Seeing everyone's eyes gathered around him, the man's expression behind the mask revealed a hint of pride. He then pulled out a blank drawing with his left hand. His right hand operated with spiritual power. The ink pen was filled with gray mist in his hand. In just a moment, a low-quality wooden thorn magic talisman paper was completed!
"The quality of the talisman pen made of century-old weasel tail hair should be at the eighth level, right? Otherwise, it would be impossible to quickly complete the engraving of a talisman." A monk wearing a wild boar mask said, very quickly Obviously, he is a person who knows how to make spells.
"Eighth grade talisman pen?"
"With it, if we find dozens of books to practice with, maybe we can also become a Talisman Maker!" Several monks who were relatively close to each other suddenly began to discuss quietly in the room.
"Looks pretty good..."
"You must not think that making a talisman is a very simple matter. In fact, this Taoist friend has already dipped it in spiritual ink beforehand, so that he can draw it so smoothly. I wonder if what I am saying is correct?"
From a position closer to the people who were discussing, someone suddenly spoke.
"That's right." The black bear mask monk didn't think he could hide it from everyone present, and admitted openly: "Since some Taoist friends who know the goods have noticed it, I won't give it to you. This thing is an eighth-grade item. The Talisman Making Pen can produce the highest quality Talisman Compilation in the Qi Refining Stage. If you want to practice and become a Talisman Maker, you can give it a try."
Seeing that no one came forward to test it, he immediately said: "This item is exchanged for three Qi Refining Stage pills to improve cultivation. As for what level, everyone should know, so I won't say it here."
"Fellow Taoist, I don't have what you are talking about. I wonder if Lingshi can accept it?"
The wild boar monk who first mentioned the name of this thing asked.
"Only exchange for pills that can improve your cultivation." The black bear mask monk's attitude was very firm.
Hearing what he said, several monks who were originally interested in this talisman pen seemed to have been calmed down by a bucket of cold water, and sat motionless on their chairs.
It is true that what he wants is too rare, and elixirs that can improve cultivation are not even available. If anyone has such a good thing, he has already taken it. How can he trade it?
Chen Mo also felt that this person was too stubborn and sighed secretly in his heart, fearing that it would be difficult to close this deal.
As we all know, if a cultivator wants to improve his realm, the most important factor is his own qualifications, so that he can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth quickly and circulate it quickly. The second is the geographical location of cultivation. If you practice in a place with strong spiritual energy, you will get twice the result with half the effort. These are also two important reasons why sect disciples are ahead of casual cultivators.
There is another factor that affects the cultivation gap between ordinary disciples and elite disciples, and that is the pill that improves cultivation. Taking one pill is enough to offset several years of hard work. It is perfect for breaking through bottlenecks.
During the three years of alchemy at the Tianding Chamber of Commerce, Chen Mo knew all about the best-selling elixirs during the Qi refining period. The best-selling ones were the Huiyuan elixirs that speed up the absorption of spiritual energy, followed by some healing elixirs.
As for the elixir for improving one's cultivation mentioned by the black bear mask monk, Chen Mo had only seen it once. It was made by a mid-level alchemist from the Chamber of Commerce and sold for as much as three thousand spiritual stones, but it frightened him.
"The eighth-grade talisman pen is equivalent to the value of half an eighth-grade alchemy furnace, which is about four thousand spirit stones at most. It is impossible for this person to exchange for three pills..." Chen Mo thought to himself.
Seeing that no one responded, the black bear mask monk looked around in disappointment at the thirty or so people present, and said anxiously: "Do you fellow Taoists think that I need too many pills? Then I will take a step back, who wants to have two pills?" The elixir for improving one’s cultivation, I accept that I have suffered a little loss.”
Still no one answered.
The monk wearing the wild boar mask at the beginning has not given up on the idea of this pen: "Three thousand and five hundred spiritual stones, if fellow Taoist agrees, we can trade it now."
"Sorry, no."
The black bear mask monk sighed softly, and immediately put the talisman pen back into the storage bag. Just as he was about to return to his original position, the foundation building monk sitting on the main seat suddenly threw him a square box and said calmly: "This is my old man." The only two pills left may not be of good quality, so you should take a look first."
The latter quickly opened the box with surprise and joy, and closed it with a "snap" sound. "Thank you, senior!" He handed the talisman-making pen to the foundation-building monk respectfully, and returned to his seat with an expression on his face. I am very satisfied, it seems that I got my favorite item.
"continue."
The old man didn't need to say anything else. The female cultivator in a light pink dress who was sitting behind the Black Bear cultivator stood up, walked gracefully to the center of the room, and bowed to the surrounding cultivators.
Although she was wearing a mask and couldn't see her true face, the plump figure she showed along the way made many male monks present secretly swallow their saliva. The eyes looking at this woman seemed to be admiring a priceless work of art. .
"The little girl has a flute magic weapon that has not yet been refined. When played during the battle, it can disturb the enemy's thoughts and increase the attack strength of teammates. If you don't mind, let the little girl show it to you?" The female cultivator in pink skirt did not panic. Busy leisurely said.
A monk took the lead in cheering and applauding, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became lively. The female monk didn't say much, took out her silver flute and started playing. The clear and graceful melody was like raindrops, nourishing the spirits of the monks present.
Chen Mo frowned and felt that the flow of spiritual power in his body had also accelerated by about half a percent. Not only him, but many monks in the room had expressions of surprise and admiration.
At the end of the song, the female cultivator in pink skirt also quoted the price. She just wanted to exchange the spiritual stone, which made the transaction much easier. After some bargaining, she reached a deal with another female cultivator wearing a deer mask.
After that, another monk came over: "What I took out is a small piece of thousand-year black iron. This thing..."
With the exchange process of the previous few people, even the newcomers can understand the doorway. In this way, a secret transaction will proceed smoothly.
What everyone brought out was something that had never been found on the street stalls outside. Take the magic weapon as an example. The middle-grade magic weapon is universal from the fifth to the twelfth level of Qi Refining, while the high-grade magic weapon is something that is also longed for in the foundation building stage. Between the twelfth level of Qi refining and the Great Perfection, there is a magic weapon gap period.
The quality of some magic weapons cannot be called top-grade, but their power is not comparable to that of mid-grade magic weapons, so they are called sub-high-grade magic weapons, somewhat similar to the flute used by the female cultivator in pink skirt before.
There is a watershed between the eleventh level of Qi refining and the tenth level of Qi refining. It can also be said that monks have never experienced the difference of marrow cleansing. It is obvious that everyone here has either taken the Fate Defying Pill or has had marrow cleansing. The exceptions are all elites among casual cultivators, so the items in their hands are naturally not too bad.
Of course, older monks are the main component, and Chen Mo also saw that cultivators in their fifties and sixties make up the majority.
After the person in front finished, it was Chen Mo's turn at the end.
He quickly stepped forward and took out the madman's nine flying knives: "The next high-grade magic weapon will be exchanged for a hundred mid-grade talismans."
None of the cultivators are newbies, so it is almost impossible to make mistakes here.
"Fellow Taoist, your flying knives are divided into priorities. Can you let me take a look?" A monk's eyes lit up and he immediately said.
Chen Mo motioned to the man to come over. After some investigation, he asked what talisman he wanted.
Chen Mo had no rope, so he naturally wanted to find other ways to slow down the enemy. It would be best to use some spells such as silt, stagnation, and swamp, which were quick and convenient to use.
The monk was also a neat person. He took out a large stack of talismans and said, "Deal!" He excitedly returned to his seat with the throwing knife.
Just when the foundation-building monk thought that the exchange meeting was about to end, Chen Mo took out another item from the storage bag. In an instant, all the monks around him had greedy expressions on their faces, and they had no intention of taking it for themselves. Show it in disguise!
"A truly top-grade magic weapon!!"
The Foundation Establishment cultivator sitting in the main seat flashed, this was the first time he was interested!
"This thing lacks the formula to activate it. I don't know how to use it specifically. It can be regarded as an incomplete high-grade magic weapon. This thing should be replaced with a secret book." Chen Mo said calmly.
"It turned out to be something that is not useful..."
"It's useless!" A monk said regretfully: "If you use partial secret methods to force it, you can only use half of your strength at most..."
More monks shook their heads.
Chen Mo scanned everyone's reactions and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. No one even asked for the secret book. It seemed that this high-grade magic weapon could not be sold.
"Fellow Taoist, please leave a message later."
A special voice came from Chen Mo's ear. The latter looked solemnly and looked at the only foundation-building monk here. He was the only one who could communicate through sound. Could it be that he had taken a fancy to this magic weapon?
Later, everyone had another exchange. Maybe they still had questions about the price, so they communicated with each other again. The foundation-building monk announced that the secret exchange meeting was over, and the monks left along the secret passage of Tianhefang. , Chen Mo circled around and came back halfway. Sure enough, he was still waiting there.
"Senior, do you want to trade this green gourd with junior?" Chen Mo said with a cupped hand: "Time is a little tight, a few friends are still waiting for junior to go back."
Chen Mo told him in a very subtle way that it was best not to take advantage of others because someone knew his whereabouts.
The foundation-building monk took off his tiger mask and revealed his true face. She turned out to be a middle-aged woman. Chen Mo was dumbfounded. He had heard her voice sounded like a deep old man before, but he didn't expect...
"What secret book do you want? Let me tell you first. Although my cultivation level is higher than yours, I won't bully the small ones. You can rest assured." The middle-aged woman said calmly.
Chen Mo said: "Senior, are you proficient in escape techniques? This junior wants this kind of classics."
If she said no, Chen Mo would switch to a melee martial art book and be prepared.
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