Comprehension Dragon Soul

Although among mortals, there is a person with the bones of a monk, and this person is finally discovered by others, and finally successfully stepped into the door of cultivation - the probability of this is almost one in three thousand, but Yan Guo as The most powerful empire among the nearby countries has a large border, and the number of monks it owns is not very small.

Especially when these monks are concentrated in one place, there are more of them.

This small monk market, when you really want to find someone or something, it looks extraordinarily large.Si Minglang's heart was pounding with excitement. Ao Rui was a real dragon who was born and raised 8000 years ago. Even he was interested, so it must be an extraordinary treasure!

Xiaolong couldn't tell how excited he was, and his emotional expression in this regard seemed very restrained.Every time they passed a fork in the road, Ao Rui would flick his tail and tell Si Minglang which direction they should go, patted Si Minglang's left chest, which means left, and right chest, which means go right.

Only the sound of the little dragon's tail slapping his chest gave away a little bit of Ao Rui's excitement.

Such fun things never existed 8000 years ago.To be honest, 8000 years ago, among the native human races in Yanshui Realm, there were not many monks who could attain the Tao. At that time, it was the world of the Spirit Race.

One person, one dragon, twisting and turning, came to the edge of the entire market.The stalls here are all low-level monks, and those who can own storage bags are considered to be doing well among these people.In the eyes of outsiders, Si Minglang's cultivation level at the third level of Qi training is exactly the same as these people's cultivation level, but judging by his clothes and age, Si Minglang's talent is obviously higher than theirs by more than one level.

At the moment, these monks can't care less about envying the young Si Minglang. A small half of them are staring at one part of the booth. It is a man with a really ordinary appearance, and his temperament is even a bit slippery. There is a bamboo pole with a flag on it, and there are four large characters written on the flag: "The iron mouth is straight and broken".I also want to know what occupation this monk usually uses to make a living.

But his flag is nothing ordinary. The bamboo pole is a good storage tool. It is not as small as the storage ring, but it is much better than the storage bag. It is probably the only one among these low-end monks. up.When Si Minglang arrived in front of his booth, he was still taking out all kinds of things that could only be described as tattered from the bamboo poles. The shopkeepers around looked at his actions and were more or less envious. Magic storage tool!

By this time, Si Minglang had no choice but to admire Ao Rui's keen spiritual sense. This man had just arrived at the market, and he just took out the thing. Ao Rui immediately discovered it, and it was still such a long distance away. , with the breath of so many other things mixed in, this ability is really amazing.

After finding the place where the treasure is, how to buy it from the ignorant stall owner is another test, especially this kind of monk who walks the street looking for a picture. They are better at observing words and expressions than ordinary monks. If he behaves improperly, he will lose his share in the designation of that thing.The stall owner didn't want to sell it to him, as long as there was a quarrel, other people who knew the goods would naturally find out.Even if he really smashed this thing down with a spirit stone at that time, the excitement and joy of picking up the leak would no longer be there.

Pretending to be attracted by the magic weapon of space in the cultivator's hand, until he got very close, the stall owner called out: "Is there anything you like about this fellow Taoist?" Si Minglang looked like he had just woken up , smiled awkwardly, cupped his hands and said, "Sorry, I'm sorry." It has to be said that Si Minglang's current age adds a bit of credibility to his words.

The stall owner grinned: "It's okay, it's okay, the style of this magic weapon is indeed relatively rare. If this fellow Taoist likes it, I will sell all sixty low-grade spirit stones, this bamboo pole and the things inside it to you." How are you?"

Two points of shock appeared on Si Minglang's face: "Sixty low-grade spirit stones?" He secretly groaned in his heart, this stall owner was even more scheming than he imagined.Rootless and bottomless casual practice, the biggest trouble is that there is no place to get spirit stones, but spirit stones still have a lot of effects on cultivation, so in casual practice, using spirit stones to trade materials is very popular.For monks who have sects and can obtain spirit stones stably, it will be cheaper to buy with spirit stones in the hands of casual cultivators than to exchange materials for things.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, there were sixty spirit stones!This is too deceitful.Like a standard low-level storage ring, the market price is [-] low-grade spirit stones, which can store about ten cubic meters of things, while a simple storage magic weapon like a storage bag only needs ten spirit stones. The space is only about one cubic meter.Such a magic weapon looks cool, but in fact the space is not much larger than the storage bag, and it is not very convenient to carry it. In fact, it is a bit useless, with a maximum of forty spirit stones.Opening the mouth is sixty spirit stones, it is too black-hearted!

Si Minglang felt as if he was getting an electric shock. He took the pieces of rotten iron that he was about to look at just now, and threw them back into the pile of things. He glanced at the black-hearted stall owner, stood up and was about to leave.The stall owner hurriedly pulled him, and said with a smile: "Hey, don't worry, it's not good for young people to be so impatient. This treasure is something I have treasured for a long time. I only sell it so expensive when I have feelings. The rest , My old man Sun has always been innocent in business." This fat sheep looks like a little fool who has just gone out to practice for a long time. If he doesn't kill him, who will he kill?

Under the efforts of the stall owner's three-inch tongue, Si Minglang stayed with a reluctant look, glanced at the stall owner's things, and then subconsciously glanced at the stalls next to him. At a glance, it seems that they are more interested in their things.The stall owner desperately recommended it to Si Minglang. This cheat book is a cheat book that allows people to cultivate to the foundation building smoothly. Even if you don't modify the cultivation method, it's good to take it back as a reference...

The so-called secret book of self-cultivation was simply a book, not even a jade slip, and the stall owner dared to call out the high price of five spirit stones.Si Minglang glanced at him with a look of "Do you think I'm a fool to be deceived by you?", and the stall owner immediately threw the cheat book aside, and fiddled with another treasure that he had treasured for a long time.

The stall owner's cultivation level is the fourth level of the Qi training period, which is just one level higher than what Si Minglang showed. Si Minglang looked very disturbed, and was held back by him for at least a quarter of an hour. He wanted to leave, but he couldn't After being pulled down by the stall owner two or three times, Si Minglang's expression turned ugly. He seemingly casually took out a very simple hairpin from the trash dump. It looked like it was made of brass, and it was simply It is processed into a crooked shape—it is barely a hairpin, but it is a copper wire.

Seeing the surprised look on the stall owner's face, he seemed to say that this was his family's ancestral treasure again, but Si Minglang interrupted him first: "I'm just a low-grade spirit stone. You don't have to sell it, and I don't either." I'll buy other things." Si Minglang is typical of wanting to spend money to avoid disaster, but the stall owner still felt that it wasn't enough, so Si Minglang bargained with him for a long time, and finally added another ten taels of silver before he got the hairpin in his hand inside.

Fleeing from the stall as if fleeing from the plague, Si Minglang put the hairpin back into the interspatial ring, and then couldn't help showing joy on his face: "Ao Rui, what is this hairpin?"

He bought it all, and he still doesn't know what it is!Just thinking about it is a good thing...