After passing a stall selling rune paper, there was a man with five big and three thick sitting in front of him, holding a hammer for striking iron, banging on the bell, and his voice was also very loud: "Everyone, don't miss it when you pass by!

With his swarthy chest hair open, and with that outfit, he looked less like a monk than a butcher who killed pigs.

But this guy turned out to be a monk at the peak of the primordial infant...

You must know that among the casual cultivation, it is extremely rare to be able to cultivate to the peak of the Yuan Infant.

And if you really want to get to this cultivation, almost all of them have been recruited by some big sects, and you need resources and resources to go there, and you need to have exercises, so why work hard alone?

But looking at the way this man was dressed, he didn't look like a sect monk, he was clearly a casual cultivator.

After all, no matter how unsophisticated the sect is, it will not let its own monks bare-chested in front of the public, knocking nonsense with a hammer in one hand, picking at their feet with the other, and sniffing in front of their noses from time to time...

Walking by the side, all of them were smiling, even Xiang Yang felt a little embarrassed, this buddy's image was too outstanding...

He didn't care, just shouted to himself, picked a few feet, picked up the wine jug next to him and poured a few sips, Xiang Yang's nose was extremely smart, and he knew that it was a drunken immortal brew when he smelled it, such a big pot was at least ten catties, and he poured half of it after a while, but he was not drunk at all, this amount of wine is very good!

However, the curiosity of this man was not as good as the things on his stall, Xiang Yang just looked at him a few times, then squatted down in front of the stall, picked up a piece of crimson ore and asked, "Boss, how can this be sold?"

Seeing the business, the man suddenly perked up, threw the hammer in his hand, stopped picking his feet, and came up with a big face full of wine: "Brother has a good eye! This is the Red Fire Spirit, a treasure that our brothers have dug out of the Land of Thousand Flames in their lives... Don't look at it as small, but after refining, adding it to the fire magic weapon can directly increase the conversion rate of vitality by fifty percent..."

The other person looked vulgar, but the eloquence was good, the introduction was foaming, quite self-absorbed, and when he looked down, he saw that the middle-aged monk in front of him was looking at him with a smile, he was stunned, pointed at Xiang Yang and asked, "Brother, do you understand?"

Xiang Yang shook the ore in his hand, sighed, put it down, and drew three Japanese characters in the blank space of the stall with his hand: "I originally thought that the boss should be a responsible person, but I didn't expect it to be a profiteer, this is obviously a red fire crystal for refining fire pills, you have to say that it is the red fire essence of refining weapons... Don't look at it, it's just a word, it comes and goes, and the value is more than ten times worse?"

The man was dumbfounded, this red fire essence and red fire crystal are extremely difficult to distinguish, if it weren't for the experts, they wouldn't be able to tell the difference, and their brothers had some small means, and after dealing with them, they were exactly the same, how did this guy see it? Could it be that he bumped into a big expert?

He was stunned there, but Xiang Yang didn't say anything more, but picked up a round pebble from the corner of the stall, looked at it over and over for a long time, and said strangely: "What is this? Boss, why did you put it in the stall too?"

The man's eyes rolled slightly, and his face was full of smiles: "This brother, you can just look away." This thing is a treasure that our brothers found in the depths of the Ten Thousand Flames... Don't look at it as inconspicuous, hehe, it's wonderful..."

As he spoke, he looked around for a long time before he came to Xiang Yang's ear and said softly: "This is the Qi Suppression Stone, a kind of secret treasure, which can suppress luck, do you see the crack on it? It is not an ordinary crack, it is a tortoise shell mark! This stone armor pattern is born of its own, and it is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth... It's really useful!"

He said it quickly and urgently, and after he finished speaking, he smashed his mouth unsatisfied, and he was really a little proud in his heart.

In this bazaar, thousands of stall owners can tell so many ways with a stone used to press and spread the cloth, it is estimated that it is no more than a palm, Lao Tzu is really a genius.

But it's a pity that this guy in front of him doesn't look like a fat sheep, and he seems to be an expert, which is a bit of a waste of Lao Tzu's wonderful creativity.

Unexpectedly, he talked nonsense for a long time, and seemed to really impress the other party, really took the pebble the size of a human head and looked at it carefully, and touched the 'tortoiseshell marks' from time to time, looking very interested.

Half a day later, Xiang Yang half-held the pebble, and asked softly hesitantly, "Is it really that magical?"

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive! Although this stone is magical, but our brother also found a few pieces this time, and I haven't opened it today, so this piece will be regarded as an opening reward, as long as..."

He stretched out a finger, thought about it, stretched out another one, and finally simply spread out a fat hand: "As long as five high-grade vitality stones can be taken!"

Xiang Yang seemed to be taken aback by him, and hurriedly threw the pebbles on the stall, but fortunately the stall was very sturdy, only a little swaying.

He himself turned and walked away, waving his hand backwards: "It's too expensive, it's too expensive... Can't afford it!"

"Oh, hey, brother, don't go!" the man suddenly became anxious, rushed out directly from behind the stall, and dragged him back.

"I was wrong... It's five mid-level Vitality Stones!How's that, it's worth the money, right?"

"That's too expensive... Look at me like this, like a rich man? Five low-level vitality stones, no more..."

The man rolled his eyes, although he was talking nonsense, but this guy was too ruthless in his counteroffer, and he paid it back a hundred times directly, from the middle level to the low level...

He sighed and said, "Five low-level... In this bazaar, you can't even afford a good rune paper, so it's just that! In order to open, a mid-level vitality stone, this is the reserve price! If you want to take it, don't forget it!"

"It's still too expensive, forget it..."

Xiang Yang still shook his head, moved backwards, walked out more than ten zhang away, and suddenly stood up again, hesitated there for a long time, and then walked back again, and took out dozens of low-level Yuan Qi Stones: "Forty-eight here! There are only so many... To sell or not to sell?"

There was a hint of joy in the man's eyes, but his face was still reluctant.

A stone that could be picked up everywhere was actually sold by him for forty-eight low-level vitality stones, and this time he could boast in front of his brothers.

After a while, he waved his hand: "You really picked it up today!

Xiang Yang put away the stone with a smile, and just wanted to leave, he stopped again, took out a jade slip, and handed it over: "This boss, leave a summons, I think you are also a match, and if there are good things in the future, tell me, I am still in this Dunhe city these days!"