In the dark market.

The newly-set stall soon attracted the attention of monks who had already visited more than a circle.

Without much effort, monks came to Cheng Buzheng's stall.

However, when the monks saw the small wooden sign writing spiritual objects that needed to be traded, their steps changed one after another and walked away again.

Only a few thick-skinned monks, Xiang Chengbujian, was a little unwilling to ask whether he could exchange other spiritual objects.

Regarding this.

Cheng Buzheng is also Xie Jingbumin!

He was too lazy to pay attention to these monks, and he looked silent!

See this.

Those monks left Cheng Buzheng's stall one after another.

Some monks Yu Guang noticed this scene and extinguished the thoughts in his heart.

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On the other side.

In front of stall No. 66, it was also the stall that Cheng Buzheng visited before.

At this time, an uninvited guest came to the stall!

"Fellow Daoist, how to trade this Heavenly Soul Iron?"

A figure came to the stall and said carelessly.

The old face in the stall owner's hood couldn't help but frown and said in a low voice:

"Only change to the green rib essence, or spiritual materials of the same level!"

After saying that, he stopped paying attention to the stall.

In fact, the Tianhun Iron is quite useful, and the level of this spiritual material is quite high, so many monks came to ask!

He had received many such monks before.

However, the spiritual materials are still on the stall at this moment, which shows that other monks do not have the financial resources, or they have such a level of spiritual materials in their hands, but they also need them, so they are not willing to exchange them.

Or maybe some monks feel that it is unpaid, which is why this is the result!

See this.

The figure in front of the stall didn't care. He flipped his hands and took out a piece of spiritual material and whispered:

"How about this spiritual material from fellow Taoist traded with you the Heavenly Soul Iron?"

Hearing words.

The stall owner wearing a headband was delighted, looked up and his face turned dark in an instant, and he said impatiently:

"Fellow Taoist, aren't I saying it clearly enough?"

As I spoke, the annoyance was obvious!

"Is that true?" the figure chuckled:

"Fellow Daoist, you are taking a look!"

A token appeared in the hand of the figure!

He held the token in his hand and shook at the stall owner.

moment.

The stall owner wearing a headscarf had the shadow of the token in his eyes!

At the same time, a murmur sounded in his ears.

His pupils gradually tightened, and his face was filled with horror.

After calming down for a moment, he forced himself to suppress his panic.

Although he was shocked, he was still a little unwilling to accept it and whispered:

"Are you going to be able to buy and sell in a secret market?"

Although his words are tough, his tone is full of helplessness!

Typically, he says the hardest words and does the most cowardly things in his hands.

Hearing words.

"Of course, it can't be done!"

The figure chuckled:

"It's really a little anxious when I went out and didn't bring those treasures. Why not come to the door with fellow Taoist another day and I will present this spiritual material with both hands!"

"I don't know, do you agree?"

After hearing this, the stall owner would be willing to come to the door to ask for it, which is like entering the tiger's den alone.

That is not to go to get spiritual objects, it is to come to the door to die.

The stall owner did not even consider this proposal and shook his head and said:

"How about it, what about the next time a fellow Taoist comes, how about the transaction?"

He said carefully, with a tentative smell in his words!

Although the stall owner knew that it was almost impossible, he couldn't help asking.

After all, this level of spiritual material is not so easy to find, and he only has one piece!

"What do you think?"

The figure looked at the stall owner with a smile, then looked solemn and said coldly:

"You must trade now, otherwise... Humph, you know the consequences!"

After a long sigh!

The old face of the stall owner was full of loneliness!

What if you practice until the late stage of the Golden Pill?

Faced with the powerful monk, he had to retreat.

After a while, the stall owner nodded helplessly and said lightly:

"Can!"

As I spoke, my sleeves flicked!

The piece of metal with a faint light flew into the other party's hands.

See this.

The figure threw down the spiritual material in his hand and walked forward!

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Not long!

A thin figure walked over!

There was no hesitation in his pace. Even though the small wooden sign on Cheng Buzheng's stall marked the prompt that he would not change the spiritual objects, the man's pace did not slow down.

Less concealed!

A figure wearing a gray robe and a grimace mask came to Cheng Buzheng's stall.

Cheng Buzheng, who had long noticed the visitor, was also quite curious about whether the other party had the spiritual objects he needed.

However, according to his estimate, there is a high probability that there is a high probability.

Before, Cheng Buzheng did not believe that the monk who visited his stall did not pay attention.

certainly!

There is also a great possibility. The other party, like the previous monk, wanted to trade his treasures with other spiritual objects.

Anyway, the answer should be revealed soon!

So although Cheng Buzheng was a little curious, he was not very anxious.

soon!

The thin figure glanced around in front of Cheng Buzheng's stall and said lightly:

"Fellow Daoist, how do you trade these spiritual materials?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his white fingers and pointed at the five small wooden signs on the stall!

Hearing words.

Cheng Buzheng looked in the direction the other party’s finger was going.
To be continued...