I have all kinds of magical powers

After Lin Chen saw the sign clearly, he strode in. The counter was manned by a middle-aged man in the late stage of Qi Refining.

Seeing someone coming in, he immediately glanced at him. Noticing that the other party was in the foundation-building stage, the man hurriedly bowed and said respectfully.

"Hello, senior! Today, the shop is reserved. We are not accepting customers. Please forgive me."

Lin Chen didn't waste words. He touched his waist and took out a yellow round token and handed it over.

There was a word "Lan" engraved on it.

When the man saw the token, he immediately understood and hurriedly smiled and said.

"So you are here to attend the trade fair. The trade fair is held on the second floor. You can go upstairs by yourself."

Lin Chen nodded and then walked upstairs.

As soon as he walked out of the stairs, he found a table and a chair at the end of the stairs. There was a thin old man in a gray shirt sitting there. He was in the middle stage of foundation building. Behind him was a closed wooden door.

The old man saw Lin Chen, stood up and bowed.

"My fellow Taoist, you need to pay 500 spirit stones to participate in this trade fair."

Lin Chen didn't waste any words. He touched his waist, took out five medium-grade spirit stones and threw them straight over.

"Okay, fellow Taoist, please come in."

The old man was also very quick. After collecting the spirit stones, he explained the rules of the trade fair, then pushed open the wooden door behind him and stretched out his hand.

Lin Chen nodded slightly, then strode in. Once he entered, the scene in front of him changed drastically.

The downstairs looked like an ordinary inn, while the second floor was specially renovated.

There were no small rooms, but a very spacious, super large space, dozens of feet in size.

In the center was a huge round table, and wooden chairs were placed around the round table. Many cultivators were already sitting on the chairs.

Lin Chen looked around and saw that most of them were in the middle and late stages of foundation building, more than 20 of them.

He was a little puzzled at first, but then he thought it was normal. After all, 500 entry spirit stones were already a considerable expense for those who had just entered the foundation building stage.

Naturally, those who came in were relatively wealthy cultivators, or cultivators with more strength.

Thinking of this, Lin Chen couldn't help but look forward to it. With so many foundation building cultivators gathered together, he should be able to see some good things.

He hoped that he could also buy some elixirs smoothly.

He walked forward, found an empty wooden chair, pulled it open, and sat on it without hesitation.

Some of the cultivators in the field were talking to each other in groups of three or two. They must be familiar people who came together.

There were also many cultivators like Lin Chen who were alone.

As time passed, the number of cultivators in the field increased. In the end, there were about fifty of them. It was estimated that all the foundation-building cultivators near Huangdaofang City gathered here.

The cultivators looked at each other, and their vigilant and defensive eyes swept over them from time to time.

He did not restrain his spiritual pressure. The realm of the ninth level of foundation building was considered a high-level existence among these cultivators.

For those who lingered too much, he would turn his head and glance at them.

He waited for another half a quarter of an hour.

"Creaky!"

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe walked in slowly and stretched out his hand to close the wooden door behind him.

He first glanced at the many foundation-building cultivators sitting around the round table, and after a glance, he bowed and said politely.

"I am Lan Huaguang. Welcome all Daoists to the trade fair organized by my Lan family. I believe everyone knows the rules, so I will not elaborate on them."

"This trade fair has officially begun. Since it is organized by my Lan family, I will first take out some treasures, just to start a discussion."

Lan Huaguang's tone was kind, and it was obvious that he was the kind of person who often dealt with people, without any sense of superiority of a cultivator from a large family.

Perhaps it was for this reason that the Lan family asked him to organize such a trade fair.

Suddenly, a voice came from the crowd.

"Daoist Huaguang, your Lan family is a large family, you can't just take out some ordinary spiritual objects to fool us."

"Otherwise, Daoists will not agree."

A young cultivator on the south side of the round table spoke half-jokingly and half-seriously, and looked at the cultivators around him.

"Of course, I will not let you fellow Taoists down."

Lan Huaguang stroked his long black beard and smiled heartily, appearing full of confidence.

As he spoke, he gently tapped the storage bag on his waist with his left hand, "Swoosh"

A flash of white light passed by, and he stretched out his hand and quickly grabbed it, and a small white jade pill bottle appeared in his palm.

"Purple Heart Linglong Pill, after taking it, there is a 30% chance of breaking through from the middle stage of foundation building to the late stage of foundation building."

"However, this kind of breakthrough elixir does not support the trading of spirit stones, but only various rare spiritual objects, treasures that are beneficial to cultivation."

The moment the pill bottle appeared, the foundation-building cultivators in the field all looked over.

Even the cultivator who had just made a joke did not expect that the Lan family would be willing to trade such a elixir.

Many cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building showed a fiery look in their eyes, and immediately probed into the storage bag on their waists with their spiritual sense.

Prepare to see if they have any treasures that can be exchanged for this rare breakthrough elixir.

In the crowd, a Confucian cultivator at the sixth level of foundation building spoke first.

"Zhou, give me a piece of mithril!"

As he said this, he reached from his waist and slapped a fist-sized silver object onto the table.

Lin Chen looked at the silver block and was a little surprised. This fist-sized piece was enough to refine three or four mithril flying swords.

Mithril is a special ore that can only be found in silver mines. It is soft and very suitable for use as an auxiliary material for spiritual tools. It has the effect of reducing the power of spells.

As long as you take one-third or one-fourth of it to coat your spiritual sword with a layer of mithril, you can get a good mithril flying sword.

The lining of the green Taoist robe he was wearing was also woven with silver threads refined from this kind of mithril.

It seems that this person's desire for this elixir is extraordinary.

Lin Chen thought silently in his heart.

While he was thinking, a large number of foundation-building monks made bids one after another.

"Wu has two three-hundred-year-old silver bell grasses here!"

A middle-aged man stretched out his hand and flicked it, and two crystal jade boxes suddenly appeared on the table.

He stood up and opened the jade box with one hand.

Inside were two strange green spiritual herbs with silver flowers growing on them, which looked like a bell, hence the name silver bell grass.

All of a sudden, the cultivators present were vying for them, and a white-haired old man, who was in the late stage of foundation building, also spoke out to compete at this time.

"He has a Vajra Mace Talisman, which can be used once more, and it is quite powerful."

He reached out and took out a golden talisman of about a foot in size, with a looming mace-shaped magic weapon on the front, emitting amazing power.

It seems that he is determined to get it, but seeing that his life span is not much, he must not have bought this Purple Heart Linglong Pill for himself, so it is no wonder that he is willing to take out all the life-saving talismans for trading.