Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

"One hundred spirit stones? Still the same price?"

After hearing this, Wei Hong's mouth twitched slightly.

This was a bit more expensive than he expected, and the price couldn't be negotiated.

It's just that this soul-exploding secret technique is something he must win. In this case, he simply won't talk nonsense.

"Senior, then, you said that one hundred spirit stones for the Explosive Spirit Secret Technique is no problem, but for the Aoki Winding Technique and the Flowing Light Sword Technique combined, I will bid you one hundred and eighty. If you agree, I will take all three spells. If you don't agree, I will Then give up!”

Although Wei Hong's face remained calm, there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

Obviously, he was also making his bottom line clear to the elderly stall owner.

The old stall owner narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Wei Hong twice, then suddenly smiled and said: "Haha, okay, then according to the price you said, the three spells will cost a total of 280 spirit stones."

Such a price is not low, so the old stall owner naturally has no reason to refuse.

Seeing that the old stall owner agreed to come down, Wei Hong was overjoyed.

"Okay, senior, I don't have that many spiritual stones on hand. Can I give you the rest in talismans?"

Wei Hong looked at the old stall owner with a smile while taking out the money.

He worked hard for a month to raise funds.

Not only did he draw talismans every day and night, but he also took on a lot of formation tasks.

Today, Wei Hong has more than 300 spiritual stones and dozens of first-level middle-grade talismans on his body.

Naturally, he couldn't pay it all off with spiritual stones alone, so he needed to barter with talismans.

The old stall owner nodded and said: "Of course you can, but your talisman needs to be verified by me before it can be traded, and the price of the talisman can only be calculated at 90% of the market price."

Bartering is allowed, but the price is usually 10% higher.

Wei Hong also understood this and nodded to indicate that there was no problem.

Then he first took out one hundred and eighty spiritual stones, and then took out more than forty talismans and handed them to the old stall owner.

The old stall owner was not polite and immediately started checking.

After a while, the old stall owner looked up at Wei Hong: "No problem, these are first-level middle-grade talismans. Calculated according to 90% of the market price, each one counts as two spirit stones and twenty broken spirits. What do you have here? Forty-five talismans, the total is one hundred spirit stones."

"Well, adding these spiritual stones is just enough!"

"Hey, take a look too!"

After putting away the spirit stones and talismans, the old stall owner readily took out three jade slips and handed them to Wei Hong.

Wei Hong was even less polite. He took the jade slip and started to look at it.

After a while, he opened his eyes with satisfaction: "Haha, yes, there is no problem with the spell. In that case, senior, our deal is considered completed."

The old stall owner nodded and said no more, and Wei Hong also put away the jade slips and left.

At this point, Wei Hong has basically got everything he wants to buy.

Originally, he wanted to see magical weapons such as spiritual shields, but now he has no idea at all.

Because just to buy those few spells, Wei Hong spent more than 300 spirit stones, plus dozens of first-level mid-grade talismans, which almost wiped out his entire net worth, making him impoverished again.

So now let alone spiritual shields, he can't even afford spiritual rice and monster meat.

"Hey, spirit stones, if you lose them, you can earn them again. These spells, especially the spirit-exploding secret technique, are not easy to come across. If you miss them, they will be hard to find!"

Wei Hong didn't care at all about the current situation of poverty.

On the contrary, when he thought about the several spells he had just acquired, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy.

As long as he successfully cultivates all those spells and uses vitality points to add their realms, his combat power will skyrocket again and his safety will be greatly improved.

When he thought of this, Wei Hong truly felt that this trade fair was indeed a worthwhile trip.

"Let's go shopping again. This fair only happens once a year, so don't take a good look at it!"

Wei Hong put away his things and started wandering around with the idea of ​​gaining knowledge.

This time, the stalls he passed along the way would make him stop. If he encountered something he was interested in, he would look at it for a while. Even if he didn't buy it, he would touch it or inquire about it.

At this time, Wei Hongzheng stood up from a stall.

When I looked up, I suddenly saw more than ten monks gathering at a stall not far ahead.

Scenes like this can be seen almost everywhere at trade fairs, but the difference is that among the more than ten monks, only four people actually bought things, and they were four young monks wearing standard robes.

Except for these four young monks, the other seven or eight people just followed the four people, looking like followers, which seemed to have a certain class distinction.

Wei Hong looked at it carefully, then his face changed slightly and he said secretly: "An outer disciple of Qingyun Sect?"

Obviously, the four of them should be the talented disciples of the Qingyun Sect's outer sect. You can tell by looking at the standard robes they are wearing. The Qingyun Sect's logo is obviously on the cuffs.

The few people behind them looked like they were either followers or servants. They were obviously of low status. They were all full of flattery and fawning. They looked like typical bastards at first glance.

The most important thing is that those losers are very good at taking advantage of others. When their master is shopping, they warn the surrounding monks not to get close with arrogance and indifference, perfectly portraying two extremely opposite faces.

The four young geniuses from the outer sect of the Qingyun Sect didn't care about the looks of the monks around them. They all maintained a proud and aloof posture, and occasionally looked around, with disdain and contempt hidden in their eyes.

The four of them did not go near the stall, but casually sent a follower to talk to the stall owner.

None of these four people concealed their cultivation. One had reached the eighth level of Qi training, and the other three were all at the seventh level of Qi training. The auras on their bodies were all extremely condensed, far beyond what ordinary casual cultivators could compare with.

Wei Hong was not far away and heard a few words of conversation.

"Fellow Taoist, how do you sell this flying sword?"

"If you really want it, give me eighteen hundred spirit stones!"

"Eighteen hundred spiritual stones? It's not expensive. What about this golden flame stone?"

"The gold flame stone is priced at nine hundred spirit stones."

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The stall owner in front of the four Qingyun Sect Outer Sect Tianjiao is a burly middle-aged man. The aura he displays seems to have reached the peak of Qi training, and is much stronger than the four people in front of him. Therefore, when facing the four Qingyun Sect, The genius outside the door seems neither humble nor arrogant.

As for the first flying sword that the eighth-level qi-training prodigy asked about, it should be a first-class magic weapon, otherwise it would not have been sold for the high price of 1,800 spirit stones. Such a price simply set a new record for Wei. Hong’s understanding of prices.

"Eighteen hundred spirit stones? Just buy a flying sword?"

"Hey, what kind of net worth is this??"

Even if he was just watching from the sidelines, Wei Hong couldn't help but be frightened by their conversation.