But there are only two spirit stones on his body, and there are not many other valuable things, not enough to buy this dragon armor, paused, Qingyang said: "Can it be cheaper?" ”

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "This is a medium-grade defensive magic weapon, which can block the attacks of all monks below the Open Pulse Realm, and the actual value is definitely more than three spirit stones, if it can be cheap, it will be sold a long time ago, and it will not wait until now." This dragon armor is something that saves my life, if it weren't for the fact that my cultivation has been stuck in the ninth layer of the Open Pulse Realm for too long, and I need to change some pills to try to break through, I will never take it out and sell it. ”

Qingyang's strength is not high, in order to save his life, what he needs most is defensive treasures, but the light blue Dao robe of the lame Taoist is too conspicuous and easy to be seen. This soft armor can be worn under clothes, and it is not obvious and leaky, which is suitable for him now.

"I only have two spirit stones on my body, but I also have a defensive low-grade magic weapon light blue dao robe here, I don't know if you are willing to exchange it." Qingyang asked in a deep voice.

A defensive low-grade magic weapon is not worth a spirit stone, but it is not too much different, and the middle is basically the gap of a qi cultivation pill. This gap is not very big, but there are still some discrepancies with the middle-aged man's request, and Qingyang is not sure that the other party will agree.

This middle-aged man originally had the intention of never reducing the price, but the stall was set up for several days, and the dragon armor could not be sold, and now he finally met a person who was willing to buy, if he missed it, I don't know how long he would have to wait, and the price difference for a qi nourishing pill was really not worth it.

After thinking about it for a long time, the middle-aged man finally gritted his teeth and said, "Deal!" ”

The spirit stone that I just got yesterday has not yet been heated in my hand, so it will be spent again. Qingyang took out two spirit stones, and handed the light blue Dao robe wrapped in rags to the middle-aged man, and exchanged it for the dragon armor on the other side.

After that, Qingyang turned around for a while, and in another stall, he fell in love with a fire-attribute inferior magic weapon sword. After bargaining, he put on another Qi Nourishing Pill, and then used the silver light sword to exchange this magic weapon called the Red Flame Sword in his hand.

At this point, all of the three low-grade magic weapons that Qingyang got from those scattered cultivators in Kaiyuan Mansion were sold and replaced with things that he could use. As long as Liang Chongtian does not deliberately carry out an investigation in Jade Spirit City, his black eating should not be exposed again.

Seeing that the time has passed noon, and his stomach is a little hungry, Qingyang is ready to end this trip to the market and return to the inn. I was just about to turn around and leave, when suddenly the smell of wine came to my face.

The aroma of this wine is very special, the taste is mellow, and when you sniff it with your nose, you can faintly smell a faint aura, which is completely different from the bad wine that ordinary people drink in the world. Qingyang followed the aroma of wine and found a stall selling wine in a corner not far away.

The liquor stall deliberately avoided the makeshift stalls of the other monks and lived in a corner alone. There were many wine jars in front of the stalls, and two people, one old and one young, were bored guarding the stalls, deserted, and occasionally a monk stepped forward to ask a few questions, but soon shook his head and left.

The stall owner was an elderly man and a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, who looked five or six points alike, and seemed to be a father and son, dressed like people in the world. Both of them are monks, the young man's cultivation is similar to Qingyang's, but the old man's cultivation is in the Qi refining period.

Before Qingyang came to the stall, he first glanced at the stall selling wine, and then asked the old man who was closing his eyes and recuperating, "What kind of wine is this?" ”

The old man just glanced at Qingyang lightly, and then closed his eyes again, as if he felt that with Qingyang's cultivation, he couldn't afford his wine at all, so he didn't bother to answer.

His son didn't have any prejudices against Qingyang, perhaps because he felt that it was rare for a monk of the same age and rank to come over, and said: "This is the Hundred Flowers Wine brewed by my father using the ancestral secret method, using hundreds of petals and nectar, and it took more than ten years to secretly refine it, which is quite helpful to the cultivation of the monks of the Open Pulse Realm, and one altar requires three Qi Nourishing Pills. ”

One altar requires three Qi Nourishing Pills, and the price is really not low, no wonder the old man is too lazy to take care of himself. The scattered cultivators in the middle stage of the Open Pulse Realm are generally not very rich, even if they have Qi Nourishing Pills on their bodies, they will generally keep them for their own use, how can they be so extravagant that they can exchange them for wine and drink?

Qingyang sniffed slightly with his nose, the spiritual power contained in this Baihua wine is actually not much, and one jar is equivalent to the medicinal power content of a Qi Nourishing Pill, which is much worse than the rain wine made by brushing the wine pool by himself, it is really not worth exchanging three Qi Nourishing Pills for an altar, it is okay to cure alcohol addiction, if you rely on this thing to cultivate, it will be a bit of a sacrifice.

It's just that his purpose is not to satisfy his own cravings, but to treat the alcoholic bees, and see if he can use the spirit wine to restore the strength of the alcoholic bees as soon as possible. Moreover, this Baihua wine is made of hundreds of petals and nectar, which is in line with the appetite of wine bees.

Three Qi Nourishing Pills can buy one jar of wine, and one spirit stone can be exchanged for a little more than three jars, this price is too high, and I can't buy a few jars with all my net worth.

Qingyang looked at this remote stall again, and there were a total of twelve jars of wine, all of which were packed in a large jar that was seven inches high and seven inches in diameter, and was sealed with a special mud tire, but it looked rough. The twelve altars can be sold for at least more than three spirit stones, and they are placed outside at will, and the net worth of this Qi cultivator is really rich.

Qingyang was about to buy two jars of Baihua wine and leave, when he suddenly noticed that two of the jars of wine seemed to be different from the other ten jars, the packaging of these two jars of wine was obviously much better, and it was specially placed on the leg of the old man who practiced qi, which seemed to be very important.

Qingyang couldn't help but be a little curious, and asked, "This fellow Daoist, what kind of wine are those two jars?" ”

The young man was about to answer, but the old man next to him suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly: "Hmph, boy, you can't afford the last two jars of wine, and it's useless to ask." ”

Qingyang couldn't help but feel a little angry, just now this old man ignored his love, and now he didn't talk to him, but he opened his mouth to rob himself, how could he do such a business? Qingyang is also a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and said in a deep voice: "How did the seniors know that I couldn't afford it?" Naturally, you have to talk about the price when you sell something, even if you can't afford it, can't you ask? ”

Qingyang's attitude was a little blunt, thinking that it would cause the old man's dissatisfaction, but the old man just glanced at him, and then closed his eyes, as if he didn't bother to argue with him.