A treasure map every day, I dig for treasure and revitalize my family

The style of the spiritual boat was not outstanding, but it was similar to the one that the Han family had once owned, only of a slightly higher grade.

There was a small flag on the bow, with the word "Feng" written in black on a yellow background.

Han Tianming then thought of the private spiritual boat that he had seen in the treasure map, which sailed from the north to the northeast and disappeared after only showing its face for a moment.

Could it be that all of them came here?

Han Tianming watched the spiritual boat enter the port, and several people got off the spiritual boat, while Han Tianming followed and watched from a distance.

The six people in the group were led by an old man who looked a little sad, followed by three men and two women, none of whom were young, but middle-aged.

The old man had the highest cultivation level, but he was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Among the five people behind him, the one with the highest cultivation level was a middle-aged beautiful woman, who was at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

As for the other four people, their cultivation levels were not much different, three at the sixth level of Qi Refining and one at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

"If we can buy the Yin-Yang Flag this time, our Feng family will be saved, and we don't have to worry about the invasion of predators anymore..."

Although the voices of several people were low, they could not be hidden from Han Tianming in the distance. He heard it clearly and only then knew that those flags were originally called Yin-Yang Flags.

But at the same time, he couldn't help shaking his head.

I just think that the Feng family is too naive. If they buy the Yin-Yang Flag, they can really get protection. I'm afraid the price is not something that a small Qi Refining family can afford.

No matter what force the Yin-Yang Flag comes from, providing protection to people at this time is tantamount to digging for food in the mouth of predators.

Let's not talk about which force is stronger or weaker than the Jie Tian Dao, and how great the risk of snatching food from the tiger's mouth is.

Just say that when the Bi Cang Mountain is unable to provide protection and everyone in the surrounding seas is in danger, the value of a Yin-Yang Flag may be enough to be hyped up to the sky.

How much savings can a Qi Refining family have?

Not long after, Han Tianming saw several people being stopped.

Those people were dressed in black and white robes, almost blending into the surrounding environment.

They seemed to be asking for an entrance fee.

Then the old man in the lead said in a lost voice:

"One thousand low-grade spirit stones per person?"

"Wasn't it only one hundred a year ago?"

Han Tianming understood clearly that this place charged an entrance fee, and each person had to pay one thousand low-grade spirit stones.

It was indeed very expensive. You have to know that the Han family's annual savings in the past were barely worth one thousand low-grade spirit stones.

Although the Feng family's situation was definitely better than the Han family, I'm afraid it was not much better.

In the end, only the old man entered the city among the group.

If all six people went in, I'm afraid there would not be many spirit stones left.

Then, Han Tianming walked to the entrance and paid a thousand low-grade spirit stones.

The gatekeeper handed him a token and let Han Tianming enter.

The gate was extremely wide and looked almost like a doorway under an overpass.

But the moment he stepped into it, Han Tianming felt a sense of exploration.

But it could not shine through the Star Robe, and it automatically recovered the token in Han Tianming's hand when it was scanned.

Stepping into the door, another world suddenly appeared.

Although the architectural style is the same as the view from the outside, it looks more tall and prosperous when facing the towering attics.

Even in the middle of the night, the streets are still crowded with people.

When he got here, Han Tianming keenly realized that these buildings seemed to be wrapped by some kind of power.

The spiritual consciousness cannot be easily scanned into it, and forcible invasion will inevitably alarm some people.

After the old man of the Feng family entered the gate, he disappeared.

Presumably he has his own place, but Han Tianming came to this place for the first time and was confused for a while.

So he decided to follow the treasure map and go to the purple treasure place to have a look.

Then Han Tianming walked straight in one direction, and he didn't know where this road led to.

The further we walked, the smaller the crowd became. In the end, we could not see anyone.

The lights around us gradually dimmed. As we went deeper, the attics on both sides were still there, but no one was lighting the lights.

It gave people a sense of desolation. Han Tianming ran into a cloud of fog, and suddenly a voice came:

"Ghost market ahead, a thousand spirit stones!"

The moment he entered the fog, Han Tianming saw two people covered in black cloaks.

Standing on both sides of the road, like guards.

Han Tianming threw a storage bag, and the man caught it. When it touched his own storage bag, the thousand spirit stones in it instantly changed places.

Then he returned the empty storage bag to Han Tianming.

Han Tianming took it and continued to walk forward. After passing a dark gatehouse, he passed through the thick fog.

There was a faint scornful laugh behind him, which was nothing more than "a fool", "you are going to be slaughtered", "you don't even know to wear a cloak when you come to the ghost market".

He ignored it. At this moment, a strange street appeared in front of him.

The buildings on both sides were dilapidated and dark, but they were all hung with vermilion lanterns. There were countless stalls on both sides of the street.

The sellers were dressed almost the same, covered in wide cloaks, so that people could not see their faces and figures.

The things sold on the stalls were also very strange.

Bottles and jars, broken calligraphy and paintings, dried medicinal materials, unknown bones, broken forbidden tools, etc.

Even on a certain stall, Han Tianming saw a scarlet human skull.

Following the instructions, Han Tianming walked to a stall.

Behind the stall, there was a middle-aged man sitting. He was not wearing a black cloak.

The things on the stalls were mostly various magic tools, and they all seemed to be made by the same person.

Han Tianming felt that the person in front of him seemed to be a weapon refiner.

Seeing someone coming, the middle-aged man raised his eyelids, and was a little surprised when he saw that Han Tianming was not wearing a cloak.

He said: "Take a look, they are all top-quality magic weapons."

Han Tianming picked up a golden bell magic weapon at random. The material was ordinary, made of second-level low-grade Liuyun gold.

The grade of the magic weapon was not high, but only second-level middle-grade.

Han Tianming shook it gently, and the sound was crisp and pleasant, so he asked:

"How much is this bell?"

"Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones."

Han Tianming looked at him like a fool, a second-level middle-grade magic weapon, selling for ten thousand low-grade spirit stones.

Crazy for money?

So he turned around and walked to the opposite side of the stall.

The items on the opposite stall looked more shabby.

Unlike the various magic weapons on the opposite side that were shining with gold, the items on this stall were all broken items.

The boss was wrapped in a cloak, and his appearance and figure could not be seen clearly.

Han Tianming seemed to pick up a copper bell that was full of cracks and almost broken, and turned to the middle-aged man and said loudly:

"Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones, I would rather buy this broken one than your thing!"

As he said that, regardless of the middle-aged man's angry eyes, he threw a storage bag containing ten thousand low-grade spirit stones to the boss.

Unexpectedly, an old voice came from under the cloak:

"Thirty thousand..."