Mortal Seeking Immortal

After Ye Zhou told Hou Yuan that he wanted to exchange for some medium-grade spiritual stones, Hou Yuan pointed to a row of simple tents built with black cloth outside the trading area and said: "The trading area has already considered that the disciples who come here to trade want to exchange for some spiritual stones. Due to the situation, several tents dedicated to trading spiritual stones were set up here.”

"As long as you carry elixirs, spiritual plants, magic weapons and other items that can be exchanged for spiritual stones, you can trade inside."

Ye Zhou looked at the black cloth tent pointed by Hou Yuan and saw a few monks walking out of the tent. Ye Zhou asked again: "Brother, I wonder if it is safe to exchange things here?"

In the world of immortality, there are many people who kill people to seize treasures for the sake of wealth. This is also a place where Spirit Beast Sect disciples conduct private transactions. Ye Zhou has to be cautious. After all, he only has one life.

Hou Yuan knew what Ye Zhou was worried about and said to Ye Zhou: "Junior brother, please don't worry. Although this is an underground trading area, the security is excellent."

"In order to reassure the disciples who come to exchange for spiritual stones, the disciples who exchange items for others in each tent have sworn to their inner demons and will never disclose any information during the transaction to others. If there is any violation, they will be punished. Suffering from inner demons."

After hearing this, Ye Zhou felt relieved and thanked Hou Yuan. He was about to go to the tent to exchange for spiritual stones when he heard Hou Yuan say: "Junior brother, the exchange of spiritual stones here is one-on-one. Outsiders are not allowed to enter." Looking on, I happen to have something to deal with, so I will leave for a while."

Ye Zhou nodded and said: "Brother, please help yourself."

Ye Zhou also didn't want others to watch when he was exchanging spiritual stones.

Before leaving, Hou Yuan reminded Ye Zhou to pay attention to the time. The trading area would be closed before dusk. At that time, the monks in the trading area would be forcibly sent out regardless of whether they had finished trading.

After that, the two parted. Hou Yuan quickly entered the trading area, ignoring the dazzling array of items around him, and headed straight to the end. Ye Zhou withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked to the black tent.

This row of black tents is composed of ten tents. Each tent is built with special materials that can block the spiritual exploration of outside monks.

There is a palm-sized magic circle at the entrance of each tent. If there is someone in the tent, the magic circle will be golden. If there is no one in the tent, the magic circle will be silver.

Since it was almost the time when the trading area was closed, there were not many monks here to exchange for spiritual stones. There was no one in the four tents. Ye Zhou casually entered one of the unoccupied tents.

As soon as he entered, Ye Zhou's eyesight dimmed. The tent was very dark. There was a simple wooden table in the small space. Behind the wooden table sat a monk wearing a black robe and a ghost mask on his head. In front of the wooden table was a The rough wooden stool looks like it was made from local materials.

When the ghost-faced monk saw someone coming in, he asked before Ye Zhou came over and sat down: "I wonder what this fellow Taoist wants to trade? We agreed in advance that there is no need to bring out those worthless trinkets."

Ye Zhou walked to the wooden table and asked calmly: "I wonder how many spiritual stones each person here can exchange for at one time? Is there a limit?"

The ghost-faced monk must have heard someone ask this for the first time. He couldn't help being happy, and joked: "We can exchange as much as you can take out. There is no limit."

Ye Zhou nodded with confidence and asked the ghost-faced monk: "Can I only exchange for the middle-grade spiritual stone?"

The ghost-faced monk nodded: "Of course you can. I wonder what you want to exchange for?"

The ghost-faced monk looked at Ye Zhou. He wanted to see what rare items Ye Zhou could bring out. When he saw Ye Zhou reaching out and taking out a foundation-building low-grade magic weapon from the storage ring and placing it on the table, the ghost-faced monk was stunned: "That's it?"

A low-grade foundation-building magic weapon can be exchanged for up to 150 low-grade spiritual stones. Could it be that this person has gone crazy and wants to use this low-grade foundation-building magic weapon to exchange the spiritual stones they prepared?

Ye Zhou, who didn't know what the ghost-faced monk was thinking, shook his head and said, "Wait a moment, there's more."

After saying that, Ye Zhou took out a few medium-grade foundation-building magic weapons from the storage ring and threw them on the ground casually. The ghost-faced monk looked at Ye Zhou and asked: "Are there any items that need to be exchanged? If not... ..."

Before the ghost-faced monk finished speaking, he saw a spiritual light emitting from Ye Zhou's storage ring, and a large pile of pills, magic weapons, spiritual insect eggs, monster materials and other items flew out and landed on Ye Zhou with a clatter. On the ground beside the boat, a hill was piled up to a height of one person. The spiritual light emitted by various magic weapons in the hill illuminated the dim tent.

Ye Zhou originally planned to take this pile of items to Wanbao Auction House for disposal, but now he cannot leave the Spiritual Beast Sect for the time being, and Xiaoshan cultivation is in urgent need of spirit stones. In addition, as Hou Yuan said, the monks in the tent who are responsible for exchanging items are all He swore an oath to his inner demon, so Ye Zhou felt free to trade some of the useless items in the storage ring.

The ghost-faced monk seemed to have seen so many items for the first time. He sat blankly behind the wooden table for a long time without saying a word. Finally, Ye Zhou asked: "I wonder how many middle-grade spiritual stones can be exchanged for these items? Please, please Exchange it quickly, I’m in a hurry.”

As if waking up from a dream, the ghost-faced monk stood up from behind the wooden table with a swish sound and went straight to the hill next to Ye Zhou. Most of the magic tools that made up the hill were low-grade foundation-building magic tools. There are even some high-grade foundation-building magical tools.

The ghost-faced monk casually picked up a bottle of ordinary-looking elixir from the hill, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and immediately judged that the elixir was the Bixin Pill that would help monks in the foundation-building period increase their cultivation.

He can easily trade such precious elixirs. Who is he?

The ghost-faced monk looked at Ye Zhou in shock while holding the pills. He suddenly felt that Ye Zhou was of extraordinary status. He was afraid that the disciples of the sect leader or the elders might not be as generous as this man.

The ghost-faced monk didn't know that the pills here, including the bottle of Bi Xin Dan in his hand, were all pills that Ye Zhou looked down on. Ye Zhou disliked the impurities contained in these pills. If he took too much, it would hurt his body, so he took them out for trading. It would also be good to exchange them for some spirit stones.

As for the pills suitable for the foundation-building period, Ye Zhou still had a few pill recipes on hand and could refine them by himself. He didn't need to take these defective products.

Seeing that the ghost-faced monk looked at him without saying anything, Ye Zhou couldn't help but ask in confusion: "What's wrong? But is there anything wrong with this bottle of pills?"

The ghost-faced monk shook his head hurriedly and said to Ye Zhou: "Please wait a moment, my guest, and let me count them carefully."

The ghost-faced monk guessed that Ye Zhou was of noble status, so he was polite to Ye Zhou.

Ye Zhou nodded, and sat casually on the wooden bench, waiting for the ghost-faced monk to check. The ghost-faced monk thought that Ye Zhou was of extraordinary status, and did not dare to let him wait for long. He opened his spiritual sense and quickly scanned each item, and silently accumulated their value in his mind.

Except for the sound of the ghost-faced monk counting the items, the tent was silent for a while.