Cultivation of Immortals begins with drawing superhuman physique

His only hope now is to reach the foundation-building stage and raise his cultivation qualifications to a higher level. Otherwise, the tortoise-like cultivation speed will really drive him crazy.

"It's nice to lean against a big tree to enjoy the shade. There are many spiritual veins in the great sect and the spiritual energy is abundant. Naturally, cultivation is faster than in ordinary people. I'm afraid this is also the reason why immortal cultivators are rare in ordinary countries!"

Su Poman opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest. The red lines on his chest slowly disappeared under his skin. He muttered to himself: "I went out to visit Fangshi today to broaden my horizons. I can't just sit there all the time."

Practice in the inn!"

After changing into clean clothes and throwing away the dirty clothes, Su Poman now missed his two cute little maids. He planned to go back to Pu Kingdom when he had time and bring them to take care of him.

Daily life, otherwise I would really not be used to it.

In this era without fully automatic washing machines, it is always a bit troublesome for a grown man to go out and wash and dry clothes.

There was a hint of coolness in the morning air. Su Poman walked out of the inn and turned from the main street onto a secondary road. At this time, there were already many people setting up stalls here, and the things they were buying and selling were not ordinary things.

It's some magic talisman, magic weapon or material.

The entire street belongs to the area of ​​Qifang City. There are many fixed stall owners who have been renting for many years to set up stalls and trade here. Each stall is engraved with a small formation granted by Xiandu City. If anyone wants to snatch it here

The items on the stall will cause an early warning of the formation and attract the law enforcement team of Xiandu City. Therefore, trading here is relatively safe and there is no need to worry about murder and treasure grabbing.

In addition, if someone wants to rent a temporary stall, they can also pay rent to the "Foreign Affairs Office" in Xiandu City and set up a stall to sell their own goods in an empty space on the street.

However, most low-level monks will choose to sell their belongings in the free trading zone in the south of the city, because there is no need to pay rent there and it is a self-owned trading platform. However, there is a mixed bag of fish and dragons there. If there is a real treasure, it can easily be stolen by someone with evil intentions.

It's not safe to be targeted by monks.

There is a transparent cover on every stall on Fangshi Street. You can clearly see what items are inside with your naked eyes. You can also use your spiritual sense to pass through the cover to check the item information more carefully. The stall owner's figure is all hidden under the cover.

In a layer of black mist, one cannot see the figure, but there is no obstacle to communication. You can conduct transactions as if you were speaking normally, or you can choose to communicate in a more secretive way like 'spiritual sound transmission'.

There is a dazzling array of items on the stalls, including elixirs, secret books, talismans, materials, magic weapons, etc., as well as all kinds of strange and weird things. Even the stall owners can’t figure out the origin of strange items are placed on the stalls for sale.

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Su Poman was dazzled along the way. He had only seen pictures of some things in the 'Record of Cultivation Experience', but this time he saw the real objects, and he became very interested in gadgets with various uses.

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Walking along this street to the end, Su Poman looked at almost all kinds of items on both sides. He could only get addicted to it. He didn't even dare to inquire about prices now, just because he was short of money and had so much money on his body.

Except for some emergency spiritual stones, he converted other spiritual stones into energy points.

"Liu Baoer, as a foundation-building demon cultivator, is actually so poor. His storage bag is full of rubbish. Except for a few secret books and the weird compass that are of some value, the rest of the pile of sundries doesn't even add up.

How much is the spiritual stone worth? If you really can’t sell Mengshan’s storage bag first?”

Su Poman had previously seen a bottle of 'Huanglong Pill' that could help him break through the realm during the Qi Refining Stage, and he was a little moved. However, the price tag on that bottle of pill alone cost twenty-eight low-grade spiritual stones.

There are only more than fifty spiritual stones, and I still have to keep them for accommodation. If I buy elixirs, I am afraid that I will not be able to live in Xiandu City.

The founding ceremony of the Lieyang Sect will begin in a few days. If I miss it, it will be a bit of a loss.

After thinking about it, Su Poman decided to find a stall to sell the dusty storage bag left by Meng Shan. He was now using Liu Baoer's more exquisite and compact storage bag, which had a larger space inside.

There are about 10 cubic meters, which is more practical than Monsan's storage bag.

"Excuse me, do you collect anything here?" Su Poman walked to a stall that looked relatively cold and asked aloud.

There was a moment of silence in the black mist, and then a hoarse voice came out, "Little brother, if you come up with something, take it out first and see!"

"I want to sell this low-level storage bag. Let's see how much spiritual stones it is worth!" Su Poman took out a dusty cloth bag from his arms and handed it over through the area above the stall.

A slender white hand stretched out from the black mist, took the storage bag, and then handed the storage bag out.

"The low-level storage bag is not damaged and can be sold for 20 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones. Do you want to sell it?" The hoarse voice came out from the black mist again.

It was difficult for Su Poman to associate this voice with the owner of the white palm. He guessed that the stall owner must have used some secret method of changing his voice to prevent others from identifying him.

"Okay, twenty spiritual stones, I'm out!"

Su Poman frowned, thought for a moment and then agreed, reaching out and handing the storage bag in.

He has not been very good at bargaining since he was a child. Although the recycling price is a bit low, he doesn't want to spend time asking other stall owners one by one to negotiate prices.

"Um……"

The stall owner in the black mist pondered for a moment after taking the storage bag, and then explained aloud: "It stands to reason that a storage bag like yours can sell for at least thirty yuan of low-grade spiritual stones, but your background is a bit troublesome.

Look at the embroidered face on the bottom of this storage bag, the size of a fly's head. As expected, this storage bag should have originally belonged to a ghost spirit sect monk. The casual cultivators didn't want to offend a fairy sect, so the market was not good, so you...

The recycling price of storage bags will be lower..."

"That's it. Thank you very much for clarifying my doubts!" ​​Su Po said with a look of understanding on his face and quickly clasped his fists in a salute.

"This is your spirit stone!"

Whoosh!

A purple bag flew out of the black mist. Su Poman grabbed it with his hand, scanned it with his spiritual consciousness, found that the number of spirit stones was correct, and put it directly into his arms.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a wide face in red came up next to him. He looked at the things on the stall and asked: "Stall owner, what is the price of that statue?"

Su Poman looked in the direction of his finger and saw a half-foot-tall black statue carved on it was a strange demon with eight arms, each holding a different magic weapon.

Jue is in the shape of a lotus sitting cross-legged, and his face is covered with dirt, so it looks a little blurry, but you can vaguely make out a blood-red eye between his eyebrows.

"What a strange statue! It looks very magical..." Su Poman secretly commented in his heart.