Beast-controlling fairy clan

Compared to a small place like "Qingyun Valley", Hongyafang City is much larger.

This market is built on a mountain peak that is two to three hundred feet high. The entire mountain peak, including several nearby hills, is included in the market. There are hundreds of various shops in it.

Zhou Chun walked into it and looked around. He could easily see the figures of immortal cultivators walking back and forth on the mountain.

Such a scene of people coming and going is truly worthy of the word "fangshi".

Fangshi was naturally safe. After Zhou Chun looked around, he slowly wandered around Fangshi, looking for opportunities to inquire about the Zhou family's whereabouts.

After experiencing the previous attack and murder, Zhou Chun must pay more attention when inquiring about information.

It must no longer be so easy for people to think of his relationship with the Zhou family and thus harbor ill will toward him.

After walking around the market like this, Zhou Chun quickly found a store that looked good and went in.

This store called "Wu Ji Grocery Store" is not big. There is not even a clerk inside, only an old man in Tsing Yi sitting on a chair reading a book.

After seeing Zhou Chun enter the door, the old man in green first looked up at him. After realizing that he was not a regular customer of the store, he said lazily: "Fellow Taoist, please invite me. All the items sold in our store are written on it. The prices are fair. Tong." No one can be deceived."

After saying that, he nodded towards a piece of white cloth with black writing on the wall next to him.

Look at him like this, there is no sense of "the customer is God".

But Zhou Chun knew that this was the normal situation in this world.

Those who are able to open shops in the market must have advanced cultivation, rich wealth, and skills.

Either it is a store opened by a sect or family, and the people responsible for managing it are also disciples of these sects or families.

No matter what the situation is, they have a much nobler status than ordinary casual cultivators.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible to expect them to treat the Qi Refining Stage monks who come to the store as "gods".

What's more, even in the world of his previous life, there weren't many street shops that could do this. It would be nice if they didn't bully customers!

Of course Zhou Chun didn't care about the older man's attitude.

He didn't look at what was written on the white cloth, but just cupped his hands to the old man and said, "Thank you, shopkeeper, for being polite. I have a few obsolete magic weapons in my hands. I wonder if your shop would be willing to recycle these items?"

"You want to sell the magic weapon?"

The old man in green looked startled, then couldn't help but put down the book in his hand, and looked at Zhou Chun with squinted eyes.

Looking at Zhou Chun's young and handsome face, he frowned slightly, as if he couldn't believe that such a young junior monk could be the kind of bandit cultivator who made a career of killing people and seizing treasures.

But if he wasn't a bandit cultivator, how could someone at Zhou Chun's age and with such a level of cultivation have extra magical weapons for sale?

The old man in green clothes had various thoughts in his mind. After a while, he nodded gently and said: "Then take the things out and take a look. If there are no problems, our store can recycle them depending on the situation."

A grocery store like theirs sells and accepts everything.

Zhou Chun immediately took out the magic weapons he got from the two casual cultivators, as well as two first-level low-grade magic weapons.

The magical weapons, spells, talismans, elixirs, and formations used by cultivators are all classified into grades.

Generally speaking, they are divided into first-order, second-order, and third-order, and then subdivided into three smaller levels: first-order low-grade, first-order middle-grade, and first-order high-grade.

Basically, first-level magic weapons are used by those who are cultivating immortals in the Qi Refining Stage, second-level magic weapons are used by those who are cultivating immortals in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and third-level magic weapons are used by those who are cultivating immortals in the Zifu Stage.

The value of a magic weapon is not only closely related to its grade, but also closely related to its use, performance and other factors.

The several magic weapons Zhou Chun took out at this time were all single-purpose attack magic weapons, and they did not have any outstanding special abilities. They were just magic weapons used by novices who had just entered the world of immortality.

So after some appraisal, the two magic weapons he got from killing two casual cultivators were returned to him by the old man in green, leaving only the two magic weapons that he and Li Han had truly eliminated.

Then he looked at him and said: "The quality of these two magic weapons is pretty good. It can be seen that the level of the weapon refiner is pretty good. Our shop is willing to use twenty spiritual coins to recycle each one."

"As for these two magical artifacts, fellow Taoists should take them to the street market in Fang City to deal with them. There may be fellow Taoists there who have just entered the world of immortality who are willing to buy them as the first magical artifacts in their lives. "

This result somewhat made Zhou Chun feel heartbroken for the two casual cultivators who died at his hands.

It turned out that the magic weapons used by those two guys were not even recycled in grocery stores, which shows how miserable the two of them were.

At the moment, I could only do as the old man in green said, collect the two returned magic weapons, and then count them one by one and accept the forty spiritual coins given by the old man in green.

After leaving "Wu Ji Grocery Store", Zhou Chun did as the shopkeeper suggested and went to the street stall market in Fangshi.

The street stall market is a must-have place in every market in the world of cultivating immortals. It is a place where cultivators trade freely, and it is also a place where fake goods are rampant.

You only need to pay a spiritual coin to the market manager of the street market as a stall fee, and you can stay in the street market for a whole day and even meditate.

The premise is that there are really people who can meditate and practice in that kind of environment with a big heart.

When Zhou Chun came to the street stall market in Hongyafang City, he found that there were indeed many more cultivators here. The number of monks setting up stalls and the number of monks patronizing this place was almost evenly divided.

Because most immortal cultivators like to be clean, unless it is difficult to negotiate a price, this street market is not very noisy.

Zhou Chun actually saw a few casual cultivators who put some things randomly in front of the stalls to show off and meditated with their eyes closed.

Seeing this situation, Zhou Chun pondered for a moment, then paid a spiritual coin to set up a stall, placed two magical artifacts and a few sundries, and set up a stall here.

Of course, Zhou Chun's real intention was not to set up a stall, but in the name of setting up a stall, he chatted with some casual cultivators who were also setting up stalls here, trying to find out the information he wanted to know.

In just two days of setting up a stall in the market, Zhou Chun successfully sold two magical artifacts for thirteen spiritual coins and fourteen spiritual coins.

But the search for information did not go smoothly. Many casual cultivators who set up stalls here had heard about the split of the Sanjue Sect, but no one knew exactly where the Zhou family went after leaving the Sanjue Sect.

Seeing this, Zhou Chun could only endure and continue waiting for the opportunity in the market.

On the third day after he arrived at Fangshi, a casual cultivator who was at the tenth level of Qi Refining Stage suddenly came to the street market.

As soon as the old man with white silk hair spread out the stall, he put a dozen things on it, including newly picked elixirs, spiritual minerals dug out from nowhere, and slightly damaged ones. Magical weapon.

Upon seeing this situation, many monks setting up stalls looked at the old man with strange eyes.

Generally speaking, this kind of monk who sells everything is most likely the kind of bandit cultivator who specializes in killing people and grabbing treasures.

Or even if he is not a bandit cultivator, he still has a great relationship with the bandit cultivator and is responsible for helping the bandit cultivator deal with the looted treasures.

But thinking about it this way, unless someone with whom they have a good relationship with something in this stall wants to do it, no one will meddle in other people's business.

On the contrary, most of the time, because the items handled by bandit cultivators will be slightly lower than the market price, many cultivators who want to take advantage of them will rush to buy them.

However, when these monks who wanted to take advantage came up and asked the price, they all left in anger.

Because although the old man was setting up a street stall, the price was really not much cheaper than the market price, and there was not much room for reselling it to obtain the price difference.

The people who gathered there quickly dispersed.

Seeing this, Zhou Chun's eyes suddenly moved, but he also stepped forward and asked about the price.

"Fellow Taoist, please tell me how to sell this spiritual ginseng?"

He pointed to a yellow-white spiritual ginseng with some soil on the ginseng tendrils on the ground, and asked the price in a low voice.

"Wild ginseng that is more than 150 years old is sold for only twenty-four spiritual coins, no counter-offering!"

The old man looked up at Zhou Chun and said the price calmly.

Hearing this, Zhou Chun couldn't help frowning and said, "The turbid and evil energy in the wild ginseng is accumulated. If you want to use it as medicine, you must first remove the turbid and evil energy. More than twenty spiritual coins are really a bit high!"

When the old man heard what he said, he immediately snorted with a look of displeasure on his face and said: "Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that the methods to get rid of the evil spirit in these spiritual creatures are in the hands of those sects and families, a hundred-year-old ginseng can only Are you selling so many spiritual coins?"

After saying that, he glared at Zhou Chunyi and said, "Junior, if you want to buy it, just buy it. If you don't want to buy it, just watch from the sidelines. Don't come to amuse me!"

"Hey, I'm just saying that. Why should you be angry, fellow Taoist? When doing business, you have to have someone make a counter-offer."

Zhou Chun shook his head, then glanced at the other elixirs on the stall, and then said: "Let's do this, I'll wrap up all the elixirs you have, fellow Taoist, and you can also give me a profit, and I'll give you a few elixirs for free." How about coins?”

When the old man heard this, he still said with a cold face: "No, you can't miss a single spirit coin. If you miss one, I will send them all to the drug store for processing!"

Seeing this, Zhou Chun's tone suddenly softened, and he looked at the old man with pleading eyes and said, "Just do it, why don't you just give me some support? It's not easy for me to earn spiritual coins with my level of cultivation. You have also grown up since you were young. The monks who came here should understand!"

"Oh, I support you, but who is willing to support me?"

The old man said with a sneer on his face.

Then he looked at Zhou Chun with sarcasm in his eyes and said, "Young man is pretending to be pitiful in front of me. Seeing that you have such cultivation at such a young age, you should be a descendant of a certain immortal cultivating family. If you want to use a low-level You buy elixirs at this street market at a high price and then sell them to the family at a high price. I have known this trick for more than ten years!"

"Ahem, fellow Taoist, you are overthinking this. I have absolutely no intention of doing so."

Zhou Chun coughed twice in embarrassment and quickly denied it.

Although he did have thoughts in this regard, it was completely different from what the old man said.

But the old man obviously didn't believe him, so he just sneered and said no more.

In the end, Zhou Chun could only buy the spiritual ginseng for twenty-four spiritual coins.