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Chapter 136 - Dragon Armor

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    There was nothing to say all night, the next morning, Qingyang asked the staff to bring some food to the room, left Yu Mengmiao in the room to practice, tidied up a little by himself, and then put his magic tools from the drunk fairy gourd  He took it out, wrapped it in a bundle and went out.

    There are many types of shops on the streets of Yuling City. There are not only special shops that sell and purchase various monks¡¯ daily necessities, but also large comprehensive shops. It¡¯s just the difference in the power behind them.  The quality of the things sold in this kind of shop is guaranteed, but generally they are a little more expensive. If you want to buy cheap things, you have to go to the market formed spontaneously by casual practitioners.

    Because it is a market spontaneously formed by casual cultivators in private, there is no need to pay any fees, so the transaction price is relatively low, and many of them are in the form of barter, but the casual cultivator market is mixed, and the quality is not good  Well, it still depends on everyone's eyesight.

    What Qingyang went to was a large square market located in the area where scattered cultivators lived together. He had already inquired about the exact location yesterday, and after going out in the morning, he went straight to that square market.

    The square market is located in a vacant lot near the main street in the mixed-residence area. This vacant lot is about tens of acres in size. Perhaps because it is still early, there are thousands of stalls sparsely placed on the vacant lot, and there are still many vacant lots.  , From time to time, new stall owners come to open stalls.

    Each booth is very simple, presumably for the secrecy of the transaction, the three sides are covered with mats, and a large piece of rags is spread on the floor.  At this time, there were not many customers visiting Fangshi, with a total of more than a hundred people, and the scale was similar to that of an ordinary market in a rural village.

    Qingyang strolled to the side of the first stall. The stall owner was a gray-haired old man with a cultivation base of the ninth floor of the Pulse Opening Realm. He exuded a faint smell of herbs. He should be an alchemist.

    There are several common elixir plants and some elixirs on his booth, but the quality of the elixir seems to be very low, much worse than those sold in the shop, but the stall owner's asking price is not high, for the bag  For the shy casual cultivators in middle school, it is still worth it.

    This kind of elixir, Qingyang naturally doesn't like it. Although low-quality elixir is helpful for cultivation, it also contains a lot of impurities. It takes a lot of energy to expel impurities after cultivation, which is a bit troublesome  , not to mention that he is not short of pills now.

    The things in the second booth are more complicated. At the front are a few elixir plants that are not very old, and then a damaged low-grade magic weapon.  A few pieces of unknown refining materials were mixed with two handwritten cultivation methods.

    The stall owner is a monk on the eighth floor of the Meridian Realm, about forty years old, with a goatee, two mung bean eyes, the eyeballs are rolling around, and the slender neck, he looks like a turtle reincarnated,  I don't know where he found so many sundries.

    The third booth is a middle-aged woman, but her cultivation base is very high, and she is in the Qi refining stage.  There are also quite a few things on her booth, mainly a dozen low-grade talismans and some talisman-making materials.  Talisman brushes, talisman papers, cinnabar mixed with the blood of monsters and beasts, etc.

    Qingyang hesitated for a long time, and finally exchanged the bow he got from Shenjian Li for a talisman pen that was also a low-grade magic weapon, and then used his three-inch tongue to let the stall owner forgive him  A stack of talisman papers and a small bottle of cinnabar mixed with the blood of monsters, ready to try to refine talismans after returning home.

    As for the low-grade talisman of the stall owner, Qingyang was not willing to buy it. It was a one-time consumable, and it was too extravagant to use, not to mention that he still had three of them.

    Afterwards, Qingyang walked all the way, and found that there were all kinds of things for sale, the most common ones were medicine pills, talismans, magic tools, and array disks, and the uncommon ones were various refining materials, ores, spirit herbs, monster materials, etc.  Wait, there are many other exercises, magic spells, common sense about cultivating immortals, etc.

    In addition, there are quite a few strange things that even Qingyang can't recognize. Some of them contain a little spiritual energy, and some look like worldly objects, but the stall owner praised him as a peerless treasure.  Can't help doubting his eyes.

    Looking at the thing in front of them, many people couldn't help but wonder, could it be that this thing is also like an antique in the world, it looks inconspicuous, but it is actually an unearthed treasure waiting to be discovered by yourself, and when you buy it, you can buy it.  Is it equivalent to picking up leaks?  Do you want to take a gamble?

    Qingyang is also very moved, but he just thinks about it, he has a lot of spirit stones on his body, and there are still many things to buy, so he can't waste them on them, not to mention that he doesn't have such vision, how can there be so many in the world?  Waiting to pick it up by myself?  Why don't the stall owners who own these things keep them for themselves? Are they all fools?

    Before he knew it, he had seen more than half of the whole market, and it was almost noon, so he walked a few steps forward.?I came to the booth of a middle-aged man.

    This man is about forty years old, but his cultivation is at the ninth level of the Opening Vessel Realm, and his foundation in cultivating immortals should be considered relatively good among casual cultivators.  He didn't come alone, sitting next to him was a little girl in her early ten years old, probably his daughter.

    There was only one thing on their booth, it was dark and seemed to be a soft close-fitting armor.  This thing is a defensive magic weapon, and the price is much more expensive than the offensive magic weapon. For low-level casual cultivators, with limited wealth, the first thing they need to ensure is their own attack power, and it is difficult to have extra financial resources to buy defensive magic weapons.  self-defense, so this kind of thing is hard to sell.

    Perhaps it was because there had been no customers for a long time, and the man looked listless. When he saw Qingyang approaching, he immediately regained his energy and asked, "My fellow Taoist, do you need a magic weapon for defense? Do you want to see it?"  This soft armor?"

    Qingyang stopped in his tracks, took a look at the soft armor, and asked, "How do you sell this soft armor?"

    The middle-aged man said: "This is a defensive middle-grade magic weapon called the Dragon Armor. It is refined from a whole piece of Dragon Skin that has just advanced. It has amazing defensive power.  It hardly breaks the defense. If you want it sincerely, you can take the three spirit stones away."

    "Three spirit stones? So expensive?"

    Qingyang couldn't help frowning when he heard the words, no wonder no one cares about this middle-aged man all morning, this thing is really too expensive for casual cultivators.  Three pieces of spirit stones, many monks at the Vein Opening Realm can't save so much in their lifetime, but three pieces of spirit stones are only exchanged for such an inconspicuous soft armor, which is really a bit extravagant.

    But thinking about it again, an ordinary attack-type medium-grade magic weapon costs about two spirit stones, and it doesn't seem too expensive to sell three spirit stones for this dragon armor.  This is a life-saving thing, maybe it can save his life at a critical moment.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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