The second floor of the Qixuan Glass Tower is covered with black and gray at this time, and the strong wind and sand float without falling, like black fog.

Fan Dao's distraction could only complain in his heart. He fell to the second floor without any help. He took a lot of effort to sort out the gray fog together to form a black ball.

"So much wind and sand, did that guy go to Qianyun Forbidden Land? Only the Burial Valley in Nanzhou can there be strong wind and sand. How did he get in? He is not the foundation building..."

Fan Dao's distraction did not know that the realm of Changsheng was actually foundation building, and the memory of Fan Dao's perception of the realm was not distraction.

If you want to see the scene outside, the outside of the tower is covered with grayness and you can't see where you are located at all.

The aura of the magic weapon is blocked and cannot see the outside world unless it is turned on by someone.

He cursed in disguise and returned to the seventh floor. He could walk around the glass tower at will, but could not leave.

Soon after, Chang Sheng recovered his spiritual power, and the spirit stones in his hand were exhausted from the spiritual energy and shattered into powder.

After getting the strong wind and sand, he activated Qianyun Order again.

Following Qian Yunling's direction, he found a big stone after a while.

The stone protrudes from the ground and is three feet tall, which looks very ordinary from the outside.

After finding the stone, Changsheng activated a ball of flame. As soon as the flame was pasted on the stone, it immediately changed its color and turned into a small ball of black fire.

The characteristics of ink flame sand can change the color of flame to ink dyed color.

Seeing that the flames changed color, Changsheng immediately concluded that there was ink flame sand in the stone, so he used a magic weapon to split the stone.

Two kinds of sand were found smoothly. Qianyunling's guidance was crucial. When Chang Sheng thought there would be a lot of ink-flame sand in the stone, he was disappointed.

There is indeed sand in the stone, but only one grain, black crystal blocks the size of rice grains.

The ink-flame sand is right, but it is too small. Although collecting three kinds of sand and stones can bring together the sand Tai Sui, a grain of ink-flame sand is probably not enough.

The ink-flame sand was pulled out from the stone, and Changsheng became embarrassed.

It is easy to find the ink-flame sand, but it takes too much time to collect it. If you dig like this, you don’t know how long it takes to dig a handful of sand.

"There is only the ink-flame sand in the stone, and there are more stones in the area on the right side of the waterfall."

Thinking of Chang Sheng's plan to return to the dividing point between the two areas, when he returned the same way and arrived near the waterfall, he found that many disciples of the sect appeared beside the pool under the waterfall.

These foundation-building disciples were in groups of three or five, discussing each other, as if bargaining. Many people set up stalls, put out linen bamboo mats on the ground, and set up spiritual medicines, elixirs, magic weapons and talismans, and spontaneously formed a temporary trading area by the pond.

When Chang Sheng saw the appearance of the trading area, he lit up his eyes and used the disguise pill to change his appearance and walked into it.

The most sold elixirs are elixirs in the stalls. They sell elixirs with ten spirit stones in Yibao Pavilion, and thirteen spirit stones or even fifteen in the Zanghua Valley. Some of the most popular elixirs have doubled the price.

If you are not prepared enough elixirs, you are most likely to miss out on opportunities.

No one wants to retreat when facing a monster that is evenly matched with him, and he is even less willing to miss the spirit herb or materials he is about to get. The appearance of the trading area just makes up for this flaw.

More and more disciples gathered, and the trading area by the pool water became more and more lively.

Stop in front of a stall.

In addition to some elixirs and talismans, there is also a stone the size of a fist on the stall, with the three words "Mo Yansha" clearly written on the price.

As long as you use flames to test it, it is not difficult to find the ink-Yansha. When someone sells it, Chang Sheng immediately inquires about the price.

"One hundred spirit stones, but I have agreed in advance that I will not guarantee how big the body of the Mo Yansha in the stone is. After it is sold, I will not be responsible."

The stall owner quoted the price of one hundred spirit stones and also stated a strange rule.

The appearance of the Mo Yansha must be covered with earth and stones. The size of the stone has nothing to do with the size of the Mo Yansha. Sometimes only a little bit of the Mo Yansha can be found in a large stone. It is also possible that a small stone has the main body of the Mo Yansha except for the rock layer on the surface.

It is the appearance of the Mo Yansha that gives the monks a special sale method, similar to gambling stones. As long as the stone containing Mo Yansha is found, no matter the size, it will be sold at a fixed price. After the buyer buys it, the amount of the Mo Yansha obtained depends entirely on luck.

Chang Sheng gave out a hundred spirit stones without saying a word, and cut them open after getting the stone.

The dust fell, and only a black stone the size of mung beans was left in my hand.

Although Mo Yansha is very small, Chang Sheng is already very satisfied. If you buy it at this level, it will be almost enough to use tens of thousands of spirit stones.

Anyway, he is rich and powerful, so Chang Sheng plans to set up a brand to buy Mo Yansha, but it takes too much time to acquire it himself, so that the thought sand has not yet disappeared.

While thinking about purchasing Mo Yansha first or finding Yi Niansha first, Chang Sheng heard a shout from one side.

"Flying magic weapon, the cheapest flying magic weapon, only two hundred spirit stones."

The shouting was weak, and the flying magic weapon that could sell two hundred spirit stones was so inferior. Any magic weapon that could fly did not have this price.

After hearing the shout, Chang Sheng didn't intend to pay attention. Even if he wanted to buy flying magic weapons, he had to buy at least thousands of spirit stones.

However, listening to the shouting, Chang Sheng felt it was a little familiar, so he turned his head to look.

The person selling flying magic weapons was a middle-aged monk with no legs. He sat on the ground and supported his body with his hands, which looked very miserable.

It is not rare for monks who lack arms and legs to be missed. Most of them are bitten by monsters, but those who can survive without both legs are not common.

When he saw the other party, Chang Sheng immediately recognized it. The person who sold the flying magic weapon was nothing but Wu Yong from Jianmenyuan.

I haven't seen each other for a few years, but I didn't expect that Wu Yong was so depressed. Looking at the things he sold, except for a few commonly used cheap talismans, there was only a small wooden boat the size of a palm.

The front and back of the wooden boat were damaged, and it looked broken and dirty. I don’t know if it could be carried on people, so no wonder it was sold so cheaply.

Chang Sheng remembered that Niu Wenzhou promised to give Wu Yong a flying magic weapon to transport it, but he didn't see Wu Yong using it at this time. Looking at the broken wooden boat, Chang Sheng frowned immediately.

It seems that the flying magic weapon that Niu Wenzhou assigned to Wu Yong was this broken and cheap wooden boat.

When he walked up, Chang Sheng pretended to inquire and asked, "Your wooden boat is too bad, will you sell a hundred spirit stones?"

"This senior brother, there are too few spirit stones. I am a flying magic weapon. Although it is a bit broken, it can still be used as long as it is sacrificed and refined." Wu Yong said with a frown.

"Why don't you sacrifice yourself?" Chang Sheng asked again.

"I'm not proficient in refining weapons. If I find someone to repair it, I will spend a lot of spiritual stones. I really can't get it out. Can I add some more? One hundred and fifty spiritual stones will be sold to you." Wu Yong said with anticipation.

"Are you in a hurry to use the spirit stone?" Chang Sheng frowned.
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