The next day, a few people walked to Wanbaolou, where the business of Wanbaolou is still prosperous and thriving, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.

Even though they know the prosperity of Wanbaolou, several people are still shocked by the liveliness of this place.

Wen Bai after buying some of the ingredients for the elixir.

"Sorry guest, we don't have stock in our store here for the rest of these medicinal herbs, if the guest needs it, we need half a month to transfer it from another city." The Tsing Yi attendant of Wanbaolou apologized: "If the guests urgently need these materials, you can go to the Xianfang in the east of Hanqing City." ”

Xianfang is not the same as the ordinary fang market, it is a bazaar dedicated to immortal cultivators, where immortal cultivators can sell and buy various materials, magic weapons, talismans, elixirs, and so on.

It takes time to get a profit from selling things in Wanbaolou, and some immortal cultivators who don't want to stay here for too long and urgently need spirit stones will take them to Xianfang to rent a small stall to sell. There are also some immortal cultivators who will walk around the fairy square to see if they can

Xianfang is not available in every town, and it depends on whether there is such a plan for the caretaker of Xianmen here.

Han Qingcheng has been out of the jurisdiction of the Horror Pavilion, and a sect called Fengyun Sect is guarding here, and the Immortal Fang here is also managed by the disciples of this sect, ensuring the safety of everyone's transactions here and preventing the occurrence of murder and overselling.

A few people strolled in front of the stalls, and when they passed by a stall, they found it by Wen Bai with a slight hook of their lips. Wen Bai squatted down, picked up a herb and looked at it carefully.

"This fellow Daoist is really a good eye, this herb grows in the land of the sun, if the guest wants to refine the Fresh Pill, this is an excellent refining medicinal material. I will only accept you fifty medium-grade spirit stones from this Huoyang Grass. "The one who sold the things was a middle-aged immortal cultivator, and when he saw the stall in front of him, he was selling his medicinal herbs with his eyebrows.

It is unknown whether this Fire Yang Grass grows in the Land of the Absolute Sun, and middle-aged immortal cultivators may have the element of boasting, but the age of this herb is enough to refine the Fire Yang Pill.

Wen Bai was about to take out the spirit stone.

I only heard a voice coming from the side: "This fellow Daoist, I don't think the color of this Huoyang grass is very good, and the year is only about fifty years, is this price too expensive, can twenty medium-grade spirit stones be cut." ”

Wen Bai is really not a precious person who doesn't know the spirit stone, this middle-aged man obviously slaughtered him as a fat sheep, and his eloquence can always deceive some immortal cultivators who are not deeply involved in the world, and they can always make a lot of money, and the Qingyun on the side really can't stand it, so he folds the fan and negotiates the price with the middle-aged man.

"Thirty dollars, take it if you want." The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, knowing that he had kicked the iron plate, his face ached, and his heart was reluctant.

When the two were negotiating, Mu Yan's eyes were attracted by the stall next door, which sold some magic weapons and refining materials, but Mu Yan was not interested in them.

Mu Yan squatted down in the stall next door, pretending to check these magic weapons.

"Daoyou, do you have what you need, I am also a low-level refiner myself, if Daoyou brings your own materials and gives me a little reward, I can also help Daoyou refine." The young stall owner was a woman, and she could see that Mu Yan was just looking at these magic weapons, and she didn't particularly need them, but she still promoted herself.

"I don't know how to refine weapons, I want to ask what it is?" Mu Yan picked up a stone on the edge of the cloth corner of the stall.

The woman stared at Mu Yan with a strange expression, her face flushed slightly, as if she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, "Fellow Daoist, this ...... This thing is a random stone picked up on the side of the road to press the spread, hahahahahaha. ”

In the end, the woman couldn't help laughing, Mu Yan looked like other stalls, it was true, each stall was basically spread on the ground, and the spread was pressed with stones to prevent the spread from being blown by the wind, and then the items that needed to be sold were placed on the spread so as not to be contaminated with dust.

"Sorry, I don't know, but ...... Are the stones for sale? Mu Yan paused, thinking that he didn't know what to call it.

"Hahahaha, Daoist friends dare to ask why you want to buy a stone?" The woman was aroused by curiosity, how could someone not buy anything, just for a stone.

"This thing is related to me." Mu Yan replied with just this sentence.

I don't know what the woman made up in her brain, and she kept holding back her laughter, probably guessing that the Taoist friend in front of her felt that she had lost face, and wanted to buy this item that made the Taoist friend in front of her lose face and destroy it.

"Daoist friends, take a look at the materials on the stall, choose one at random, and this stone will be used as a gift for the material." The woman didn't plan to be embarrassed, but she didn't want to let go of this opportunity to make money.

The refiner is already poor, even if he sells the magic weapon that has been refined, but after buying new materials, there is not much left, and the level of the refiner needs to be refined for a long time and slowly improved, so he has been in a state of abject poverty for a long time.

"So be it." Mu Yan chose a magic weapon, which seemed to be a metallic hairpin.

"Dao friendly eyes, if this hairpin is worn by a Golden Spirit Root Cultivator, the speed of gathering spiritual energy during cultivation can be a few points faster." The woman at the booth introduced the role of a hairpin.

"It's just her, how many spirit stones." Mu Yan immediately decided that Mu Qiu was a metallic spiritual root, and it was appropriate to give it to Mu Qiu as a gift.

"I won't frame a fellow Daoist anymore, twenty medium-grade spirit stones will be fine." The woman glanced at the stall next door, and the group of people who were traveling with Mu Yan were still negotiating with the stall owner because of another herb, she didn't want to bargain with the stall owner after some bargaining, so she simply sold it directly in line with the value of the magic weapon itself, and earned some refining fees for herself.

Mu Yan didn't bargain, took out twenty medium-grade spirit stones and gave them to the stall owner, took the hairpin with the stone, and walked to Mu Qiu's side.

Mu Yan was actually attracted to the stall by the stone from the beginning, not the reason that the female stall owner guessed, Mu Yan pretended to check the magic weapon, but he just didn't want the stall owner to see her true intentions, when she came to this fairy fang, the other side of her palm was faintly hot, and she looked around and found that the culprit was this stone, she didn't know what this stone was and what it did.

But at this time, it was not a good time to observe the stones, so she threw the stones into the other side, and with her free hands she grabbed Mu Qiu's long hair, and inserted the hairpin into it.

"Thank you, Sister Fairy, it's so beautiful." Mu Qiu took out a bronze mirror and looked at the hair that Mu Qiu pulled up for herself, the fairy sister should be the first time to pull someone's hair, in fact, it is very messy, but Mu Qiu will not dislike it at all, this is Mu Yan's intention.