"I am a lowly name, Pingzhi, and I am a practitioner. I don't know what my brothers are called?" The man was familiar with him and took the initiative to report to his family.

"Are you an immortal cultivator?" Zi Yanhous took a step alertly, and a layer of fighting spirit appeared in his fist, and he was already secretly accumulating momentum. As long as the other party had any hostility, he would take action to solve it as soon as possible. The opponent's demeanor and a restrained aura were probably a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, so he had to be careful.

The man seemed to have no feeling of the hostility of Zi Yanhous, and smiled indifferently: "You have just come to Tianlang Mountain, and you probably don't know the situation here yet. In Tianlang Mountain, there are mixed fish and dragons, and there are no absolute enemies, and there are no absolute friends. I just want to tell you that at the central altitude of 800 meters and five kilometers on the west side, there is a large trading market with some good things. Maybe you will be interested. If you need to buy something, you can go and take a look."

"Thank you for your reminder." Liu Feng nodded without commenting.

The man smiled indifferently, and after saying that, he left without stopping.

Later, I asked some people in the group who knew a lot about Tianlang Mountain and found out that there were many people in Tianlang Mountain who would build bridges and connect some trading markets to gain some improvements. The practitioners called Pingzhi I met today are obviously such people.

Since the group's senior executives still have some things not handled properly and the venue needs to be reinforced, the lottery ceremony was temporarily decided to be held in two days.

"Let's go to the trading market to take a look. It's boring to be idle." Meng Qian said to Liu Feng.

Today Meng Qian was wearing a leopard leather jacket and shorts of the same material. She looked heroic but not without the feminine beauty.

Liu Feng glanced at her and thought to himself that there was nothing wrong with him anyway, so it would be okay to go and see him, so he nodded in agreement. And Zi Yan House had long since run away.

There is more than one trading market in Tianlang Mountain. At least from the map of Tianlang Mountain, there are at least three large markets, two in the middle and one in the south. With a map in hand and the previous guidance from Pingzhi, the two found the market location without much effort. This market is only a dozen kilometers away from the arena, and it doesn't take much time to go back and forth.

Next to the gate of the trading market, two thick diamond pillars are supported by a huge plaque with words such as "Shenwu Trading Summary" written on it. The font is vigorous and powerful and magnificent, but the handwriting on it is a bit blurry, and it seems that it has been a few years.

As soon as I entered the gate of the transaction summit, I saw crowds of people, noise and quarrels in the market. The shops and temporary stalls inside were arranged one by one, and tightly arranged. There was a long street in the middle of the stalls on both sides. However, on different stalls, thousands of snow lotus, century-old ginseng, various elixirs, superpowered potions, star-rated equipment, magic tools and even slaves, all of which were available. Many people were choosing what they needed next to some stalls. Although the things here were slightly more expensive than other places, they were better because they were of a wide variety. Many precious materials that were not available elsewhere can be bought here.

Meng Qian pulled Liu Feng back and forth to observe the stalls. Meng Qian held some inconspicuous gadgets in her hands from time to time and played with them. Since Hurricane Group had a strong enough influence, the group's currency was universal here. Not long after, Meng Qian had a lot of useless things in her hand, and even two small toys made of mud, but even these seemingly useless things have cost more than 100,000 yuan. This made Liu Feng say that the merchants here are really dark, and even a useless waste product will be used.

It was considered a treasure and sold at a high price. But what surprised him was that at a stall, he even saw Yuanling Pills for sale. According to the tone of the stall owner, it seemed that the amount could be supplied was quite large, but the price was 50% more expensive than Hurricane Group's exchange for military honor points. But it is worth noting that if the group wants to buy Yuanling Pills, it not only requires extremely high military honor points, but also has restrictions on the number of purchases. If it were not for the senior management of the group, it would not be able to get the money. If you buy it here, there is no limit, as long as you have enough.

You should know that in the Moon Viewing Realm, the spiritual veins are extremely scarce, and spiritual energy is simply an extremely rare thing. Otherwise, the cultivation lineage of immortals would have long unified this world with its unique advantages. In this situation, it is conceivable that the preciousness of the Yuanling Pill condensed by the spiritual energy can be imagined. In this case, Liu Feng would definitely strictly control the major forces in this situation and prohibit the outflow. Now it seems that this is not the case.

In any case, this is good news for Liu Feng. Although he does not lack Yuan Ling Pill now, he will not have no way out when he needs it in the future.

"Boss, how much does this magic weapon cost?" A guy wearing a sky blue Taoist robe, with a half-foot beard and a fairy-like middle-aged Taoist priest, pointed to a whisk and asked.

The sound is cool and peaceful, without a trace of turbid air, as if it is not coming from people's mouths. Naturally, there are many knowledgeable people on the market, and they turn to look after hearing this.

Liu Feng and Meng Qian were curious and walked over. There were dozens of people in front of the small stall. At this time, Liu Feng discovered that there was only one item of goods at this stall, which was a black wooden handle and white dust whisk. From the outside, it looked ordinary and nothing strange.

The stall owner of this stall is an old man with a thin appearance. He was squinting his eyes and napping. When he heard someone asks for the price, he opened his turbid eyes and said a number lightly, 100 million!

This number couldn't help but change the faces of all the people watching. This was simply a naked blackmail.

Liu Feng was also surprised. The price was simply that the whole camel dragon suit was more expensive. The old man asked for the price so much, either he was crazy or the whisk was really extraordinary.

At that moment, he couldn't help but look at the whisk a few more glances, and finally saw a red dust whisker in the white dust whisker. There was an extremely terrifying wave of spiritual power on the red dust whisker. Liu Feng's thoughts were slightly released and even caused a slight pain. The mystery is here! The red dust whisker is like a small blood line, hidden among hundreds of white dust whiskers, and it is impossible to tell if you don't look carefully.

This whisk is indeed a treasure, and it should be a magic weapon used by immortal cultivators. Although Liu Feng is not an immortal cultivator, he has also cultivated Yuanli and may not be able to use it. It is only a price of 100 million yuan, and even he cannot take it out.

When Liu Feng released his mental power to investigate, the thin old man seemed to have glanced at him inadvertently, but it shocked him. The old man could actually feel his mental power! This aspect shows that the old man who set up a stall was not inferior to him. It was surprising that he would have such ability when he met an old man in a stall.

Just when many people onlookers thought the old man was asking for a huge price, the middle-aged man touched his beard and nodded: "With the many wonderful uses of this magic weapon, it is worth this price, but I don't have so much money at the moment, so why don't I use this for exchange." As he said that, he took out a small emerald green bottle from his waist and threw it over.

The thin old man took it over, opened the bottle cap, sniffed it slightly, and nodded, "Medium-grade nectar, good. Logically speaking, such a bottle is not as valuable as the whisk on my stall, but it is not far from that. It's just that I don't need this thing, but you need it very much, which is strangely vague. Therefore, with this bottle of medium-grade nectar, I can't give up. If you are really sincere, you have to pay some other things to do."

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face changed slightly. In fact, the reason why he wanted to buy the whisk was actually because he discovered a secret in this magic weapon. Moreover, he was confident that the secret was not even seen by the stall owner. In order to ensure that the other party could give up, he had to take out the treasured nectar and jade liquid. Unexpectedly, the other party's appetite was bigger than he thought, so he disagreed.
Chapter completed!