Late at night, Xu Wen, who was practicing, suddenly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity.
Slowly withdrawing his power, feeling the much deeper mana in his body, he couldn't help but smile.
More than two months have passed since Qingfeng City was cleared of mortals. During this time, he has been practicing Qinghuang Gong hard and has made rapid progress, so he is naturally happy.
Of course, no matter how busy you are in practice, you cannot miss the Heavenly Eye Treasure Light Technique that happens once every nine days.
Although it is impossible to be like the Heaven-Building Root and Ice Pattern Water Candle every time, with the Heavenly Eye Baoguang Technique, there is no reason to return empty-handed.
He has accumulated a lot of spiritual stones these days, and there are many things to assist his cultivation. This is also the reason why he has made rapid progress these days.
It's time for the Heavenly Eye Treasure Light Technique that happens once every nine days, so naturally we can't waste the opportunity.
"If you gain anything this time, go and buy the talisman-making book from Zhou Yuncai."
Secretly hoping for a good harvest today, Xu Wen went straight to the ghost market.
As usual, he only cast the Heavenly Eye Treasure Light Technique after entering the ghost market for a few steps, and treasure lights suddenly rose from all directions.
Every time he saw these precious lights, even if he couldn't hold them all in his arms, he felt very happy, as if he was seeing his own treasure.
There are still a lot of treasures today. I don’t know why, but the items in the ghost market have obviously risen to a higher level.
However, not only did this not increase the chance of picking up leaks, it actually made every stall owner more precious about what they had in their hands, making it more difficult to pick up leaks.
After passing dozens of stalls, I still didn't find a good opportunity. Suddenly, a sound of bargaining came:
"This is a medium-grade magic weapon. There is an evil ghost sealed inside, and there are at least a hundred spirit stones!"
"The flagpole is about to break, the flag is tattered into cotton wool, and the kid is about to be wiped out. It may be scrapped after one use, with a maximum of 30 spirit stones!"
"80, I won't sell it for less than a dollar!"
"40, I won't give you an extra dollar!"
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Surrounded by more than a dozen people, a middle-aged man was arguing with the stall owner in front of a flag banner. The stall owner deliberately raised it, while the middle-aged man tried his best to lower it.
The flags looked very miserable. The surface of the flags could no longer be called "face", but was broken into strips.
The flagpole was even worse. It looked like it had been cut several times by something, and it was full of gaps. The largest gap had already penetrated the center line, and was just shy of splitting the flagpole into two.
Despite this, the vague brilliance still showed that this was a genuine magic weapon, not a deceptive thing like the Lengyue Orb.
After sweeping the flag, Xu Wen's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he turned his head sharply, rubbing his face several times to hide the surprise in his eyes.
In the Heavenly Eye Treasure Light Technique, a cyan treasure light suddenly floated above the flag.
For such a long time, Xu Wen had never seen a cyan treasure. This was at least a third-level treasure.
After instilling the mind, the Heavenly Eye Treasure Light Technique ended, and the cyan treasure light suddenly turned into a message:
If the Buddha's ghost flag is seriously damaged, the relics can be absorbed to repair the flagpole, and ghosts can be used to repair the flag flag.
A third-level magic weapon can already be called a magic weapon.
This kind of thing, even if it is about to be damaged, the final blow will be earth-shattering. It will definitely not be a loss to buy it, and this Buddha Refining Ghost Banner can still be repaired.
In an instant, Xu Wen made up his mind to get it no matter what.
At this time, the transaction between the two parties had reached the final moment. The stall owner refused to let go of fifty-five spiritual stones, but the middle-aged man could only give him fifty spiritual stones anyway.
Intermediate magic weapons are rare, even if they are damaged. Looking at the flag, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said loudly:
"Come on, use all your strength to control the kid inside once. As long as the flags don't continue to be damaged, I will take out the fifty-five spiritual stones!"
Many eyes immediately turned to the stall owner, and saw that he was holding the flag and flag in both hands, tightening and releasing it for a while, but did not move at all.
Most of the casual cultivators in the ghost market only have low-grade magic weapons, and medium-grade magic weapons are rarely seen. If there was no big problem, he would not sell the flag at all.
In fact, after getting the flag, he used it several times. It was indeed powerful, but every time he used it, the flag became more damaged.
He seriously doubted that the flag would be completely scrapped if used again, so he had to take it to the ghost market.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally did not dare to gamble and whispered:
"You want to test the magic weapon. After buying it, you can try it however you want. How can you let me try it!"
"cut!"
Seeing him like this, how could the people around him not know that there was something wrong, so they all booed and scattered.
The middle-aged man turned around and left without saying a word. Even the stall owner ignored him when he said, "I'll give you fifty spiritual stones."
Buying a medium-grade magic weapon with fifty spiritual stones is definitely a profit, but if it can only be used once, it will be a big loss and not worth it.
Xu Wen's heart was already in his throat, but he finally let it go.
It would definitely not work to go up and buy it now. It would only make people suspicious. Suppressing the eagerness in his heart, he followed the crowd and dispersed.
After turning around for a while, he turned back as if nothing had happened, pretending to see the flag banner for the first time, walked over and asked:
"Fellow Taoist, how do you sell this flag?"
After passing the previous place, the stall owner had given up hope of selling the flags. Unexpectedly, someone came to ask for the price, and he immediately said:
"This is a medium-grade magic weapon. Although it is somewhat damaged, it is still very powerful. All you need is fifty-five spirit stones!"
Smiling secretly in his heart, Xu Wen knew that the other party's psychological price had been greatly reduced, otherwise he would not have directly given the low level last time.
However, fifty-five spirit stones were still impossible, so he immediately said:
"How is that possible? This thing is so badly damaged. It might break after just a few uses. The maximum is thirty spirit stones. I won't give you one more!"
"No, no, this is a medium-grade magic weapon, at least fifty spiritual stones!"
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After some pulling and pulling, the deal was finally settled with forty-three spirit stones.
In fact, he could have lowered the price, but there was no need to add twists and turns because of a few spiritual stones in the long nights and many dreams.
He put away the flags and left the ghost market with the stall owner secretly looking at the victim. When there was no one around, he ran home.
After confirming that no one was there, he hurriedly came to the meditation room, slowly used his magic power, and began to worship the Buddha and make ghost flags.
The first is to expel the magic imprint left by the previous stall owner.
Because it was going to be sold, the magic imprint left by the stall owner inside was very weak, so this step was very easy, and it took a little effort to expel it completely.
Then comes the crucial step of leaving your own magic imprint.
Xu Wen originally thought that this would be a very difficult step. The third-level magic weapon was something he could not even imagine.
But the magic power just entered the flags, just like rainwater watering the long-dried land, it instantly penetrated deep into it.
The mana flows, goes straight into the flag surface along the flag pole, and then quickly returns to the body.
There was a soft "buzz" sound, and the Buddha's Ghost Refining Flag suddenly trembled slightly and automatically circled in Xu Wen's palm.
