Yunmeng Peak

Chapter 47 Earth Rock Shield (for collection, follow up)
When the middle-aged man said this, Cheng Qifeng really felt a little strange. Just because the iron plate was so hard, he could imagine how powerful the magic weapon would be when it was complete.

Seeing the opportunity, the middle-aged monk quickly opened his mouth and said, "How about my little friend, this is a fragment of a third-order magic weapon. You only need a hundred spirit stones to get it."

Hearing the price, he persuaded Cheng Qifeng to dismiss, and quickly shook his head and refused, but he was still a little bit reluctant, and he held it in his hand for a long time and didn't put it down.

The shrewd middle-aged man looked at it, rolled his eyes, and pretended to be sad and said: "Fellow Taoist, what do you think the price is?"

Cheng Qifeng looked at the iron plate in his hand, and after thinking for a while, he figured out the price in his heart and said: "50 yuan of spirit stones, if you have too much, don't want it."

The middle-aged man lowered his head and gritted his teeth cruelly, then agreed. The deal between Cheng Qifeng and the middle-aged man had already been seen by many monks around.

Many monks looked at the middle-aged man's expression and whispered: "This old Huang, another kid has been fooled, and Lao Huang wants to make another fortune."

"Who said it wasn't? If it wasn't for those iron pieces that were incomplete third-order magical artifacts, this old Huang would have died countless times."

Most of the people around were acquainted with the middle-aged man selling iron sheets, so their voices were so low that Cheng Qifeng couldn't hear them at all, and the surrounding monks obviously had little relationship with Cheng Qifeng, and they didn't remind Cheng Qifeng.

Cheng Qifeng put the iron sheet into the storage bag and there was no more, turned around and walked elsewhere, constantly thinking about the lifeless iron sheet and sighed secretly: "I don't know if the fifty spirit stone flowers are worth it, go back and ask Uncle Xianglin."

And the middle-aged cultivator who set up the stall looked at the boy's back and smiled secretly, and whispered to himself: "It's another big fat sheep."

Then he took out the same black iron sheet from the storage bag, but the shape was different.

Cheng Qifeng walked and looked at the items on the stalls around him. After browsing for half a stick of incense, he didn't see any good things, and said to himself: "They are all low-level spiritual things."

Not long after, Cheng Qifeng saw a lot of people surrounded by a booth, and then he saw through the cracks of the people that the crowd was surrounded by a white-haired old man, and there was a young girl sitting beside the old man, which made Cheng Qifeng very curious .

In a blink of an eye, he lowered his head and looked at the objects on his booth. He was taken aback. There were more than a dozen second-tier magical artifacts, and none of them were low-grade artifacts. Take a breath.

Cheng Qifeng looked at the white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, and sighed secretly: "If all these instruments are sold, at least thousands of spirit stones can be sold, this old man dares to be so open on the ground, I am afraid that he is not strong enough weak."

After thinking about it, Cheng Qifeng detected the terrifying aura of the old man sitting cross-legged.

"Same as Uncle Xiangshun, practicing Qi at the nine levels of Dzogchen."

And when Cheng Qifeng's spiritual sense detected the old man, no one noticed that the cross-legged old man shook his eyelids slightly.

If it weren't for the terrifying aura of the ninth level of Qi training that the old man exuded, I am afraid that many casual cultivators would be willing to take the risk and grab a fortune. After all, it is worth thousands of spirit stones. If any Qi training monk has such a fortune Lingshi, I am afraid it can be used for decades.

Cheng Qifeng, who was going to buy the magic weapon, kept scanning the magic weapon on the booth, and suddenly his eyes were fixed and brightened.

Squeezing forward, he cupped his hands towards a human-sized shield-shaped magic weapon that the old man had spread out and asked, "Senior, how do you sell this defensive magic weapon?"

The cute little girl next to the old man heard someone asking the price, and immediately smiled on her face, and said happily: "Grandpa finally has someone to ask the price. This group of people have been watching for a long time, but no one came to buy."

The white-haired old man patted her on the head after hearing this, while the surrounding monks blushed when they heard the little girl's unintentional words. If it weren't for the old man next to the girl who was at the ninth level of Qi training, those monks would have arrested her long ago. The little girl was beaten up.

The white-haired old man said calmly: "200 Yuan Lingshi, if there is less, don't sell it, buy it now."

Cheng Qifeng was a little dissatisfied with the price. You must know that a second-order high-grade magic weapon is generally around [-] or [-] spirit stones.

For no reason, there were more than 30 spirit stones, but it took Cheng Qifeng several months to earn them back.

There was reluctance in his eyes, but he liked this magic weapon quite a bit. After thinking about it for a while, he asked, "Is the price of this magic weapon too high, senior?"

The old man was a little impatient with this, and said in a bad tone: "My earth-rock shield is made from the whole turtle shell of the second-level high-grade monster earth-rock turtle, and a few pieces of earth spirit crystals are added to it. After refining, it has extremely Strong defensive power, if it wasn't for a mistake in refining, it would be only half a step away from becoming a second-order top-grade magic weapon, if it wasn't for the urgent need for spirit stones, I wouldn't sell them so cheap!"

Hearing what the old man said, Cheng Qifeng was a little hesitant, thinking to himself: "A second-tier high-grade magic weapon that is close to the second-level top-grade top-grade magic weapon only sells for 50 spirit stones, which is quite cheap. I bought [-] yuan of spirit stones, so once I buy them, there will not be many spirit stones."

"Due to alchemy in the past two years, the cultivation level has not been improved. I wanted to save some spiritual stones to rent and practice in the cave for a while. The shield is still of the same grade, if you miss it next time, it may be difficult to meet."

After thinking for a while, Cheng Qifeng sighed: "Oh!"

So he made up his mind to buy the shield-shaped magic weapon.

Seeing the young boy in front of him, the monks around took out two hundred spirit stones, and all started talking.

A discerning person can tell that this kid is not a casual cultivator, a tall and thin cultivator looked enviously, and whispered: "This kid is young, but he has a lot of spirit stones, and I don't know which family came out to experience it. "

Many attentive monks around saw the cyan gown worn by Cheng Qifeng, and then realized: "That kid seems to be wearing the long gown of Yunmeng Cheng."

"It really is!"

Cheng Qifeng couldn't help being a little annoyed when he heard the voices of discussion around him. He was still being talked about when he bought something. After paying for the Lingshi in a hurry, he withdrew.

After paying the two hundred spirit stones, Cheng Qifeng's heart was bleeding, and the old man sitting cross-legged on the ground, the slightly squinted old man, looked at Cheng Qifeng's back walking away with brilliance in his eyes, and there was a strange flash in his cloudy eyes, He whispered to himself, "Yunmeng Cheng's family?"

Cheng Qifeng, who was walking on the road, was constantly struggling in his heart. He was still reluctant to spend the spirit stone he had saved for two years so easily.

Cheng Qifeng said to himself: "It's really easy to spend money, but hard to make money!"

Cheng Qifeng, who didn't have many spirit stones on him, didn't return to Yundan Pavilion, and kept wandering around in the west district, acting as a "street slipper", only looking but not buying.

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