As time goes by, more and more cultivators come to participate in the night market.
When Chen Mo finished eating the kebabs and returned to the main street, a dense crowd had already blocked the street.
"It's so crowded..."
"Don't push me from behind! How can I walk if I don't walk from the front?"
Among the crowd, an angry monk shouted angrily towards the back.
A bald man yelled angrily: "Oh my God! What kind of dirty guy is touching my butt? You are touching me wrong! Take your hand away right now!"
As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of laughter. Some female monks crowded into the crowd were so frightened that they quickly protected their private parts to avoid being molested by the gangsters among them.
Chen Mo shook his head. He didn't want to take part in it and just wander around and then it would be done. For him, finding body refining secrets and suitable spell books were what he urgently needed.
However, he obviously overestimated the goods of the stall owners in the market. After half an hour, all he saw were ordinary books, which were of no use to him now.
After walking forward for a while, suddenly a large number of people gathered under the bronze street lamp not far away, and there was a lively discussion. Chen Mo quickly walked over to watch out of curiosity.
The person who set up the stall was a female monk wearing a curtain hat. She was sitting calmly on a small bamboo stool in front of the stall. The thick veil obscured her appearance, and people nearby also inferred that she was a female nun based on her dress and voice.
There were not many things on the stall, only seven smooth and white soft stones. Under the illumination of the bronze street lamp, there were faint signs of beating life inside.
Among the crowd of onlookers, there was a big man with a beard who was nearest. He watched for a while, and then he boldly reached out to touch these white soft stones, but was hit by the bamboo board with a "snap" sound from the female cultivator's extremely fast hand. The back of the hand.
The latter suddenly felt pain and hurriedly retracted his hand, looking at her angrily. This scene made everyone around him unable to hold back their laughter.
"Don't touch it if you don't want to buy it!" the female cultivator said coldly.
The big man with beard said angrily: "You little bitch! How can you know what it is without touching me! Do you think I have X-ray eyes?"
The female nun wearing a hood said: "Eggs of fireflies, one hundred spiritual stones. Pay the spiritual stones first and then take it."
Even if the monks onlookers didn't know what it was, they immediately took a breath when they heard the price. Not only is it expensive? Simply too expensive!
"Firefly? Is it a firefly?" Some monks who didn't understand the market asked casually.
"Are you stupid or is the stall owner stupid?" A short monk who was also watching the crowd said angrily: "Will you buy the fireflies if I sell them to you? Fireflies are spiritual insects in the middle stage of Qi refining, and their individual attacks are fierce. They are some of the more difficult special insects among monsters!"
"I thought I was the only one who understood, but I didn't expect that this place is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. This fellow Taoist said it right. If there are three or two fireflies, everyone can easily deal with them, but if forty or fifty of them are dispatched at the same time, Qi Refining Twelve The monks on the upper level should also stay away!"
"So this is ah....."
"Thank you fellow Taoist for clarifying my doubts!"
At that moment, someone said thanks from a distance, while the female cultivator wearing a curtain and hat had been quietly listening to everyone's conversation without refuting. It seemed that everything they said was right.
Chen Mo, who had squeezed into the front row, suddenly asked: "Since this insect is so powerful, why don't you, fellow Taoist, keep it and use it yourself?"
The female nun replied: "It is too cumbersome to feed this insect. I don't have extra time to take care of it, so I sell it at a low price."
His explanation eliminated many people's doubts. Among the more than 20 monks who were watching, two young monks immediately started to make a move. Even a fool could see their desire to buy.
"I think it would be better for this fellow Taoist to tell the whole story!"
A sudden word came from behind everyone, and the cultivators all turned around. A handsome young man with a kind face walked towards them, holding a folding fan and smiling like a spring breeze. This man has his own aura, and wherever he goes, everyone subconsciously makes way for him.
"He is from the Lan family!" A monk's eyes rested on the jade pendant around his waist, and his eyes suddenly froze.
"Lan Family?! Are you talking about the Lan Family, which is known as the strongest family of casual cultivators in Qi State in the past century?"
"How can he be here?"
"Beihuang County is really full of experts now. Not long ago I saw the eldest grandson of the Wei Kingdom, and now I see another genius!"
...
Everyone was discussing in low voices. Chen Mo also pretended to lower his head in admiration, but he was thinking in his heart that the family of casual cultivators in the Seven Kingdoms really has a deep heritage. In addition to handsome men, there are also beautiful beauties. In just over half a century, In the past month, he has already met three young masters from aristocratic cultivating families.
The Zheng family of Chu State, the Gao family of Qin State, and now the Lan family of Qi State, and none of the younger generations of these three is simple-minded.
The tilt in resources makes them more experienced and smarter than the casual cultivators from poor backgrounds. Unless they are useless people who cannot hold up the wall, it is really not an easy task to deal with them.
"Xialan is repairing cultivation. I have met all of you fellow Taoists!"
Young Master Pianpian put away the folding fan, bowed to everyone, and said politely.
"I've seen Mr. Lan..."
"Young Master Lan, you're welcome!"
Lan Fuxiu smiled with satisfaction, seeming to like this scene very much, and immediately said to the female cultivator running the stall: "Why didn't the girl tell you about the shortcomings of fireflies? Are you trying to deceive all of your colleagues about their spiritual stones?"
The female cultivator wearing a hood snorted coldly and said nothing.
Someone in the crowd of onlookers said: "Master Lan, what exactly are the disadvantages? Can you explain it in detail?"
"Yes, let me and my colleagues understand it!"
"that is......"
When Lan Fuxiu saw that Guanzi was almost sold, he cleared his throat and said loudly: "Fellow Taoists! Don't be fooled by the powerful combat power of fireflies. Indeed, as the previous Taoist friend said, the four Fifty fireflies acting together will cause huge trouble to high-level Qi Refining monks..."
"But don't forget, everyone! This spirit insect needs to be driven by divine consciousness! A monk at the tenth level of Qi Refining can only control two or three at the same time. They can be used to deal with enemies of the same level without posing a threat. It is overqualified for dealing with low-level monks. Do you think this is a useless thing?"
"Oh, that's it! This little girl is really cunning..."
"This is too deceptive! Profiteer, luckily we didn't buy it!"
"Alas! Thank you fellow Taoist Lan for your advice, otherwise we two brothers would have almost gotten into trouble!" The two casual cultivators who were preparing to buy sighed, clasped their fists at Lan Fuxiu and praised him.
Lan Fuxiu walked over with a smile and patted the two of them on their arms: "It's a small matter."
Chen Mo silently observed from the sidelines that everyone has a purpose in doing something. On the surface, Lan Xiuxiu has created a good image for everyone, but in fact, this is a good reputation that will facilitate his future walking.
And what he did was tantamount to cutting off the female cultivator's financial resources. After he said this, he believed that no one would buy her eggs anymore, and the price was not cheap.
"Then does he want to buy it..."
Chen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and secretly considered the possibility of this matter. After all, without a competitor, how could he successfully win it!
If this is the case, Chen Mo speculates that this young monk from the Lan family may have very profound attainments in spiritual consciousness.
"Just try it out and you'll find out!"
Chen Mo made up his mind and suddenly took out 700 spiritual stones from his storage bag and threw them to the female cultivator. He said calmly in the shocked eyes: "I want them all!"
In fact, he is indeed very interested in these spiritual insects. Even if he can't control so many, just a few of them can be regarded as another trump card for him to carry out a sneak attack.
"Hey, fellow Taoist, didn't you hear what Young Master Lan said?! You can't control so many spiritual insects, so get back quickly!" A kind-hearted monk persuaded Chen Mo.
The female cultivator wearing a curtain hat was also a little shocked. Unexpectedly, Lan Fuxiu actually helped her. For fear of Chen Mo going back on his word, he directly wrapped the seven insect eggs together in blue cloth and threw them to Chen Mo: "It's yours." !” He quickly left immediately!
Lan Fuxiu came over with a regretful expression, flicked his right hand towards Chen Mo without leaving any trace, and said, "It seems that this brother has other plans, so I won't say anything else." After a pause, he He continued to look around at the other cultivators: "There will be a martial arts competition tomorrow. Everyone, please rest early!"
After saying a few more beautiful words, Lan Fuxiu left the street and didn't know where he went. As soon as the stall was withdrawn, the crowd that had just gathered around dispersed like frightened birds and beasts.
After Chen Mo bought the insect eggs, he walked decisively towards a remote street, away from the bustling crowd. Firstly, he wanted to avoid the jealous casual cultivators who might see him holding out the Seven Hundred Spirit Stones. Secondly...
"Fellow Daoist Lan, we meet again."
After a stick of incense, at a certain street corner, as Chen Mo expected, the two met again.
"What do you want?" Lan Fuxiu said in a gloomy tone.
I thought I could get a big deal, not only attacking the female cultivator, but also buying insect eggs at a low price, but I didn't want to be cut off first! If Lan Fuxiu's gaze could kill, Chen Mo's body would have been riddled with holes.
Chen Mo said calmly: "Fellow Taoist, first of all, you need to know that I am not that female cultivator. I don't need these eggs. Even if you don't need them, I can use them for myself."
Lan Fuxiu said: "I can take these eggs or not. If you go too far, I would rather give them up!"
"Haha, is that so?" A sarcastic smile appeared on Chen Mo's lips: "A thousand spiritual stones, if you agree, pay the price!"
"Okay, give me the eggs!"
Lan Xiuxiu threw a storage bag in the middle of the two people with spiritual control, and Chen Mo did the same. Then the two exchanged items. If anyone wanted to change their minds during this period, there would be a mana fluctuation in an instant.
Neither of them wanted to offend the Beihuang County guards, so the transaction went smoothly.
"Your Excellency, this time Lan admits defeat! You'd better pray that you don't meet Lan when you leave the city, otherwise no one can predict what will happen..." Lan Fuxiu said in a sinister tone.
The cultivation of the twelfth level of Qi Refining surged out, and the threatening intention in his words was already obvious.
"You're right, no one can predict it." Chen Mo nodded. He had killed two monks at the twelfth level of Qi Refining and agreed with Lan Fuxiu's words.
The two of them left the place immediately. Chen Mo earned three hundred spirit stones in just a short period of time, and he was extremely happy.
"I wanted to exchange him for a magic weapon, but I'm worried that he might do something bad, so it would be more reliable to exchange for a spiritual stone." Chen Mo thought secretly in his heart. In this way, the low-grade spiritual stone in his hand reached three thousand. number.
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