Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Seeing that Fang Chen was not fooled, the other party quickly stood up and said: "Brother, wait a minute, you can negotiate the price."

Fang Chen ignored him. He hated this kind of unconscious merchant the most. The cinnabar, talisman paper, and even the writing brushes he sold were all common in Longjifang.

The extravagant talk the other party said was just to boost his own self-esteem.

Not long after, Fang Chen came not far from the old woman's door, sat down slowly, and directly took out ten powerful talismans, divine walking talismans, and diamond talismans to sell.

The old woman's business was relatively deserted. When she saw so many talismans placed in front of Fang Chen, a flash of surprise suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she couldn't help but ask:

"Little brother, these talismans cost you a lot of effort, right?"

"Yeah, it took me a whole year to put it together."

Fang Chen smiled and nodded.

"One year? It's a bit of a waste. It's better to put this time into practice."

The old woman shook her head slightly, but her eyes always fell on the talismans, with a hint of greed flashing in her eyes from time to time.

These talismans are worth a lot of money.

If you sell them all, you can almost get a magic weapon with three soul seals.

Soon, a customer from Fang Chen's side came forward to inquire. The price given by Fang Chen was very uniform, two low-grade spiritual stones for one piece.

Although the process of making divine walking talismans and diamond talismans was somewhat difficult, he had observed that there were only two low-grade spiritual stones for talismans of his quality.

Some people seemed to be short of money after asking, shook their heads and left.

Someone bought several of them at once after asking.

In less than half a day, the talismans in front of Fang Chen have been sold out, which shows that talismans are hard currency in the eyes of these monks.

"If it were a purple lightning talisman, the price would probably have doubled several times."

Fang Chen thought secretly in his heart.

However, no one is selling this item in this market, which means that it is still very rare and precious. Naturally, he will not sell it and attract the prying eyes of some powerful people.

The old woman's business was too deserted, and she only earned two or three low-grade spiritual stones in half a day, but she had just spent dozens of them, so when she saw Fang Chen's huge income, the greed in her eyes became more and more intense.

"Close the stall, close the stall."

Fang Chen smiled lightly, smiled at the old woman, stood up and left.

The old woman's eyes moved slightly, seeing her deserted business and shy pocket, she couldn't help but look at Fang Chen, a faint coldness flashed in her eyes.

Fang Chen did not leave directly, but continued to visit Longji Square and bought a writing brush, some cinnabar and yellow talisman paper, spending a total of five low-grade spiritual stones.

He calculated and found that he still had sixty-eight low-grade spiritual stones left on his body. His net worth was considered average among the group of monks around him.

"Tempering bone pills, ten low-grade spiritual stones for one piece. Don't think this thing is cheap, but it is really rare. Don't miss it when you pass by."

A stall owner yelled.

The passing monk stopped to take a look and couldn't help but laugh: "This thing is indeed rare. It has no other use than to increase the strength of the muscles and bones. I don't know what alchemist can make this bone tempering pill. It is very good for those warriors to take it. We These monks won’t do much good after eating them.”

Monks rarely choose to engage in close combat with others, and spiritual power can also strengthen bones and marrow unknowingly. Bone Tempering Pills are very useless to monks.

Let alone ten low-grade spiritual stones, not many monks would even take a look at twenty of them, unless they were purchased for their own followers.

But... in the eyes of the monks, warriors are just servants who do some chores on weekdays and do not need to fight against enemies, so there are very few buyers.

Spiritual stones are so precious, how can they be used on useless people?

"Brother, how many bone-tempering pills do you have?"

Fang Chen asked casually.

"It's not much, what do you want?"

The stall owner glanced at Fang Chen and saw that there were no martial arts followers around him. He couldn't help but frown, thinking that Fang Chen was here to tease him.

"I want some. There are many warriors in my cave. It's just right to give them this as a reward."

Fang Chen smiled.

Cave?

The eyes of many people around him moved slightly. A monk who could own a cave must have a good background. When the old woman who had been hanging in the distance heard this, a flash of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

"It's easy to say, I spent a lot of money to buy these bone-tempering pills. Each one contains ten low-grade spiritual stones. I have a total of one hundred here. Brother, do you want them all?"

The stall owner's eyes lit up.

He indeed spent a lot of money to buy twenty low-grade spiritual stones for one. If he sold them all, he would make a net profit of five low-grade spiritual stones!

"No more than that."

Fang Chen frowned slightly.

"It's okay, it's okay. How about I give my brother a little discount? In this way, I'll give you nine low-grade spiritual stones and these bone-tempering pills."

The stall owner said quickly.

He didn't want the cooked duck to fly away.

"Eight low-grade spiritual stones, I will pack them all, otherwise... ten of them would be enough."

Fang Chen pondered.

"Is this guy stupid and planning to buy so many bone-tempering pills for his disciples? Isn't it good to use eight low-grade spiritual stones for cultivation?"

"It's just used to buy magic weapons. If you add more, you can buy a soul seal magic weapon..."

There were whispers all around.

The stall owner was startled, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll just make a friend at a loss, and I'll give all these bone-tempering pills to my brother!"

He was afraid that Fang Chen would only buy ten bone-tempering pills in the end and throw the rest into his hands. It wouldn't hurt to make a small profit anyway. It didn't take much time to make a small profit anyway.

Happy transaction.

Fang Chen spent eight low-grade spiritual stones in exchange for a hundred bone-tempering pills, and then turned around and left calmly.

This kind of elixir is indeed useless to monks, but to warriors, it should be regarded as a rare product.

They thought that no monk would spend spirit stones for a warrior, but Fang Chen was just that kind of person. In his eyes, the importance of Tiema and others was not comparable to that of mere spirit stones.

Fang Chen returned to the carriage and immediately ordered:

"Let's go back the way we came."

Tiema nodded and drove away without saying much.

After Fang Chen left Longjifang, in addition to the old woman, two or three monks quietly followed him.

In the sky, Fang Chen's soul was looking at the figures below.

Except for the old woman, who is at the fourth level of Qi Refining, the other three are at the third level of Qi Refining, and the remaining two are all at the second level of Qi Refining. The three of them are in a group. They obviously have the same idea as the old woman. Both parties seem to be aware of it. But they were in perfect agreement and remained silent.

After the carriage traveled three hundred miles, the old woman and three others blocked the way.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking my young master's way?"

Tiema was veiled and his eyes were solemn. Fang Chen had already told him to call him Young Master outside, so as not to arouse suspicion from others.

"Little brother, I'm not greedy. I'll just ask you for forty low-grade spiritual stones and leave."

The old woman said with a half-smile.

"Hey, is it you?"

Fang Chen opened the curtain with a look of surprise on his face: "Old lady, do you want to borrow forty lower-grade spiritual stones from me?"

"It's asking, not borrowing."

The old woman smiled.

"We only need twenty lower-grade spiritual stones. A little less doesn't matter."

The three monks behind covered their faces and said in a low voice.

Fang Chen suddenly realized: "It turns out you are here to rob the Tao."