After briefly looking at the three houses, Yang Ji did not move in immediately.
Instead, he turned around and left the courtyard.
With a thousand spirit stones in his possession, he finally got his first pot of gold. Although he didn't find any treasures on Tianshui Island, he saw a lot of good products at the stalls when he first came to Nanfeng City that day.
He decided to check it out again.
If you can find one or two treasures and double the thousand spirit stones in your hand, that would be the best thing.
Thinking like this, Yang Ji walked from the edge of the city to the center of the city. There was a main street here, which was extremely wide for ten cars traveling together.
The main street is the busiest, with endless prosperity and prosperity visible to the eye. The streets are bustling with people and traffic.
There are many shops on both sides of the avenue, and there are many stalls on the side, and the sounds of hawking can be heard one after another.
This is also the place where monks come and go the most, and there are no less than thirty of them at a glance.
Yang Ji liked this atmosphere very much and started looking along the stalls.
He asked about the "Silver Spirit Fruit Seeds" and "Fairy Spirit Peach Seedlings" that he had seen before.
But the sellers of these two rare treasures knew each other, so the price was very stable. One was for 1,500 spiritual stones, and the other was for 2,000 spiritual stones. They didn’t let up at all.
In desperation, Yang Ji had no choice but to turn to other stalls.
I also saw the old man selling deep-sea sunken rocks. He was the most outrageous.
The sunken stone looked like an extraordinary ore on the surface, but he actually bit down on the three thousand spirit stones without letting go, and he was still certain that it was the black iron ore.
It’s true that ignorance is not scary, but I’m afraid that ignorance has a high price.
Yang Ji watched as the old man used his low-grade magic weapon to chop down heavy stones from time to time. Sparks flew and banged, which attracted many monks for a while.
If it were really split open with an ax and the inside exposed, I wonder what he would think. I guess my face would be straightened out on the spot.
Yang Ji shook his head, smiled, looked away, and turned to other stalls.
"Fellow Taoist, would you like to see the magic talisman?" Seeing Yang Ji's gaze, a kind-hearted old monk immediately smiled at him.
"What kind of talismans are there? What grade?" Yang Ji squatted down and asked.
"I only have the primary and intermediate fire dragon talisman here, which is drawn with the blood of the sixth-level flame snake and my fire attribute spiritual power. Once cast, the talisman will turn into a several-foot-long flaming snake and pounce fiercely. , it is so powerful that one talisman can seriously injure a sixth-level monster. One talisman contains seventy spirit stones, no negotiation, how about two from fellow Taoist?" the old man said slowly.
Yang Ji looked at the looming fire on the surface of the talisman, and the rich spiritual energy. It was a genuine primary and middle-level talisman.
After obtaining the old man's consent, he reached for the magic talisman and prepared to examine it carefully.
As soon as he took hold of the spiritual talisman, he felt a warmth.
The seemingly thin spiritual talisman was extremely tight, as if a level six flame snake was sealed inside. He could feel the huge spiritual energy contained in it flowing slowly.
These talisman seals can indeed cause certain damage to level four to level six monsters, but they are not fatal. Selling seventy-one pieces is really expensive.
But the old man looked calm and calm, and he set the price, obviously not worried about selling.
Yang Ji couldn't help but sigh. This talisman seal master is really powerful. He can easily draw a talisman paper worth several spiritual stones and sell it for a high price of 70 yuan. It is indeed a more profitable business among the various arts of cultivation.
At this moment, he couldn't help but wonder, should he buy some books on talismans and seal scripts in the future and learn to draw them himself?
"Fellow Taoist, would you like two?" The old man couldn't help but smile warmly when he saw Yang Ji staring at the magic talismans.
Yang Ji shook his head and put down the talisman.
Spiritual talismans are still too luxurious for him now. A thousand spiritual stones are not enough for him to throw away at will. He needs to be careful and use them on the blade that is most useful to him at the moment.
After smiling at the old man, Yang Ji stood up and turned to other stalls.
I saw many strange objects at various stalls, but which of the monks present was not a human being? He has lived longer than Yang Ji and has more knowledge than him. It is really difficult to find treasures.
Yang Ji visited every stall, but found nothing suitable to sell, which was really a pity.
Just when he was about to leave, his eyes inadvertently spotted a young man. He had just sat down, spread out the stall, and took out a few bottles of elixirs.
Pill?
Yang Ji's heart moved, and he immediately walked up to the young man and asked with a smile:
"Fellow Taoist, what kind of elixirs are in the five bottles in front of you?"
The young man had fair skin and pink skin, and looked carefree. When he saw that guests came to inquire as soon as he sat down, he looked at Yang Ji with interest, pointed at the bottles and introduced:
"Fellow Taoist, the first four bottles are filled with elixirs for improving your cultivation. They are Linghua Dan, Lingqi Dan, Huanglong Dan, and Peiyuan Dan. Among them, the Spiritual Hua Dan is the best and is of the highest quality. A low-grade elixir. As for the bottle at the back, it contains a meditation elixir that can quickly bring people into a state of tranquility."
Listening to this childish voice, many monks cast curious glances.
Perhaps thinking that the young man looked young, inexperienced and easy to fool, many monks gathered around him at that moment.
"Little friend, how many spiritual stones does this Linghua Pill cost?" A middle-aged monk asked casually.
"A bottle of five hundred spirit stones contains five pills." The young man replied with a smile.
"Five hundred spiritual stones per bottle? Isn't this too expensive?"
The middle-aged monk who asked the question found something wrong with his words, deliberately lowered his face, frowned and said,
"This Hualing Pill is only a low-grade spiritual pill. It is worth at most two hundred spiritual stones a bottle, but you asked for five hundred. Didn't your parents tell you when you went out?"
The middle-aged monk's eyes were filled with a faint gaze, like an elder's accusation, with such force that an ordinary young man would hesitate and think that he was wrong.
But the boy in front of him, who was only about ten years old, said with a normal expression:
"There are also low-grade elixirs that cost two hundred spiritual stones in one bottle. No, it's the Huanglong Pill and the Peiyuan Pill." He pointed at the two small porcelain bottles in front of him and said.
"They are all low-grade elixirs, why is the price gap so big?" the middle-aged monk said with a straight face.
"Yes, why is the gap so big? Did you remember it wrong, little kid?" The onlookers monks who wanted to gain benefits from it also echoed in a strong voice, which had the meaning of gathering a crowd to crusade.
"My master said that this bottle of Linghua Pill is of high quality, contains less impurities, and has excellent efficacy."
"As for Huanglong Pill and Peiyuan Pill, although they are also low-grade elixirs, their quality is only inferior and contains many impurities."
"If you don't believe it, just open it and you will know."
The young man's expression did not change and he said honestly.
"A low-grade elixir of high quality? You are young, but you have learned how to trick people?" The middle-aged monk scolded lightly, picked up the elixir bottle, and took off the cork with disdain.
As soon as he smelled it, a strange color flashed through his eyes that was not easily detectable by ordinary people. He raised his eyes and glanced at the young man, then put his eyes into the bottle and looked at it carefully.
After three breaths, he frowned slightly and said:
"The fragrance of the elixir is indeed strong, and the medicinal power is probably preserved very well. But to say that it is of high quality, I think it is still inferior. There are still some impurities in it. It is of medium quality at most."
