i have a monster ranch

Chapter 222 Uncle, what do you do?
As soon as the jade bone sword was in his hand, Qian Meng suddenly felt a force pouring into his body, and at the same time the spiritual power became more intense and active, and he blurted out: "What a magic weapon."

The big bone sword can increase strength and energy, so of course it feels good to start with.

Qian Meng made a sword blow, and then poured spiritual power into it. When he slashed the tip of the sword, a white light flashed, and the stone platform in front of him was scratched and opened a big hole.

"Huh"

This hand startled the surrounding crowd, and immediately their eyes lit up. This is not a medium-grade magic weapon. Its power is almost comparable to top-grade, and the material is stronger than peach wood swords and copper coin swords.

"Good sword."

After trying it, Qian Meng put the Jade Bone Sword back on the booth, he was tangled in excitement.

"Uncle, is it not to your liking?"

"Hey, this magic weapon is not common in this world, but I am used to using big swords, and I am not used to this Han sword."

Zhang Ziyu became curious when he heard this, because Qian Meng's move just now was indeed a wide open and close sword technique, not a light and agile sword technique, which is rare among practitioners.

So he asked curiously: "Uncle, what kind of business do you usually do?"

Qian Meng rolled his eyes, everyone is a cultivator, so what business can they do?
"Serious business, in our area to fight demons and eliminate demons, earn a little money to support yourself. Xiao Daochang, do you have a magic weapon like a ghost knife?"

Qian Meng was just asking. After all, most of the magical weapons were sword-style, but he didn't really place his hopes on it. He was already rummaging through the pile of jade bone swords to find a wider sword.

"Ghost knife?"

Zhang Ziyu narrowed his eyes, this thing is not the executioner's belongings, and looking at Qian Meng's figure and aura, it seems that he really has the feeling of an executioner.

"You don't need to guess, Xiao Daoist. My ancestors were executioners. In my father's generation, I recognized a master and entered the world of cultivation."

Qian Meng was generous and grinned.

Zhang Ziyu shook his head and said, "I don't have a ghost knife, but why don't you try this?"

He handed the pistol to Qian Meng, and Qian Meng was stunned for a moment: "Isn't this a pistol? It's also a magic weapon."

"Read the instructions carefully."

Qian Meng looked at the words Zhang Ziyu listed before, and was taken aback: "Are you serious?"

"Of course, Maoshan products must be high-quality products."

Daoist Qianhe was hesitant to speak, he wanted to tell his nephew that it was not good to use the name of the teacher like this?

But thinking about the craftsmanship of my nephew, I still hold back, it is indeed a fine product, and it seems to be no problem to use it.

"Don't try the old money?"

The curiosity of the people around was clearly aroused, and they were not as careless as Qian Meng, who didn't take a closer look at the products.

Just now, many people have already gone through all the products, and their hearts have already set off turbulent waves.

They had never heard of Xiaoyinxue Peiyuan Pill, Zidan Forging Body Pill, Giant Monster Potion, and Healing Potion, but the effects of these four medicines all attracted them.

But the thing about the pill is really hard to verify, it's better to look at the evidence of the magic weapon first.

The magic weapon is also amazing, especially the pair of spears and the black armor.

Qian Meng was not polite, picked up the black gun to input spiritual power, and then bang bang two shots, two lightning bolts shot out instantly, hitting a futon 30 meters away, and the lightning flashed in an instant.

"Good power."

"This is Maoshan's palm thunder?!"

Someone with good eyesight saw that this thunderbolt was somewhat similar to the palm thunder, but it was precisely because of this that they were even more shocked.

If the input of spiritual power can launch the palm thunder, then wouldn't ordinary talismans be useless?
Gan!
Several people who were going to sell talismans at this fair changed their faces. They were not masters of talismans, and the talismans they made roughly had the same power. Now that they had this thing, their gains would be much less.

"rumble"

Qian Meng fired a few more shots, his face paled a little, and then he stopped.

It still consumes a lot of power to shoot the palm mine from the black gun. After a few shots, he himself, a guy with the first level of foundation building, has already consumed a quarter of his spiritual power, so there is no need to continue to try.

The high consumption is not the shortcoming of the black gun. Qian Meng admits that the high consumption is due to his lack of strength, and it has nothing to do with the black gun.

"Uncle, how do you feel? Do you want a ghost knife?"

"What kind of ghost knife, did I say I want to pass the ghost knife? I want this black gun, and the Taoist leader can just call me Qian Meng. How can I change this black gun?"

Qian Meng had the cheek to ask the price, as if the ancestral ghost knife skills were going to be replaced by the pistol skills.

Also, what man can resist the pleasure of a handjob?
Zhang Ziyu pointed to the words he had carved, which had already been written on it earlier.

"Two plants of Black Gun's 100-year-old medicinal materials, 50-year-old medicinal materials, or cultivation materials equivalent to this value, you can show them to me for evaluation. Useful prescriptions, classics, and secret techniques can be estimated at a premium."

"hiss"

Everyone gasped, the century-old medicinal materials were not easy to find, and few of them had them.

At this time, they went to take a closer look at other products, such as a bottle of 30-year-old medicinal materials for Xiaoyinxue Peiyuan Pill, a bottle of 40-year-old medicinal materials for Giant Monster Elixir, a bottle of 80-year-old medicinal materials for Zidan Exercise Pill, or four 50-year-old medicinal materials.

The magic weapon is more expensive, a piece of 50-year-old medicinal materials for the giant python inner armor, a jade bone sword is also about 80 years old, and a three-piece set of tyrant armor, each of which is also a 30-year-old medicinal material and a 300-year-old medicinal material. At least [-]-year-old medicinal materials, the price is tens of thousands of oceans in the world, and there is still no market for the price.

The more difficult part of bartering is the conversion of value. Zhang Ziyu simply uses the bulk of his own consumption, that is, the medicinal materials as the value to measure, but he has set a standard.

But seeing this standard makes people feel a chill in their hearts. It's so expensive to buy a good shot.

They have more or less medicinal materials in their hands, but if they really want to take out medicinal materials that have a hundred-year potency all at once, it would be like farts, almost all of them are the bottom of the box.

For a while, many people retreated, and some people smiled bitterly: "Maoshan products are really high-quality products, but we have no capital for this transaction."

Some people know the goods and don't think the price is outrageous. Expensive is expensive, but taking the black gun as an example, it is equivalent to a long-lasting palm mine. This thing is more powerful than ordinary high-grade magic weapons. Isn't it worth the price?
Some people secretly think about what they should change, and they can't change the magic weapon, but it's not that they can't take off the Xiaoyinxue Peiyuan Pill or the troll potion.

Of course, some people's eyes were red, and they said bitterly: "Maoshan is really a big school, things are so expensive, how can there be a premium for classics and secret arts, why is there not enough things in Maoshan to learn?"

As soon as these words came out, the distance between the people around and the mean and thin-faced monk immediately opened. Zhang Ziyu's face was slightly cold, and when he looked over, there was a flash of lightning in his eyes, full of deterrence, which shocked the man.

"Why do you have an opinion on our Maoshan?"

As soon as the words came out, the man's face turned pale, and he only subconsciously said sour words, but Zhang Ziyu would listen to it, but now he really wanted to make him choke, but he didn't dare, and for a moment his dingy appearance was revealed, holding back It took a long time before he said: "I'm just talking, it's a misunderstanding."

"The things are here, with clearly marked prices. If you have any questions, you can not buy them, and if you are not sure, you can discuss them. As for the classics and secret arts, you know that the knowledge of the previous generations is the foundation of our generation of cultivators. Why not exchange them at a premium? "

Zhang Ziyu's tone was indifferent, looking at the monks around, he said, "I'm not talented in the small way, but I just like reading books. If there are classics and secret arts that I'm willing to part with, I won't treat you badly."

If people treat him kindly, Zhang Ziyu will naturally be kind to others.

Others are not as good as this thin-faced monk, but Zhang Ziyu doesn't show any face, and of course he won't humble himself.

"Knowledge is the foundation of a cultivator's life. This is a good saying!"

(End of this chapter)