But he only has two spirit stones and not many other valuable things, which is not enough to buy this dragon armor. After a pause, Qingyang said: "Can it be cheaper?"
The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "This is a mid-grade defensive magic weapon. It can block the attacks of all monks below the Kaimai realm. The actual value must be more than three spiritual stones. If it could be cheaper, it would have been sold long ago.
I won't wait until now. This Dragon Armor is my life-saving thing. If it weren't for the fact that my cultivation level has been stuck at the ninth level of the Pulse Opening Realm for too long and I need to change some elixirs to try to break through, I will never put it on
He took it out and sold it."
Qingyang is not very strong. In order to save his life, what he needs most is defensive treasures. However, the light blue robe of the lame Taoist is too conspicuous and it is easy for others to see the flaws. This soft armor can be worn under clothes.
, it doesn’t show off the mountains or leaks, and is just right for him to use now.
"I only have two spiritual stones on me, but I also have a low-grade defensive magic weapon, a light blue robe. I wonder if you are willing to exchange it." Qingyang asked in a deep voice.
A low-grade defensive magic weapon is not worth a spiritual stone, but it is not much different. The difference is basically the same as a Qi-nourishing pill. This gap is not very big, but it is still a bit different from the requirements of a middle-aged man.
Qingyang was not sure that the other party would agree to it.
This middle-aged man had originally planned to never lower the price, but after setting up the stall for several days, the dragon armor could not be sold. Now he finally found someone willing to buy it. If he missed it, he didn't know how long he would have to wait.
The price difference for a Qi Nourishing Pill is really not worth it.
After thinking about it for a long time, the middle-aged man finally gritted his teeth and said: "Deal!"
The spiritual stone he had just obtained yesterday had not yet warmed in his hands, so he spent it again. Qingyang took out two spiritual stones and handed the light blue robe wrapped in rags to the middle-aged man.
In exchange for the opponent's Dragon Armor.
After that, Qingyang walked around for a while, and at another stall, he took a fancy to a low-grade magic weapon sword with fire attribute. After bargaining, he also bought a Qi-nourishing pill, and then used the silver light sword to buy this sword.
A magical weapon called the Red Flame Sword was obtained.
At this point, all three low-grade magic weapons that Qingyang obtained from the casual cultivators in Kaiyuan Mansion have been taken away and replaced with items suitable for his own use. As long as Liang Zhongtian does not specially launch an investigation in Yuling City, he should not be guilty of taking advantage of others.
will be exposed again.
I have almost bought all the things I should buy. Seeing that it has passed noon, I am feeling a little hungry. Qingyang is ready to end this trip to the market and return to the inn. Just as he is about to turn around and leave, there is a sudden burst of alcohol.
The fragrance hits your face.
The aroma of this wine is very special, with a mellow taste. If you sniff it hard with your nose, you can faintly smell a faint aura. It is completely different from the bad wine that ordinary people drink in the world. Qingyang followed the aroma of the wine and looked for it, not far away.
I found a wine stall in a corner.
The wine stall deliberately avoided the temporary stalls of other monks and lived alone in a corner. There were many wine jars in front of the stall. Two people, an old man and a young man, guarded the stall boredly. It was deserted. Occasionally a monk came up and asked.
He said a few words, but soon shook his head and left.
The stall owner is an old man and a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. They look very similar. They seem to be a father and son. They are dressed like ordinary people. Both of them are monks, and the boy's cultivation level is similar to that of ordinary people.
Qingyang is almost the same, but the old man is in the Qi refining stage.
When Qingyang came to the stall, he first glanced at the wine stall, and then asked the old man who was concentrating with his eyes closed: "What kind of wine is this?"
The old man just glanced at Qingyang indifferently, and then closed his eyes again. He seemed to think that with Qingyang's level of cultivation, he simply couldn't afford his wine, so he didn't bother to answer.
His son didn't have any prejudice against Qingyang. Perhaps he felt that it was rare for a monk of the same age and level to come over and said, "This is Baihua wine brewed by my father using the secret method passed down from his ancestors. It uses hundreds of petals and nectar."
, it took more than ten years to secretly refine it, and it is very helpful to the cultivation of monks in the Pulse Opening Realm. One altar requires three Qi Nourishing Pills."
One altar requires three Qi-nourishing pills. The price is really not low. No wonder the old man is too lazy to pay attention to himself. The wealth of casual cultivators in the middle stage of the Kaimai realm is generally not very rich. Even if they have Qi-nourishing pills, they usually keep them for themselves.
, how can you be so luxurious that you can exchange it for wine?
Qingyang sniffed it slightly with his nose, and found that the spiritual power contained in this Baihua wine was not much. One jar was equivalent to the medicinal content of a Qi-nourishing pill, which was much worse than the rain wine he made by cleaning the wine pool.
, exchanging three Qi-nourishing pills for one jar is really not worth it. It can relieve alcohol addiction, but if you rely on this thing to practice, it will be a bit neglectful.
It's just that my purpose is not to satisfy my own greed, but to treat alcoholic bees. I want to see if using spiritual wine can restore the strength of alcoholic bees as soon as possible. Moreover, this Baihua wine is brewed with hundreds of petals and nectar.
, just in line with the appetite of alcoholic bees. If you buy some and put them in the Drunken Fairy Gourd, it will probably get twice the result with half the effort.
Three Qi-nourishing pills can buy one jar of wine, and one spiritual stone can be exchanged for a little more than three jars. The price is too high, and I can't buy a few jars with all my wealth.
Qingyang looked at this remote stall again. There were a total of twelve jars of wine, all of which were contained in large jars with a height of seven inches and a diameter of seven inches. They were sealed with a special mud tire, but they looked rough.
.Twelve altars can sell at least three spiritual stones for more than three yuan. They are placed outside so casually. This Qi training monk is really rich.
Qingyang was about to buy two jars of Baihua Wine and leave, when he suddenly noticed that two jars of wine seemed different from the other ten jars. The packaging of these two jars of wine was obviously much better, and they were specially placed there for practice.
The angry old man's legs seemed to be very important to him.
Qingyang couldn't help but be a little curious and asked: "Fellow Taoist, what kind of wine are those two jars of wine?"
The young man was about to answer when the old man next to him suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly: "Humph, boy, you can't afford the next two jars of wine, so asking is in vain."
Qingyang couldn't help but feel a little angry. Just now, the old man was indifferent to him. Now that he didn't talk to him, he opened his mouth to rob him. How could he do this kind of business? Qingyang is also a newborn calf and is not afraid of tigers. He said in a deep voice.
: "How do you know, senior, that I can't afford it? Of course you have to ask for the price when selling something. Even if you can't afford it, wouldn't it be okay to ask?"
Qingyang's attitude was a bit stiff, thinking that it would arouse the old man's dissatisfaction, but the old man just glanced at him and then closed his eyes, as if he didn't bother to argue with him.