showed that the old man really needed the Spirit-accumulating Grass in Chen Feng's hand.
"Refining elixirs." Chen Feng was stunned for a moment.
"Okay, I agree to the exchange. I wonder when will senior have time?" Chen Feng nodded and handed the Yunling Grass to the old man.
After taking the Yunling Grass, the old man's face immediately showed joy: "I wonder if little brother can wait for ten days?"
"Ten days, yes." Chen Feng nodded and told the old man where he lived. He stretched out his hand to take the blood dragon ginseng, but something happened again at this time. A strong strong wind captured the blood dragon ginseng.
In the past, neither Chen Feng nor the old man could react.
However, the first thing Chen Feng did after reacting was to reach out and grab the blood dragon ginseng. He heard a crisp sound and the three thousand-year-old blood dragon ginseng was broken into two pieces. Chen Feng grabbed it back in his hand.
half.
"Hey!" Chen Feng's eyes immediately flashed with murderous intent.
Whoosh!
Jian Xiaotian stretched out his hand and the Xiaotian Divine Sword turned into a stream of light and slashed at a middle-aged monk wearing a high crown.
This sword contains the sword's Gang Qi which has been billowing with the power of heavenly thunder. Coupled with Jian Xiaotian's own Da Luo fighting body, the Qi and blood are so rich that even the average fifth-level monks of heaven and humans cannot stop it.
Jian Xiaotian's attack.
But this thunderous sword was blocked by someone. A condensed fist light directly smashed Jian Xiaotian's long sword away, and then a domineering fist filled the world, disrupted the spiritual energy in all directions, and bombarded Jian Xiaotian and Chen Feng.
passed.
"A monk on the seventh level of heaven." Chen Feng was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, in this short time, the young monk still found a helper, and he wanted to beat both of himself to death as soon as he came up. Such domineering behavior made Chen Feng
There was murderous intention in my heart.
When Chen Feng was about to take out the sacred weapon and teach the other party a lesson, the old man who had been standing beside him suddenly took action. A small bronze cauldron suddenly flew out and blocked Chen Feng and the two of them.
boom!
The huge fist hit the small cauldron, and the dull sound made all the monks around cover their ears and scream. Especially Zhao Tian, who was following the middle-aged monk, was sitting on the ground bleeding from his orifices.
Kick, kick, kick!
The middle-aged man stepped back repeatedly, his face a little ugly: "Old Yao, are you going to interfere in the affairs of our Tianchi Sect?"
"Haha, I don't dare, it's just that you bully people like this, even an old man like me can't stand it." The small tripod kept turning in the palm of the old man's hand.
"Sacred artifact!" Chen Feng was even more surprised. The old man who even owned the sacred artifact couldn't even bring out anything else, and he was still setting up a stall and trading in such a chaotic place. This was really too low-key.
"Old Yao, you started meddling in other people's business before your wounds healed. Do you think you are a human being?" Before the middle-aged monk could speak, Zhao Tian began to yell again.
"Hey, young people nowadays are really rude." Old Man Yao sneered and flicked the small cauldron in his hand, and a wave of condensed sound waves hit Zhao Tian.
"Dragon Fist!" The middle-aged monk Zhao Ming quickly swung his fist to break up the air wave, but the impact once again made Zhao Ming take a few steps back. As for Zhao Tian and others, they fell to the ground again, in a very embarrassed state.
"What happened?"
Wow! A whole team of soldiers wearing shining armor rushed over with weapons. These soldiers were all composed of monks in the heavenly realm. Coupled with the murderous aura on their bodies, the evil atmosphere filled the air everywhere they passed.
The monks outside retreated again, and some of the stalls that had not been closed in time were scattered on the ground.
"Kill these three people on the spot." Zhao Tian suddenly shouted.
"Yes, Senior Brother Zhao." A total of thirty-two monks in the Heavenly Realm immediately formed an attack formation and were about to go forward to fight.
"So you Tianchi sect is so domineering." Old Man Yao said and waved his hand, and the small bronze cauldron flew up in a circle, growing in size out of thin air. A bronze energy enveloped himself, Chen Feng and Jian Xiao Tiantian.