"Xiaochen, you and I, brothers, are you too polite? I want to be able to practice, so naturally I will practice. This is for your spiritual roots. You should take a good look at it."
"ah!"
"By the way, I still have this secret alchemy technique in my hand. I'll give it to you later. I'll give it to you after I learn it."
"Okay, thanks..."
"Ding, congratulations to the master, the charm value has increased by 1 point."
Fang Yichen's face was pulsing with excitement. How come there are so many good things to give?
"I have another bad news to tell you. The auction will have to wait until evening. We have no spiritual stones left, only five spiritual stones."
"Ah! It's only five yuan. I still have more than 60 yuan that I haven't spent yet. I'll give it to you first!"
"There's no rush. We'll wait until I need it. Now let's go to the elixir and sell some things."
When Ning Xiaofan mentioned the elixir, he thought of Xiao Feng again. He wondered what happened to that silly bird? Was it burnt in the Earth Fire Pond? There was no news for such a long time.
The three of them passed through several stalls, bypassed the Fangshi auction house in the middle, and walked towards the elixir area.
Now the three of them have not entered a store. The main reason is that they have too few spiritual stones. The items in any store are much more expensive than Zongmenfang Market, so the three of them know what they are interested in.
When I came to the elixir, I saw many stalls with people. As long as I took out a spiritual stone, I could sell things in the empty stalls.
The main purpose of the market is not to collect spiritual stones from these people. For such a large market, these spiritual stones are only a fraction of a cent in nine years. If you buy two rare treasures a year, you can make money for everything.
"Limbo, let's go~!"
"Brother, I'm hungry."
This guy was really hungry, and after a while he wanted to eat, "You go buy your own food, we'll sell some stuff here."
"Okay, thank you, Brother Fan, you are so kind."
"Xiaochen, give me money!"
Ning Xiaofan has no spiritual stones of his own. Now there are only four spiritual stones in the storage space, which is not enough to buy spiritual food.
"Xiaofan, how much do you want to give?"
"Give him ten spiritual stones and let him spend them on his own!"
Fang Yichen gritted his teeth and handed the spirit stone to Lin Bo. If it hadn't been for Xiaofan, he wouldn't have given a piece of it. This was a spirit stone!
"Ding, congratulations, master, for gaining 1 charm point."
Lin Bo was really fast. He took the spiritual stone and disappeared into the elixir area. Only then did Ning Xiaofan and Fang Yichen look at the stalls carefully.
There are at least a hundred vendors setting up stalls nearby, most of them selling elixirs, and only about a dozen selling elixirs.
Most of those spiritual herbs are common fairy vines, asparagus hemp, Qiming seeds, decades-old mountain ginseng, and some spiritual fruits. I didn't see any particularly precious ones.
Ning Xiaofan didn't know that particularly good spiritual plants were purchased at the conference. If the price was deemed unreasonable, they could be auctioned, so it was rare to see old spiritual plants on the stalls.
Fang Yichen saw that like magic, a bunch of herbs appeared in the stall, and then another pile, and soon the entire stall was filled with magical herbs. Each item was an elixir that had been used for more than thirty years. This was
It is also rare in the world of immortality.
"Young man, do you grow all these elixirs yourself?"
"Uncle, do you think I can grow elixirs of this age at my age?"
After the old man knelt down and took a closer look, his expression changed drastically. There were at least twenty kinds of elixirs in this stall, each with three strains, which is equivalent to more than 60 elixirs. Each elixir is more than thirty years old?
It's so scary. Did this guy book the Immortal Medicine Garden?
"Young man, where did you get this elixir?"
Ning Xiaofan smiled and said: "There are still a few plants on an unknown mountain that I have made elixirs for, but now there are only so many."
"Why are you still refining elixirs? You have refined several elixirs, but to be able to use this level of elixir is really a waste!"
Ning Xiaofan's eyes lit up. Could it be that his explosive elixir had something to do with the medicinal power of the medicinal herbs?
"Young man, why do you have so many medicinal herbs? Purple spirit flower, allspice, wenhua, thousandth leaf, dragon bone grass, sun shadow orchid, snow drop flower, mountain peach grass, throat healing grass, wild ginseng have been there for decades.
These are old medicines that are very effective and very expensive!"
"You all know this, old man! You are such an expert!"
"Where, young man, let me ask about the price of vanilla?"
Ning Xiaofan didn't know the price. Anyway, he still had a lot of them in his storage space. The more than twenty plants he had now were just the front line. If they were sold, he could take out some more.
"To be honest with you, old man, I don't know the price. These elixirs were given to me by my friends. I just want to exchange them for some spiritual stones. I don't know how much they are worth."
The old man's eyes lit up and he said, "Young man, I want Thyme Herb. The ordinary price is about twenty spiritual stones. Your plant has a medicinal effect of several decades. The price is not easy to give. It costs at least hundreds of spiritual stones."
"So many?"
"Yeah, I feel like you've lost a hundred bucks on this one. I just have limited spiritual stones. If I can get 80 spiritual stones, I can add some elixirs and sell me one."
"Okay, eighty spiritual stones, no need for pills."
"Thank you, thank you."
"Ding, congratulations to the master, the charm value has increased by 1 point."
Just as the old man put down the spiritual stone and took the elixir, many people turned their eyes over. When they saw the elixir on the stall, many people drooled at the corners of their mouths.
"Young man, how do you sell purple spirit flowers?"
"I don't quite understand. Each of these herbs costs a hundred spiritual stones. If you want them, pay first."
One hundred spiritual stones is not a small amount, and not everyone has it among foundation-building monks. Unless they are from a cultivating family or a direct descendant of the sect, such people can have more spiritual stones in their hands.
Just as Ning Xiaofan finished speaking, nearby stall owners came running over like a swarm of swarms.
"I want this Snowdrop Flower. This is the spiritual stone."
"Peach grass, I want it. This is the spiritual stone."
Ning Xiaofan's stall was crowded with people, all of whom were holding spiritual stones and passing them forward.
An old man in red clothes held a folding fan in his hand and looked like he was dressed in Confucian style. He only glanced at it and said, "Wait a minute, young man, I want all the elixirs you have here. You can do the math."
"No, we want it too, you can't take it all by yourself."
"I'll pay double the price and take it all!"
The old man's words were like stabbing a hornet's nest, and everyone looked at him with knife-like eyes.
"Old guy, you are the only one with money."
"Go away and get in line."
"Who are you?"
Everyone cheered on the old man with every word he said, and the old man looked at Ning Xiaofan with a smile.
It's a bit tense to see the two sides, but don't start a fight here. It's going to be a problem to save your own life these days.
"Everyone, please wait a minute. The price of these medicines remains unchanged. One hundred spiritual stones are required for each plant. Those who want it will line up. Each person is limited to one plant. I will come back tomorrow and the price will be determined tomorrow."
Ning Xiaofan was also a procrastinator. It was not up to him to decide whether he would come tomorrow or not. Just get two thousand spirit stones first. Don't make people angry or risk your life if you don't do it.
The old man smiled and said, "I am a disciple of the Divine Medicine Sect of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. I am not joking."
"The Divine Medicine Sect is strong, but you can't control Tongtianfang City. You don't dare to act wild here."
"Is the Divine Medicine Sect amazing?"
Ning Xiaofan could see that these people's words were getting less and less confident, so he smiled and sent the message to the old man, who nodded and said nothing.
"Everyone, please get in line. Today's elixirs are all priced at 100 spiritual stones each. Who told me to tell you the price? Get in line!"
"I want one..."
"It's my turn, give me one..."
"Ding, congratulations to the master, the charm value has increased by 1 point."
"Ding, congratulations to the master, the charm value has increased by 1 point."
"bite,……."
Ding, ding, ding sounds continuously, and the charm value increases by 1 point with each ding.
Anyone who buys the elixir will be grateful and virtuous, and Ning Xiaofan's charm will increase by 1 point.
In just a short time, all 23 magical herbs were sold out. Those who had not bought the magical herbs looked at Ning Xiaofan.
"Young man, will you come again tomorrow?"
"Maybe, come and see if there are any herbs in my land?" Everyone has no choice but to be quick. This herb is worth at least two hundred spiritual stones. This guy is too wasteful.
After everyone dispersed, the old man came over with a smile and said, "Young man, I wonder how many of those herbs you still have in your hands?"
"Old man, there are not many herbs that are twenty or thirty years old. There are still dozens of herbs."
The old man was startled when he heard Ning Xiaofan's words. Is there something behind the words and no sound behind the words? The old man has lived for hundreds of years and has never seen such a person. Pulling down his eyebrows can be used as a whistle.
"Young man, this is a special order from the Divine Medicine Sect of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. If you have good medicine, you can go to the Kingdom of Eastern Zhou with the token. The price is easy to talk about. As long as you have the elixir and the spiritual stone, you can do whatever you want."
Ning Xiaofan's hand flashed with inspiration, and a storage space appeared, "Old man, do you think these elixirs are up to par?"
As long as you don't leave the stall, there is a prohibition protection, and as long as the stall owner doesn't give permission, no one can take away the things.
In the world of cultivating immortals, the law of the jungle is always the strongest, and good things are put on top. If there are no restrictions, the masters can do whatever they want.
"Hey, there are more than a hundred elixirs and dozens of old ginsengs. Not bad. Wait, let me do the math!"
The old man closed his eyes and calculated, "Young man, I will also give you a lot, a total of one hundred and thirty elixirs, each one will cost you 200 low-grade spiritual stones, how about it?"
"It's up to you."
"Okay, 26,000 spiritual stones."
Ning Xiaofan's head buzzed when he heard the 26,000 spirit stones, and he almost fell down. He was new to cultivating immortals, and he had never heard that a monk could have so many spirit stones. Even the elders of Fentian Valley might not be able to produce tens of thousands.
A piece of spiritual stone, this time the magical weapon of the disciple of Lingzhi Garden is found.
If you want to develop well, you have to have your own sphere of influence. Now the hundred or so people in Lingzhiyuan are your own strength. Find ways to make these people stronger as quickly as possible.
Although they are all disciples of handymen, Ning Xiaofan wants to use his own strength to train these people into masters, even if they are masters in handymen, just try their best.
I saw a flash of inspiration in the old man's hand, and a storage space flew into Ning Xiaofan's hand. As soon as his spiritual consciousness came in, 260 middle-grade spiritual stones were equivalent to 26,000 low-grade spiritual stones.
The middle-grade spiritual stone shines with dazzling spiritual light, and it feels comfortable to look at. The middle-grade spiritual stone is good, not bad.
"Young man, the token in your hand can be used at the drugstores marked with the word "zhou". There are large Zhou drugstores all over the Suzaku Continent. There are specialized people there to purchase medicinal materials. Holding the token will give you some convenience."
"Boy, thank the old man."
Ning Xiaofan took a look at the token. On the front of the bronze sign was the God of Medicine of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, with the word "Shang" written on the back. This meant that it was a commercial token issued by the Medicine God Sect and he was not allowed to use it.
"Well, remember, my name is Dan He. Maybe we will see you again one day, haha."
The old man put away the herb storage space and turned away. Ning Xiaofan looked at the mid-level storage space in his hand. This old man was so rich that his money bag was worth a hundred spiritual stones.
He poured out the extra medium-grade storage space and threw it to Fang Yichen, "Xiaochen, this is for you."
"Awesome, mid-grade storage space, this person is really wealthy!"
God is not fair. He has more than 20,000 spiritual stones and doesn't even blink an eye.
I have never heard of anyone having so many spirit stones, not even the elders of Fentian Valley have so many spirit stones.
Alas! Comparing people with each other makes people angry.
"Xiao Fan, we have spiritual stones. We have two thousand spiritual stones. Let's go to the auction house!"
"Silly Xiaochen, what we have is not two thousand spirit stones. What do you think this is?"
Fang Xiaochen took the thing and his eyes lit up, "260 spiritual stones?"
Ning Xiaofan noticed that Fang Yichen's hands were trembling and his face turned red, "Xiaofan, big brother! Are you a middle-grade... spirit... stone? We've made it!"
Fang Yichen was halfway through shouting and covered his hands with his hands. In the eyes of others, these two people had obtained more than 2,000 spiritual stones and were in a state of excitement and lust.
"Yes! Now that I have money, I can go to the auction house this time."
"One hundred times 260 yuan, my God, it's equivalent to 26,000 low-grade spiritual stones, my God!"
Fang Yichen felt dizzy for a while, his eyes were full of spiritual stones, and he was confused...