After some inquiry, Han Ming and Concubine Wei quickly learned that the auction was still early and it would be held for a full month. Now it is a market transaction. There are countless small stalls in the Jiedan period, like secular vendors, setting up stalls along the street. Some are cold and indifferent, while others hire servants to shout and hawk. Some even come on stage in person, boasting and praising the spiritual objects on their stalls to the sky.

According to those selling tone, Han Ming was a little moved when he walked over in the Nascent Soul Stage and couldn't help but want to buy one or two pieces, although those spiritual objects were useless to him at all.

Han Ming was still relatively rational, but he couldn't do it. Perhaps this is the nature of women. There were enough spirit stones in the storage bag. He could not walk anyway when he saw anything he liked along the way. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, he took out the spirit stones and bought them.

Concubine Wei was very excited and pulled Han Ming around in circles, from the left to the right, and then from the right to the left. She spent three days and three nights, and spent more than 200,000 spirit stones, which was a little satisfied.

She has been married for more than a hundred years with Concubine Wei, but the two often go into seclusion and get together for a long time. Now Concubine Wei is rare, so Han Ming is still happy to follow her around.

On the third day, Concubine Wei called him and glanced around. Seeing that he was not moved, he said satisfied: "I'm a little tired after walking for so long. I'm going to find a place to rest for more than ten days. After the market is about to change another batch, I'll come and search again!"

"Okay, Fei'er, please decide!" Han Ming nodded with a smile, glanced around, and then prepared to leave here.

But before Han Ming set off, he sensed that a monk in the Killing Pharmacy stage spread out an animal skin not far away and began to put the things in the storage bag one by one. The stalls were mainly magic weapons, unknown spiritual materials, or ores. Han Ming didn't like these at all, but saw a three-color grass with a slightly moved expression.

This three-color grass has only three leaves, one is white, one is purple gold, and one is pitch black as ink. Its roots are only the thickness of a little finger, and it is three colors. It seems that the colors of the three leaves are mixed together. As for the only three roots, they are also divided into three colors: purple gold, and black.

Han Ming knew this grass, except for the different colors, all the other ones were very similar to the one he had traveled east at the age of ten, just devouring the kind of grass. The poisonous emperor grass, the strange grass he accidentally ate back then. It was precisely because of this strange grass that he became a teacher and learned a poisonous technique. He had the ability to complete the journey to the east thousands of miles.

When Han Ming first returned to Earth North from the Nether Bone Continent, he had thought about finding a large number of poisonous emperor grasses to curb blood spider poison, but in the end he was surprised to find that there was no record of such spiritual grass in the world of immortal cultivation.

There are only two possibilities for this situation, that is, the Poison Emperor Grass is too strange and basically never in the first place, so there is no record. Another possibility is that the Poison Emperor Grass level is too low, no one cares. The only Poison Emperor Grass that Han Ming has seen has been eaten by him, and he has long forgotten the details. Naturally, he doesn't know whether Poison Emperor Grass is considered a spiritual herb!

When he was taking the Poison Emperor Grass, he was still young and could not remember what it looked like. But now when he saw the three-color grass, Han Ming immediately confirmed that this three-color grass was the Poison Emperor Grass, and it was definitely not on the same level as what he had taken at the beginning!

When he walked to the stall, facing a small middle stage of the elixir, Han Ming had no idea of ​​picking up a bargain. He skipped the treasures and pointed directly at the three-color grass. He asked in confusion: "What kind of spiritual grass is your three-color grass? Why have I never heard of it!"

The stall owner is a thick middle-aged man in the middle stage of Jiedan. He has thick hands and feet, thick eyebrows and big eyes, slightly dark skin, and a sewn clothes made of animal skin. He also has a long bow that is one person tall behind him. He doesn't look like a cultivator, but a hunter in the mountains.

The stall owner had just set up his stall, and someone came to ask for the price. It was still in the late stage of the Killing Pill. It was thought that the richest in the Killing Pilling Pilling Pilling Pilling Pilling Pilling Pilling Pilling Pilling Pilling Pill immediately smiled and pointed to the three-color grass in the middle of the stall, and said with a gaze: "This spiritual grass is so originated. I and several friends came here in the ancient abyss of rebellion. They grew up in a group of terrible ancient black poisonous pythons, among which there were fifteen or sixteen of them that had reached the Nascent Soul stage."

How could Han Ming believe it when he heard this? It is a fantasy that more than a dozen ancient poisonous pythons comparable to the Nascent Soul stage can be picked by this mid-stage monk in the Killing Pill to have the Poison Emperor Grass.

Han Ming looked a little displeased, and asked back with a bad tone: "Why did you pick the dozen ancient black poisonous pythons in the Nascent Soul stage? Don't tell me that they stole it while the poisonous python leaves the nest. This is a bit ridiculous."

"If fellow Taoist wants to sell, tell the truth. Don't use these exaggerated words again!" Han Ming continued to speak in a cold voice.

"My fellow Taoist doesn't believe it. I'm Qing Yuanlin's prisoner. In the end, since I came here to set up a stall, I would naturally not deceive each other. This is what I picked out from the nest of more than a dozen ancient black poisonous pythons. For this grass, we were all six of us, and I was left alone, and the others were poisoned to death!" The stall owner glared and spoke righteously, as if Han Ming's previous words had insulted his race.

"Husband, the Prisoner is indeed paranoid and values ​​credibility. If he is really a Prisoner, then what he says is really credible!" Concubine Wei, who was on the side, silently sent a message to Han Ming.

Hearing the voice transmission from Concubine Wei, Han Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, and his face looked a little surprised. He didn't expect that this poisonous emperor grass was so great!

"Okay, let's put the matter of poison python aside for now. Can you explain in detail how to pick this spiritual herb so that you can understand the situation and choose whether to believe what you said!" Han Ming then added.

"Of course!" The stall owner nodded decisively, "Fellow Taoist should know the Ancient Abyss of Rebellion. It was a dense place that only appeared more than a thousand years ago. There were countless poisonous insects and evil things gathered. It was not strange that the Nascent Soul cultivator did not return to one of them. It was listed as the eighth forbidden area!"

"I made an appointment with my friend to go to the ancient abyss to hunt some poisonous insects and monsters to change them to buy some spirit stones. I found a hidden narrow cave. We were curious and explored it. When we came out of another part of the cave, we were shocked to find that we had reached the depths of the ancient abyss, and we reached the unimaginable nest of the black poisonous python, and saw more than ten black poisonous pythons in the Nascent Soul stage worshiping the moon at night!"

"Snakes have poor vision, but their sense of smell is terrible. We are only more than ten miles away from them. These ancient beasts can easily discover us, so we dare not stay at all and just run away. But at this moment, the poisonous pythons actually bit each other and fought inwardly, without using magic or venom attacks. They only rely on the force of biting. The biting was tragic. More than a dozen poisonous pythons were entangled together. This one locked the other, but was bitten by the other seven inches. They were all ruthless. They didn't look like they grew from a nest, but they were like a huge enemy of life and death, stacked together, like a violent wriggling mountain!" The stall owner continued to speak, his face full of recollection. It seemed that he had really seen the shocking scene of more than a dozen pythons biting like mountains like mountains.

"At first we planned to escape, but we were shocked by this scene. Moreover, they fought inwardly and had no time to chase us, so we stayed to watch with courage. At first glance, it was seven days and seven nights. In the end, the king was finally divided among the dozen black poisonous pythons. It was a medium-sized giant python, about forty-five feet, and it grew three snake heads. It was with the two additional snake heads that tore up five giant pythons and survived to the end!" The stall owner continued to sway without realizing it, and said with a flying spirit.

"The last giant python was seriously injured, but it was not something that we had to compete with in the Dan-Cultivation Stage, so we had no choice but to turn our heads and leave, but an accident happened again. It was three black scorpions, each of which was more than ten feet long. Suddenly, it rushed out and surrounded the three giant pythons!"

"The result was that the remnant black poisonous python was defeated by three intact black scorpions, and together with more than ten other black poisonous python corpses, they were eaten by three black scorpions! After eating the black poisonous python corpses, the three black scorpions left, the poisonous python nest was empty, and we went in!" The stall owner cracked his mouth and said with a smile.

"It's actually true!" Han Ming nodded, but then asked in confusion: "You said before that all of your companions were dead except you, but why? Isn't there no poisonous python in the snake nest?"

"There is indeed no black poisonous python, but there is a strange poison in the snake nest. If my extremely close friend doesn't check it, it will be the snake venom in my body. It's a pity!" The stall owner was still flirting with surprise before, but now he sighed again.

"So fellow Taoists endured their grief and collected their storage bags and sold them in the snake's nest!" Han Ming said with a teasing voice.

When the stall owner heard Han Ming's words, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face, and then he laughed again and said repeatedly: "If you let fellow Taoists make fun of it, what can I do? Can you just let those storage bags throw in the snake's nest?"

Han Ming shook his head and refused to speak when he heard this. Naturally, he knew that there were 80% of the stories. Maybe the stall owner knew that there was poison in the poisonous python nest, but he just didn't tell him those "most friends" but just wanted to monopolize the spiritual objects.
Chapter completed!