Fang Cheng got up and settled down, tidied up his appearance, and walked into the light door.
In an instant, the world changed.
Yellow sand is coming!
Looking up, the yellow sand is endless.
A light gate floats alone in the sky!
Fang Cheng walked out of the light door and hurriedly activated the magic formula. A cloud of light appeared under his feet, holding him up.
Looking around, there was a large gray fog lingering in the desert in the distance, and mysterious and inexplicable spatial fluctuations came from it.
Although this place is a desert, the richness of spiritual energy far exceeds that of Yinluo Zongfang City, and is the only one that Fang Cheng has ever seen in his life!
Beside him, an hourglass composed purely of spiritual light hung motionless.
In the hourglass, "sand" composed of shimmering light slowly flows down.
It means that he only has one hour!
Fang Cheng's heart moved and he flew towards the gray mist.
This piece of gray mist covers an area of ten miles in radius and is over a hundred feet high. It is thick and rolling, emitting mighty spatial fluctuations.
And outside the gray fog, there stood a tall stone tablet with two words written on it - Ghost Market!
When Fang Cheng got this unexpected encounter, he didn't think much and plunged straight into the gray fog.
After Yuemo walked a few feet in the gray fog, his eyes suddenly opened up, and a market in the desert appeared in front of him.
There are various stalls in the market, and the bustling crowds shuttle among the stalls, making it very lively.
But... Fangcheng is incompatible with this place!
I don’t know what race the people in front of me are. They are all about 10 feet tall, burly and strong, wearing clothes made of animal skins. Their energy and blood are soaring into the sky, and their bodies are extremely powerful.
If their bronze skin is dyed green, they can directly play the Hulk in previous movies and TV shows.
Fang Cheng stood outside the market, feeling like a thin child feeling a powerful force of oppression.
Fortunately, although these giants looked at him with curiosity, they were not surprised and ignored him.
Fang Cheng bravely walked into the market and curiously looked at the items sold at the stalls.
The corpses of ferocious beasts several feet in size, powerful herbs, golden ores, ancient stone tools, blazing spiritual flames...
It's like walking into a treasure house. Various treasures containing powerful spiritual energy emit amazing energy, impacting Fang Cheng's body and soul!
In another stall, a stall owner used a secret method to reduce the corpses of dozens of ferocious beasts to the size of a fist, and placed them in a small pile. The spirit patterns on the corpses of the ferocious beasts shone brightly, but the terrifying energy they emitted fluctuated. Fang Cheng almost fainted.
The stall owner didn't even look at him. Fang Cheng felt like an ant passing by someone else's stall...
He calmed down his pounding heart, knowing that he was pressed for time, so he walked to a remote part of the market and looked for the goods on the stalls that looked more "ordinary" and didn't have such strong Qi.
"Alien?"
A stall owner stopped Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng turned around and saw the stall owner sitting on the head of a ferocious beast with a golden sword. His green-gold blood fell to the ground and solidified into a large pool of sand.
There were two large baskets randomly placed in front of the stall owner. In the baskets were strange spiritual fruits the size of washbasins. The skin of the spiritual fruits was almost transparent, allowing people to see clearly the juice, pulp and core inside the fruit at a glance.
Runes the size of rice grains flicker and swim in the fruit, which is very magical.
Fang Cheng stopped and felt a refreshing fruity fragrance coming to his nose. The energy and blood in his body glowed with vitality, and his heartbeat became stronger.
"Call me?" Fang Cheng looked at the stall owner.
The stall owner is a middle-aged giant, shirtless, wearing a leather skirt, and covered with tattoos.
He said with a smile: "Iren, do you want to buy some spiritual fruits?"
Fang Cheng took a look at the strange spiritual fruit and asked, "How can I sell this spiritual fruit?"
The stall owner raised three fingers and said, "Three hundred coins each."
"Spiritual money?" Fang Cheng was startled. Don't we need spiritual stones here?
The stall owner glanced at him curiously and said with a smile, "Yiren, is this your first time here?"
Fang Cheng nodded and asked tentatively: "How many strangers are there like me?"
The stall owner shook his head and said: "Not much, but you always get a lot of weird things when you come here. Since you don't have spiritual money, let's barter!"
The stall owner leaned down, moved his nose, and said, "I smell the smell of wine on you."
The nose is really smart...
Fang Cheng thought to himself, took out the jar of Drunken Immortal Brew from the storage bag, opened the seal, and a scent of wine suddenly spread out.
Several other stall owners nearby also cast their eyes curiously at this place.
This wine was the Zuixian Brewing he had brewed for the Feng family. There were twenty jars in total. He kept one jar for himself to use as ration wine. Unexpectedly, it was used here today.
The stall owner smelled it, frowned and said, "The aroma is okay, but the alcohol is too weak, as light as water!"
Fang Cheng smiled awkwardly. The materials he used to make wine were all first-level and low-grade, and the spiritual energy contained in the wine was far less than what was sold in the market.
He frowned slightly, and was just thinking of some words to promote his Drunken Immortal Wine, when the stall owner said, "Do you have a recipe for this wine? I can buy it."
Fang Cheng nodded and said, "What's your price?"
The stall owner showed a shrewd smile on his face and said: "Your wine recipe is only of reference value to me and is not of great value. I can buy it for two hundred lings."
Fang Cheng collected the Drunk Immortal Brew and muttered, "I'll go to other places first."
The stall owner chuckled and said, "Yiren, in this ghost market, I am the only soul clan who is good at making wine. Others may not be able to give you this price, but if you don't believe it, you can go and ask yourself."
Fang Cheng naturally didn't believe it.
He smiled and said: "This is my first time here, so I want to take a look again. After gaining more knowledge, I will come back to you."
The stall owner waved his hand to express his favor.
Fang Cheng took note of the stall owner's appearance, and then continued shopping.
It turns out that the giants here are called Soul Clan...
While he was thinking about what else he had on him that could be sold for money, he asked around if he would accept a prescription for alcohol.
Most of the soul stall owners were not interested. A few wanted to buy it, but the price was very low, less than one hundred spiritual coins.
Fang Cheng took out the spiritual stone again and asked if he could exchange the spiritual stone for spiritual money, and then he was laughed at...
The spiritual energy contained in low-grade spiritual stones is too thin, and the giants of the soul race cannot appreciate it at all.
He also tried to promote his nameless Gu technique, Qingxuan sword technique, and many secret techniques he got from the old Taoist.
The result is still hitting a wall everywhere!
Soul Clan monks mainly focus on body training and do not pay attention to Qi refining techniques at all, not to mention that the quality of these techniques in Fang Cheng's hands is really too low.
He does have three high-level techniques, but they are restricted by the inner demon oath and cannot be revealed here.
In the end, I had no choice but to return to the stall owner from the beginning.
