Not long after, Yun Miao's name spread among the monks participating in the second round of the arena competition in Baihua City.
"Did you hear that a profiteer monk came out of Fangshi? Yesterday I went to buy spiritual talismans. The second-grade spiritual talisman only cost 100 spiritual stones per piece, but today the price has increased to 250 spiritual stones per piece. .”
"Who says it's not? Fortunately, I went early. I bought it for 150 spiritual stones. Who told me that all the talismans in Baihua City have been sold out, and even the treasure pavilion is out of stock, so I have to buy it if it's expensive. When we get into the ring, everyone has talismans to defend themselves, but I don’t, so I will definitely be eliminated.”
"It's true. I also bought less. The price has increased today and it may be more expensive tomorrow. I'd better buy a few more for self-defense."
"I'll go too."
So many monks who had not yet had their turn in the competition went to Yun Miao to buy spiritual talismans. Unexpectedly, Yun Miao was not there and all the stalls were gone.
It's not that the Yunmiao Talisman is sold out. After all, it's enough for her to go back and draw some without her.
With such a good opportunity to earn spiritual stones, how could she miss it.
But she has to compete today.
Standing in the ring, Yun Miao was still regretting how many less spiritual stones he would earn this day.
The battle would end soon, and she would go on to set up a stall.
I looked outside the ring and thought, well, you can actually set up a stall here, and the sales will definitely be better.
My mind is wandering, the attack has come.
Yun Miao drew out the fire snake whip to deal with it.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he dodged it, an explosive fire talisman rushed towards him.
The Explosive Fire Talisman is an advanced version of the Fire Control Talisman and is more powerful.
This... why does it look so familiar?
Yun Miao realized, wasn't this the talisman she drew herself?
Unexpectedly, it was used on myself.
"Hahaha." In the sea of consciousness, Feng Wu laughed at her: "You are shooting yourself in the foot."
Yun Miao threw out a yellow sand talisman, covering the fire.
Then he snorted coldly in the sea of consciousness: "How could I hit my own foot? Don't forget, I drew these talismans myself. I have more in my own storage bag, and the energy is completely consumed, and they are returned to me." The talismans are advertised, just watch. After the competition, more people will come to me to buy talismans."
In the arena, everyone began to bombard them with talismans, trying to save their energy.
There was chaos all of a sudden, with all kinds of magic including metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
Under such circumstances, Yun Miao certainly would not stupidly keep the talisman and not use it. He also smashed the talisman and finally passed the level smoothly.
Those monks who fell off the ring were upset: "If I had known earlier, I should have bought more talismans so that I would not lose."
The winning monk looked happy and said: "Fortunately, I bought a few more talismans, otherwise I would have lost this time. I have to buy a few more talismans."
After hearing these remarks, Yun Miao got down from the ring just after winning the second round of competition, took out his booth, and sat back.
Use spiritual energy to diffuse the voice: "They are selling talismans. Don't miss them when you pass by. One more talisman will increase your chances of passing the ring. One less talisman will be the next one to fall off the ring."
The other monks who had not competed yet also saw the scene on the ring. The monks who bought the talisman indeed won more than those who did not.
They came up one after another.
"Fairy, how did you sell this talisman?"
"Authentic second-grade spiritual talisman, metal, wood, water, fire and earth, attack and defense are up to you, you can choose, five hundred pieces of spiritual stone, no child can be deceived."
"Five hundred?" The monks who asked took a breath of air. This price increased ten times from the previous price.
Yun Miao said with a dark heart: "There will be a competition in the arena soon. Five hundred spirit stones will buy you through the competition. Do you still think it is expensive?"
When the monk heard this, he realized that it was indeed not expensive if calculated this way.
But buying one talisman is useless. Buying ten or twenty talismans adds up to a lot of money.
Some monks are still hesitant, but there are also wealthy monks who don't care.
He directly threw a storage bag to Yun Miao: "There are fifty thousand spirit stones in it, give me a hundred."
"Okay." Yun Miao smiled so sincerely that she almost grinned behind her ears: "Here are your hundred second-grade talismans. Thank you for your patronage. Come back next time!"
"hiss!"
The monks who were watching took a breath. One hundred second-grade spiritual talismans were put on the ring, and they could be smashed to pass the level.
If there was no defensive talisman, he would be knocked off the ring in one confrontation.
"Fairy, bring me five talismans."
"I want ten."
"I want ten, too."
Yun Miao looked at this wave of voices and immediately comforted him: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, take your time one by one, everything will be covered."
At this time, Yun Miao was glad that because she was busy practicing, she didn't sell the talismans she had drawn before, but put them in her storage bag. No, she had saved up and now sold them at a good price.
After the talismans at Yunmiao's stall were sold out, she took out a bunch more.
And so on.
…
"What's going on over there?"
The Jindan monk who was in charge of the competition in the six sects' arena frowned as he looked at Yun Miao's stall.
The Sixth Sect disciple who had been standing by the side replied: "Master Qinghong, a female cultivator is selling talismans here."
"This is a competition arena. Anyone who is allowed to sell talismans here will be chased away."
Master Qinghong's tone was unkind, and his elongated donkey face was rare and ugly in the world of immortality.
"Yes." The disciple agreed.
At this moment, a foundation-building cultivator, his hair all disheveled, was holding the talisman he finally grabbed with a look of joy on his face.
"Finally got it."
Master Qinghong accidentally glanced at it, and when his eyes fell on the talisman, his expression tightened.
"wait."
The foundation-building monk holding the talisman quickly hid the talisman, looked at Master Qinghong warily and said, "This is my talisman."
This is because Qinghong Zhenren is trying to rob him.
Seeing Master Qinghong's expression on the side, the disciple guarding him took a step forward and scolded him: "Master Qinghong is a Master from the Immortal Land of Ten Thousand Talisman. How could he snatch a second-grade talisman from you?"
Only then did the foundation-building monk relax his vigilance.
Master Qinghong stretched out his hand impatiently: "Show me the talisman in your hand."
If this was not the scene of an arena competition, the Six Sects would have sent more than one of his Jindan to manage it. If there was too much movement, the other Jindan would laugh at him.
He insisted on teaching this foundation-building monk a lesson, without even a wink.
The foundation-building monk then took it out and said, "Please take a look, real person."
A talisman with five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, as well as defense and sword talismans.
Because Yun Miao was selling and selling, he found that some types of talismans were difficult to sell, so these were the only ones left.
So we started to sell them in bundles, and these seven pictures happened to be a set.
Master Qinghong snatched it up and quickly looked through it one by one. The more he looked at it, the more serious his face became. He asked, "What is the cultivation level of the female cultivator who sells talismans?"
"Building...the middle stage of foundation building."
Seeing that Master Qinghong looked bad, the foundation-building monk was a little hesitant in speaking.
Master Qinghong looked at the talisman in his hand, his expression changing.
He wondered why a monk in the middle stage of foundation building had so many kinds of talismans in his hands, and the painting methods of these talismans were similar to the painting methods of the ancient talismans he saw in Lingfu Pavilion. The painting methods of the ancient talismans had long been incomplete, leaving only Several kinds of talismans are circulated.
If the female cultivator selling talismans had received any inheritance, then the painting method of these talismans would not be surprising.
Since he met him, this was his chance.
Dang Ji grabbed the talisman and rushed forward.
"Master, my talisman." The foundation-building monk saw Master Qinghong leaving with the talisman and quickly chased after him.
Master Qinghong was upset and directly hit the foundation-building monk away with a palm.
The foundation-building monk fell to the ground and was seriously injured. He looked at the disciple who had spoken before, and his eyes seemed to ask: He promised not to snatch his talisman.
Not only did he take away the spirit stone but also injured him, so he couldn't participate in the second round of competition.
However, the other party was a Golden Core cultivator. He was just building a foundation, so he could only admit that he was unlucky. He got up from the ground and staggered away, completely missing this six-sect selection event.
