Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

In the dark market.

The newly opened stalls quickly attracted the attention of those monks who had walked around more than once.

Without much effort, monks came to Cheng Buzheng's booth one by one.

However, when those monks saw the spiritual objects that needed to be traded written on the small wooden sign, their footsteps changed and they walked elsewhere again.

Only, a few thick-skinned monks asked Cheng Buzheng unwillingly if they could exchange it with other spiritual objects.

To this.

Cheng Buzheng is also Xie Jingbumin!

He didn't bother to talk to these monks at all, he looked silent!

See here.

The monks left Cheng Buzheng's booth one after another.

Some monks noticed this scene from the corner of their eyes, and they all put out their thoughts.

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the other side.

In front of booth 66 is also the booth that Cheng Buzheng visited before.

At this time, an unexpected visitor came to the booth!

"Fellow Daoist, how to trade this piece of Heavenly Soul Iron?"

A figure came to the booth and said casually.

The old face in the stall owner's hood frowned involuntarily, and said in a low voice:

"Only change the green rib essence, or the same grade of spiritual material!"

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking to the figure at the booth.

Indeed, the Heavenly Soul Iron has a wide range of uses, and the quality of this spiritual material is quite high, so many monks came to inquire!

He has received many monks like this before.

However, the spiritual materials are still on the booth at this moment, which means that other monks do not have the financial resources, or they have spiritual materials of this level in their hands, but they also need them, so they are not willing to exchange them.

Or, some monks felt that it was not worth it, which led to this!

See here.

The figure in front of the booth didn't pay attention, took out a piece of spiritual material, and said in a low voice:

"How about this piece of spiritual material, fellow daoist, trading the Heavenly Soul Iron with you?"

heard the words.

The stall owner wearing a hood was overjoyed, looked up, his face darkened instantly, and he said impatiently:

"Fellow Daoist, didn't the old man speak clearly enough?"

While speaking, the meaning of annoyance is obvious!

"Really?" The figure chuckled lightly and said:

"Friend Daoist, you are watching!"

A token appeared in the hand of that figure!

He waved the token at the stall owner.

moment.

The stall owner wearing a hood had the shadow of that token in his eyes!

At the same time, a murmur sounded in his ear.

His pupils gradually narrowed, and his face was filled with horror.

After calming down for a moment, he forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart.

Although he was terrified in his heart, he was still a little unwilling and said in a low voice:

"Could it be that Fellow Daoists are going to buy and sell by force in the dark market?"

Although the words were tough, the tone was full of helplessness!

Typically, the strongest words are spoken on the mouth, and the most cowardly things are done in the hands.

heard the words.

"Of course, that can't be the case!"

The figure smiled lightly and said:

"Really, I'm a little anxious to go out without taking those treasures with me. Why don't fellow Taoists come over to me some other day, and I'll offer this spiritual material with both hands!"

"I don't know, do you think so?"

Hearing this, the stall owner will be willing, and coming to ask for it is no different from entering a tiger's den alone.

That's not to pick up spirit objects, it's a special visit to die.

The stall owner didn't even think about this proposal, and just shook his head and said:

"How about, fellow daoist, how about trading again next time?"

He spoke cautiously, and there was a taste of temptation in his words!

Although the stall owner knew that it was almost impossible, he couldn't help asking.

After all, this level of spiritual material is not so easy to find, and he only has one piece!

"What do you say?"

The figure glanced at the stall owner with a half-smile, then turned his gaze solemnly, and said coldly:

"We must make a deal now, otherwise... hehe, you know the consequences!"

After a long sigh!

The stall owner's old face was full of loneliness!

So what if you cultivate to the late stage of Jindan?

Facing the powerful monks, he also had to retreat.

After a while, the stall owner nodded helplessly, and said lightly:

"Can!"

While speaking, he flicked his sleeves!

The glowing piece of metal flew into the opponent's hand.

See here.

That figure directly dropped the spiritual material in his hand and walked forward!

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Not long!

A thin figure walks over!

There was no trace of hesitation in his steps, even though the small wooden sign on Cheng Buzheng's booth marked the reminder that non-designated spiritual objects would not be exchanged, it still didn't slow down the man's steps a little bit.

Lean less!

A figure in a gray robe and a grimace mask came to Cheng Buzheng's booth.

Cheng Buzheng, who had noticed the visitor a long time ago, was quite curious at the moment whether the other party had any spiritual objects he needed.

However, according to his estimation, there is a great probability that there is.

Cheng Buzheng couldn't believe that the monks who patronized his booth ended up not paying attention.

certainly!

There is also a big possibility that the other party, like the previous cultivator, wants to trade his treasures with other spiritual objects.

Anyway, the answer should be revealed soon!

So although Cheng Buzheng was a little curious, he was not in a hurry.

soon!

The slender figure glanced around in front of Cheng Buzheng's booth, and said lightly:

"Fellow Daoist, how do you trade these pieces of spiritual material?"

While speaking, he stretched out his white fingers and pointed towards the five small wooden signs on the booth!

heard the words.

Cheng Buzheng looked in the direction the opponent pointed.

See here.

He was overjoyed in his heart, the spiritual objects marked on these small wooden plaques were just one of the few second-grade treasures of heaven and earth.

Big deal is coming!

He just didn't know whether the other party had the spiritual material he needed.

Cheng Buzheng suppressed the throbbing in his heart, glanced at the monk wearing a grimace mask, and said coldly:

"Only change the marked spirit!"

Language, concise and clear!

It seems that at this moment, Cheng Buzheng doesn't care that the other party will buy it!

The figure standing in front of the booth frowned involuntarily inside the mask, pondered for a moment, and said:

"Even if these spiritual materials are added up, the value of the spiritual materials is not as high as that marked by fellow daoists?"

I heard this.

Cheng Buzheng slowed down his hand movements, and listened to the other party's tone, could it be that he has all these spiritual materials?

Is this the 'chance from heaven'?

Originally, Cheng Buzheng thought that the opponent only had one or two types at most!

Unexpectedly, the result was beyond his expectation.

Immediately, Cheng Buzheng hurriedly said:

"Of course, the price difference will naturally be made up by my subordinates!"

heard the words.

In front of the booth, the thin monk wearing a ghost mask shook his head and said:

"Lingshi, needless to say!"

"Is there a proposal below?"

Cheng Buzheng knew that this proposal was definitely not good for him, but he didn't reject it directly!

The other party has so many spiritual materials and elixir that he needs, so it doesn't hurt to listen to it!

As long as it is within his tolerance, even if he suffers a little loss, he is willing to make a deal.

"Fellow Daoist has something to say, but is it okay to say it?"

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