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Wang Yuan is very satisfied with his newly learned footwork. Not only has his speed improved a lot, but his flexibility has also increased a lot. I believe that with his continuous practice, there is still room for improvement.

This distress reminded Wang Yuan that he must always be vigilant in another world, and it seems that he must first strengthen his own strength. It is good to have lofty goals, but first of all, he must live long enough, and the capital The original accumulation of life is naked and bloody. Without a strong self, it becomes an accumulation for others.

I had a good sleep, it was the first time I killed someone, and I still dreamed that Qin Yan came to him to seek revenge and claim his life, but Wang Yuan killed Qin Yan again in the dream, I don't know if it was the belief brought about by the strong desire, In the dream, Wang Yuan was not very afraid.

After waking up in the morning, Wang Yuan went out of the city again after tidying up. He still wanted to go to Wangshan Market, where many monks gathered and there were many opportunities. It was very friendly to people like him who were not yet rich.

After leaving the city gate, Wang Yuan learned his lesson and joined a group of seven or eight monks. These people were also gathered together, so he didn't have to worry about being tricked.Besides, because today is the last day of the market, there are many monks going out of the city, so there is no problem with safety.

Wang Yuan listened carefully to everyone's chat, and found that there was no problem related to the discovery of a certain monk's death. Thinking about it, let alone the place where his body was buried was relatively remote and no one would find it. Even if someone did find it, no one would care. In this world, a casual cultivator in the qi refining period cannot arouse anyone's interest at all.

After walking for less than half an hour, the Wangshan Market arrived. Probably because he had learned the Ghost Wind Walk, Wang Yuan didn't feel tired at all.

Looking down from a high place, there is a large river beach, about ten acres of land, which is now crowded with densely packed stalls.Because the Wangshan Market is very famous, and many monks who come out of the million mountains will directly take out their trophies to trade, so it attracts many monks from afar. Among the monks who come to the Wangshan Market, Julong’s local The monks in the city only account for a small part, so the scale can be so large.

Wang Yuan walked on. This market is divided into regions, mainly according to cultivation level. After all, it is a waste of time to trade people's foundation building, Jindan and you refining Qi together. Of course, there are no real restrictions on this region. You have to think that you can trade in places with high cultivation bases, so you can go there, but ordinary monks are still very conscious, so why mess with those high cultivation bases if you have nothing to do?It's really slapped to death and there is no reason to reason.Of course, there is no tradition of killing at will in the practice world, and killing people for no reason will be punished by the monk alliance.

Wang Yuan went to the Qi refining area and started his treasure hunting trip, but after an hour, he only found a broken jade ornament and a dry spiritual grass. The jade ornament was bought with five low-grade spirit stones and transformed It became twenty spirit points.The spirit grass was bought with three low-grade spirit stones, which were transformed into 25 spirit points.Although he made a lot of money, the speed is too slow, and the market will be gone tomorrow.

Someone shouted in the distance: "The newly discovered ancient tomb of the immortal in the depths of the mountain has all kinds of magic weapons, pills, exercises, and materials. Stomp your feet, come on, come on, come and grab it."

The yelling sound was not only powerful but also powerful. Wang Yuan was attracted by the yelling sound similar to the previous life for a moment, and walked over.

After walking not far, I saw a middle-aged monk, wearing a somewhat worn-out monk uniform, screaming hard there.Wang Yuan couldn't help smiling, and walked slowly.

"It's the same rhetoric every year, and I don't want to change it, it's annoying." Two monks passed by Wang Yuan, one of them said in a low voice.

"That's right, the voice is still so loud that people around can't do business. Don't you have any points for yourself? Look who goes to his stall, it's enough to deceive people, and it's so high-profile. Now, no one knows what he is like. There is nothing good..." The other person agreed, and the two walked away.

Sure enough, it was similar to what Wang Yuan had guessed. In a cultivating group like monks, such a loud voice meant that the level was very low.But Wang Yuan just remembered the market in his previous life, even though there was no one in front of the stall, he went straight to it.

"Hey, little brother, you have vision. Come and take a look. I have good things here. On the last day of today, I will give you a friendly price." When the middle-aged monk saw Wang Yuan in front of his stall, his eyes lit up. , quickly greeted.

Wang Yuan lowered his head and looked at this man's small stall. There were a few dry herbs that could not be named, a few dirty and black animal bones, and a large knife with almost only the handle left. device fragments.

Wang Yuan looked up at the middle-aged man and thought, where did you get the courage to sell so loudly?

"What? Little brother, I didn't like it. It's okay. We have good stuff here. I won't show it to ordinary people." Then he turned around and took out a bamboo basket, and took out things from the inside: "This is a mysterious martial skill. "Phoenix Fist."

Xuan level?

Wang Yuan felt that he needed to learn some self-defense skills, so he hurriedly took a jade slip handed over by the other party.

"I found incomplete Xuan-level middle-grade martial arts "Feng Xingquan". Because there are too many incomplete ones, I need 100 spiritual points to restore it to the incomplete and learnable state before I can learn it. Do you want to repair it?"

Wang Yuan was a little hesitant. The last time he learned the incomplete "Great Hunyuan Kungfu" was only 100 soul points. This martial skill only needs 100 soul points if it is repaired to the point where it can be learned. It's not worth it to learn it with almost 100 soul points.

Seeing Wang Yuan frowning while holding the jade slip, the middle-aged man said with a guilty conscience, "Although it's incomplete, it's a middle-grade Xuan-level martial skill. If you learn a little fur, you'll be better than Huang-level martial arts."

Wang Yuan rolled his eyes, thinking I was a fool.

Seeing Wang Yuan's expression, the middle-aged man chuckled, and hurriedly took out another unknown spirit beast skull from the basket, which was the size of a football: "The skull of Qingfeng wolf in the late stage of spirit level can refine top-grade magic weapons. Adding some high-quality materials has a chance to refine low-grade spirit weapons.

Wang Yuan took the skull, and the system voice came: "I found 1.5 spiritual points, do you want to charge it?"

Wang Yuan threw the skull on the other party's stall and rolled his eyes again.

"Hey hey..." The middle-aged monk smiled, not discouraged, he kept taking things out of the basket and handing them to Wang Yuan one by one.

System: "Discover 0.5 soul point, do you want to charge it?"

"I found 1 spiritual points, do you want to charge it?"

"I found 3 spiritual points, do you want to charge it?"

……

When some things came into Wang Yuan's hands, the system simply stopped making any sound.

Wang Yuan's patience was almost worn out, so he took a broken incense burner the size of a fist from the other party, and was about to throw it on the floor as well.

The mechanical voice of the system came: "I found 1 million spiritual points, do you want to charge it?"

Wang Yuan had already thrown the incense burner on the floor, and suddenly realized that what he heard seemed to be 1 million spiritual points, not 1 spiritual point.

Wang Yuan was a little over the top, and even felt that he was about to lose control of his emotions. Thinking about winning a prize of [-] million by picking tickets can be compared.

Trying to control his emotions, Wang Yuan picked up the censer again.

"I found 1 million spiritual points, will I charge it?"

Sure enough, it was really 1 million.