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Don't be afraid, let's talk about the specific situation first, and then we will find out the reason together. "

Qi Ling raised his eyes to look at him, then quickly turned his gaze away, hesitatingly said: "Actually, it's not a big problem... There is still a solution."

Hua Song saw that it looked cramped, no longer the previous look of looking down on everything, and his heart moved, so he stopped talking and just looked at it quietly.

Xiao Qiling waited for a while, seeing that he was still silent, his face was tense like a hard rock, and he stomped his feet even more irritably, but stared fiercely at Hua Song.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid I'm going to cry.

Hua Song sighed, and couldn't help asking, "What method?"

Qi Ling paused for a moment while pulling the hand of her robe, then stared at Hua Song carefully with her eyes wide open.

After a while, it opened its mouth, with a deep tone, "I was conceived by heaven and earth, and the power in my body is originally the power of chaos. But in the last battle, the power wasted too much, because I couldn't resist Renxiu's attack, so I was killed The seal is asleep."

"But now that I wake up, not to mention my cultivation level is low, the strength in my body is weak, and the original heart can't absorb energy...it can't be upgraded at all. And the spiritual power absorbed from the outside world can't increase my own mana at all, it can only be stored. It's over."

It is simple, and Hua Song understands it as soon as he hears it. It means that the power for it to upgrade is not spiritual power. Spiritual power cannot operate in its body and can only be accumulated. If it continues like this, if its original power is exhausted...

He stared at Qi Ling, and slowly asked: "Then what is the method you said?"

Xiaoqi Ling's gaze was erratic, but his chin was raised high, and he said: "Your soul is an immortal soul..."

There was a gap in the stone pillar standing quietly, like a line of words appearing in the blank space of a giant eye: "Immortal Soul", the soul is one, it is immortal, it can absorb the essence of all things, and it is a strong soul.

Hua Song watched with blank eyes.

Xiaoqi Ling raised his eyebrows, and said again: "My original heart, what I need is the purest essence of everything in the world..."

Hua Song felt that he had stayed in the Lingbao long enough, and when he heard the words, he said directly: "Don't hesitate, what do you need from me, just say it."

The spirit of Qi floated a little farther away from him, and the voice swayed lightly in the entire void, "There is a practice called "Wanwusheng", which can transform a person's body, transforming a person into a "furnace", with the soul As a guide, to contain the essence of all things, it is equivalent to a container containing essence..."

It took a careful look at Hua Song, "After practicing this skill, although it can be upgraded quickly, you can't practice other auxiliary skills, and you can't learn tyrannical attacks and other formulas..."

"As long as you practice this exercise, you can send the essence of all things to me."

Hua Song listened quietly, and didn't speak until Qi Ling finished speaking.

The black-robed little spirit was even more irritable. Its eyes were like two black holes, rotating and pulling some power. In the void isolated by the wonderful power, those chaotic emotions were twisted into strands and strands, roaring and roaring.

Hua Songcai murmured: "You can only increase your cultivation, you cannot practice powerful attack spells..."

He thought of the scene in his imagination, holding a sword to the end of the world, living recklessly, freely and unrestrained between heaven and earth...

The main reason is that even if his cultivation base is advanced, he can only hide from anything he encounters, and he has no way to take action... It makes him feel aggrieved just thinking about it.

Qi Ling kept looking at him, feeling his emotions intently, saw his frown, and then hurriedly said: "As long as you help me, I will not treat you badly. Your soul is powerful and your piano skills are outstanding. As long as you can control the void You will become a generation of powerful Lexiu, not to mention..."

As he said that, his eyes lit up, and he obviously found something to say, "Don't you like refining weapons? Practicing this technique can make the soul extremely powerful, and to become a craftsman, a strong soul power is essential Less."

In this way, it seems that one master and one spirit did not lose anything, but solved the current problem and benefited a lot.

Hua Song didn't get excited blindly, not to mention that there are still some problems, he said: "If I want to practice this exercise, I need to do it first, so it is obviously not possible under the current situation. Therefore, all considerations can only be made after escaping from the Happy Building."

The black-robed weapon spirit didn't get his affirmative answer, and curled its lips. It wanted to gain the upper hand over this human being, but because of its guilty conscience, it couldn't say anything else.

Hua Song glanced at it, smiled lightly, and then said meaningfully: "You are lucky, you recognize a master at random, and his soul is actually an immortal soul..."

Xiao Qiling stayed where she was, blushing and wanted to speak.

Hua Song smiled with a special meaning, and disappeared into the void.

Xiao Qiling stomped his feet resentfully, but had to admit that if this person didn't have an immortal soul, it would just disappear, and he didn't want to recognize cunning humans as masters.

It looked at the silent and empty void, and took advantage of the danger, as if it was no different from those monks who had been looked down upon by it.

It wrinkled its bun face and sighed. This time, it would be looked down upon by that human if it asked for something.

-

Hua Song drank a few more cups of green dew water, and after drinking the cool water, he felt comfortable all over his body and his spirit improved a lot.

At the latest, he pretended to be meaningful and said that sentence, not only because he wanted to beat the spirit of the weapon that refused to bow his head, but also because his spiritual sense was weak, and he couldn't hold it after a while.

Chapter 29

In the early morning of "Among the White Clouds", the green vines stretch out and protrude from the cracks in the wall, as if stretching lazily, the green leaves tremble slightly, and the flowing clouds spread out, hazy like smoke.

The birds with beautiful feathers stretched their wings, bowed their heads to each other, and pecked each other's feathers.

Hua Song came from the corridor, Biwa Stanley, he was wearing a noble and bright purple dress, the hem of the clothes was as soft as purple smoke, his waist was tight, and a crown was casually tied on his hair, and the strands of hair were pouring down like flowing clouds.

Black hair, snow skin and red lips, a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, the black pupils turn, making people forget to breathe.

He walked slowly, and every time he passed a place, that place was as beautiful as a painting.

Mr. Nanfeng stood under the bamboo forest, staring blankly, only felt that time slowed down at this moment, a sharp pain came from his heart, his eyes changed, and he clenched the bone fan in his hand.

Hua Song approached to salute, "Mr. Nanfeng."

Mr. Nanfeng did not wear the iconic red clothes abnormally, only wearing light blue dark clothes, with a crown on his hair, hiding his evil charms and looking noble and elegant.

He wanted to say something, but he just glanced at Hua Song with a half-smile, his expression remained the same, he threw a black robe with one hand, and said softly, "Put it on."

The sky-reaching stone pillar shows:

"Name: Shadowless Robe.

Level: lower-level spirit weapon.

Function: to isolate the Nascent Soul and the consciousness within the Nascent Soul.

Refining formula: seamless.

Refining materials: red rock snake skin, purple cloud, nanmu..."

It is a good thing, Hua Song thanked it first, and then put it on.

He followed Mr. Nan Feng down the ladder slowly, until the two of them reached the second floor, they walked down the ladder sideways, and their feet landed on the solid wood floor.

At the same time, a loud voice came into my ears.

Hua Song took a step behind, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that Mr. Nan Feng's side face was flat, with almost no expression on his face.

-

The entrance of the Happy Building is a wide hall. Two spiral staircases bend straight to the second floor. One thick wall stands tall and straight, separating the other side of the happy hall, which obscures the sight of the upstairs.

On the top of the lobby hangs an exquisitely crafted, resplendent and bright ancient lamp, exuding an elegant and warm halo.

The floor is paved with cork, and there are freehand landscape paintings hanging on the walls, showing graceful figures of women. In the hall, beautiful maids shuttle like butterflies.

Mama Tang winked at the maid with soft eyebrows and eyes, and the maid quietly backed away, then she clapped her hands and smiled at a monk with a bluish face sitting across from her, "Oh, my Master Xu, you are late this time." One step further, Miss Jingyue is already a guest, but the other girls in our building are also very good, why don't you change to another one?"

The monk was a little dissatisfied, he frowned and said, "Why are there people every time I come?"

Tang's mother continued to deal with it with a smile, "Miss Jingyue is as beautiful as a flower, so there are naturally many people who love her. Just wait a little longer. Miss Chunhua has a plump body and a wood attribute. She is a perfect match for you."

The two pretty girls couldn't help but come over and pull the monk, and said with a smile: "This fairy elder, you can come with the servant."

The monk's eyes were fixed on the maid's buttocks, and he was dragged away in a daze.

After solving one person in a few words, Mama Tang turned around and looked at the man who had just entered the door and sat in the hall with a big horse and a golden sword. Fruits and vegetables, and spirit wine are brought up."

As he spoke, he greeted him, "Zhen Wang Yuyu, long time no see, you look handsome again."

A tall, muscular monk with a square face heard the words, reached out and touched his face, showing a delicate smile, "The clear cream that Fairy Baixuan recommended to me is really good, and my skin has become better." A lot, you can thank her for me."

Mama Tang sat down with a smile, "This is as it should be, how dare I bother you to thank you."

Wang Yuzhen held up his orchid finger to hold a cup of tea, his face was covered with water vapor, and he gave Mama Tang a graceful look.

The two maids serving at the back bit their lips tightly and shook their shoulders, but Mama Tang kept her expression on her face, showing no surprise.

Just when she was about to say something, Zhenwang Wangyu suddenly stood up, looking towards the stairs on the right.

Mama Tang followed her to look, her eyes were filled with surprise, but she quickly came to her senses, she smiled and elongated her voice with a beautiful and trembling tone, "I'm just saying who made Master Wangyu so excited, it turned out to be Nan Mr. Feng, you are really noble and elegant today, no matter how you dress up, you look so good-looking, and even wearing that clothes on you is a kind of honor..."

Hua Song and Mr. Nan Feng walked down the stairs, like two balls of magic light, firmly attracting everyone's attention. Except for Tang's mother, everyone else's eyes were full of amazement, and they couldn't breathe freely.

When the two walked into the hall, Hua Song saw Mr. Nanfeng's mouth curled up, his face instantly became charming and lively. He chuckled, nodded to Mama Tang first, and then called out to the tall man: "Delusion jade."

True King Luyu's eyes were shining, like a bird clinging to a person, he rushed towards Mr. Nanfeng, and called out softly: "Nanfeng."

Like a lover who has not seen for a thousand years, holding hands and looking at teary eyes.

Hua Song glanced at Mr. Nanfeng, couldn't help but blinked, and looked at him still full of tenderness in his eyes, couldn't hold back the expression on his face, and shifted his gaze.

Tang's mother also gave the two of them a strange look. She had never heard that Mr. Nanfeng was familiar with people from the evil domain and had such a good friendship with the real king of Wang Yu.

There was a twinkle in his eyes, but he frowned again, it had nothing to do with her, it's better not to be troublesome.

Only then did she put her eyes on Hua Song, and at this moment, Hua Song's eyes were also falling on her, her eyes flashed with sincere praise, and the curvature of her face had a subtle upward trend, Hua Song didn't wait for her to speak, and said first: "Mother Tang is really beautiful today."

Tang's mother was obviously taken aback, looked down, with a smile on her face habitually, and was about to speak, Hua Song said again: "This time the perfume smells better than last time."

Compliments are well-behaved, but looking at those beautiful and clear eyes, the seriousness inside makes people feel that what he said couldn't be more true.

Hua Song gave her a slight smile, and Tang's mother glanced at his face, then smiled generously, and said nothing more.

At this moment, True King Duanyu turned his head to look at Hua Song, Mr. Nanfeng raised his bone fan, "Come here to meet True King Duanyu."

Hua Song pulled back his sleeves and saluted, "Hua Song has seen the True King of Wandering Jade."

True King Luyu nodded, his eyes lingering on his face for a long time.

Mr. Nanfeng shook his hand, tilted his head and took Hua Song's eyes lightly, his pupils were bottomless, and no emotions could be shown, he turned back and smiled and said: "This is my junior, if there is any Don't be offended by any impoliteness."

True King Luyu covered his lips and smiled.

"So, let's go."

Tang's mother looked at the figures of the three going away, with doubts in her eyes.

A maid behind her murmured: "He is the cauldron whose fame spread? He is indeed unparalleled in appearance, and his reputation is well-deserved."

Another maid said strangely: "This is a precious and special furnace. How could he be allowed out of the building? Isn't this putting the lamb to be slaughtered into the pack of wolves?"

Then they began to discuss in a hurry:

"He is the cauldron under Mr. Nanfeng's hands. You have the landlord's token in your hand. Who dares to stop him when he comes in and out."

"Extremely, that's the case, if something happens, it is also Mr. Nan Feng's responsibility."

"It's funny, you all think too much of the monks outside. If you don't mention Mr. Nanfeng, you just say that there are guards in our building to protect you, and the True King Wangyu is on the side. Who would have the guts to offend him?"

"Isn't it just that a few useless furnaces disappeared, and I was scared out of my nerves, so that people would look down on me!"

"you…"

"What are you arguing about!" Mama Tang glared and shouted, and the maids who got together unknowingly shrank their shoulders and scattered like birds and beasts.

-

Before Hua Song went out, he covered his face with a big hood.

The "capital in the clouds" is surrounded by fog and isolated from the other side of the world. The buildings here are rarely used for people to live in, but for transactions. Except for business, few people live here for a long time, which is equivalent to a huge bazaar.

The place is small, but the traffic is amazing.

As soon as Hua Song came out of the happy building, his eyes were not idle, he just felt that the air outside was countless times sweeter than that in the building.

But today seemed to be particularly lively, there were so many people wearing black robes like them, and many monks passed by at a high speed, walking towards their destination with a clear goal, without paying attention to others.

It's just that Hua Song still felt that some eyes fell on him, and then moved away lightly.

He followed Mr. Nan Feng from the street to the end of the street. Graceful and elegant buildings such as "Trading Pavilion" and "Wanzhen Pavilion" flashed past my eyes. When I passed the square and simple "Baizhan Hall", there was an ear-splitting roar of beasts inside, and the pavement came from the door. The coming evil spirit made Hua Song's face turn pale, if Mr. Nan Feng hadn't stretched out his hand to block it, he might be stunned by the evil spirit immediately.

He moved away with lingering fear.

From a distance, they saw a noisy free market. There were a lot of monks coming and going. The monks who set up stalls were sitting on the ground, and the front of them was full of items they were either bartering or selling.

Hua Song watched, his eyes lit up.

At this moment, an excited voice came from a small medicine shop about 100 meters in front of the market, "Ji Mie Pill, haha, my luck is good, I met Ji Mie Dan when I came in!"

The monks passing by outside the pharmacy looked towards the pharmacy one after another. At the same time, Mr. Nan Feng stopped in his footsteps.

The value of "Ji Mie Pill" is higher than that of Jieying Pill, which shows how precious it is.Its effect is that after taking the "Ji Mie Pill" under the Nascent Soul, no matter what the cultivation level is, it can be promoted to two ranks without side effects; level one.

And the preciousness of this elixir lies in its rarity, function and material.To practice this elixir requires not only strong alchemy ability, but also a rare alchemy material, "Wooden Butterfly".

The "Wood Butterfly" broke out of the cocoon from the spirit tree, and it contained a powerful and endless power of the wood spirit. It was precious enough in itself, so it didn't matter about the "Ni Mie Pill".

As soon as the news came out, many monks rushed towards the small medicine shop with red eyes.

Mr. Nanfeng and True King Duanyu both had hot eyes. They were about to enter the pharmacy, but when Mr. Nanfeng entered, he turned his head to look at Huasong.

Hua Song was still looking at the market, and when he noticed that someone was looking at him, he turned his gaze away.

Mr. Nanfeng paused, and then said: "You don't have to follow, go and see if there is anything you like, don't worry about others, someone will follow you."

After all, throw a storage bag to Hua Song.

This may be the softest words he has said to Hua Song. At this moment, in Hua Song's eyes, he is a dark person, shining with holy light.

He couldn't help bowing deeply, "Thank you, my lord."

Mr. Nan Feng watched his brisk figure walk away, and a soft mutter came from beside him, "You are good to him."

He squeezed the hand of True King Wangyu, smiled affectionately, his red lips hidden in the black robe curled up, but his eyes were like a dry well, calm and unwavering.

Chapter 30

Hua Song was wearing a black robe, with a hood covering his head, only revealing a beautifully lined half of his chin and a bright red lower lip. Against the backdrop of black, his skin color was translucently white.

He walked directly towards the market, and as soon as he walked in, the voices of people came rolling in, interspersed with many figures, and he disappeared in the crowd, not conspicuous at all.

The noisy place is very noisy, many people gathered together to bargain, the scene is very lively, but in the quiet area, the monks who are generally sitting on the ground look desolate, and the pressure is heavy, the monks who come and go subconsciously hold their breath, and come and go silently.

Hua Song hesitated, looked left and right, and walked towards the quiet side.

He approached a stall, and the cultivator who set up the stall didn't even look at him, just sorting out his belongings as if no one else was there. Hua Song looked at a sign inserted next to the stall, and there were a few eye-catching characters written on the long paper , "Barter, no bargaining."

A thousand-year-old water ganoderma lucidum is exchanged for a thousand-year-old wood ganoderma; a whole sheet of giant python is exchanged for a 600-year-old macaroni; a piece of foundation-building pill is exchanged for an 800-year-old snow lotus flower...

Hua Song stopped immediately.

I have nothing but spirit stones... He walked away a little, not letting himself block other people's booths, but he couldn't help but combine what he saw with the books he read, so as to make what he learned more impressive, and his heart turned. Circle, found this kind of barter quite fair.

Needless to say, Ganoderma lucidum is a fourth-order monster, and its realm is equivalent to the early stage of human cultivation. Apart from its terrifying power, there is nothing scary about it, but it is a whole snake skin, but it can be refined into inner Armor, the monks in the foundation building stage have such a complete set of armor, which is also excellent.

And the 600-year-old Macaroni is a good vintage, but it is just a compound of the lower-grade yellow grade. In this way, the mutual losses will not be much.

Today's medicinal plants are all expensive for their age and miraculous effects.

And every time you reach a realm, within that level, except for some extremely special pills, the most precious pills are Xisui Pill, Foundation Establishment Pill, Jinjie Pill, Infant Pill, God Transformation Pill...etc. .

This shows how precious the Foundation Establishment Pill is.And the 800-year-old snow lotus is one of the main ingredients of the fourth-order Anshen Pill. The fourth-order "Anshen Pill" has the miraculous effect of nourishing the spiritual consciousness, and it can be taken by even the Nascent Soul.Therefore, the value of the two can only be judged according to the needs of both parties to the transaction.

Hua Song walked all the way and found that most of them were marked as barter. He had nothing to exchange, so he had to walk around to gain some knowledge.

Until he came to a stall, a deafening voice came from his head, "Stop, stop!", Hua Song resisted not covering his ears, the sudden voice really made people unable to react.

"I want it, it's the Earth Qi Stone."

Hua Song followed the spiritual instructions in his head and landed on a stone. The surface of the stone was bumpy and there was nothing special about it, so it was casually put aside by the stall owner.

The sky-reaching stone pillar shows:

"Name: Air Stone/Core Stone

Function: The stone is hard and can be used as a material for refining low-level magic weapons, swords, knives, guns, etc.

Name: Air of Earth

effect:……"

Hua Song knelt down and asked, "You... fellow Taoist, do you know how much you can bargain for this piece of earth core stone?"

The stall owner who was trading with other monks turned around when he heard the words, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Friends of Taoism, you have to know that there are thousands of strange stones in this world. It takes a lot of effort to tell the difference.”

Although Hua Song was a little surprised, he still smiled calmly.

The monk pondered: "If fellow Taoist sincerely wants it, please pay [-] low-grade spirit stones."

It's so...expensive, Master Heming didn't give him so many spirit stones.

He remembered the shock and confusion on his face when he took Mr. Nanfeng's and Wen Ran's storage bags and saw the astronomical figures inside... Now it seems that a stone is so expensive, so he doesn't want to think about them anymore Do you give all your belongings to yourself?

Hua Song curled his lips and smiled shyly. His hands were shaking when he took the storage bag, but he didn't have the courage to say no.

After calming down, he didn't realize it until now. He didn't know the price outside. Therefore, whether the core stone was worth so many spirit stones...he couldn't tell.

Not knowing how to bargain, and having to buy the center stone, he hesitated for a moment, then raised his chin, and said: "Okay, let's make a deal."

He took out the spirit stone from the storage bag, and after a quick transaction with the stall owner, he turned and walked to the next stall as if nothing had happened.

So he didn't know, since he turned around, the stall owner sighed and shook his head, then swept away the floating dust, only caring about his own square inch.

In front of the booth, two monks who were picking things stopped suddenly and exchanged glances.

Many unscrupulous people in the market glanced at Hua Song from time to time, but they didn't do anything. There were a few monks scattered around Hua Song, seemingly inconspicuous, but they protected him very well.

Hua Song didn't know that he was already being targeted as a fat sheep at this time.As soon as he left the stall, he didn't think about going shopping again, but he wanted to find out the prices first.

Just how to know the price?

Hua Song walked around the entire free trade market, and what he saw was either bartering or a very small number of items for sale, and there was no difference at all.

Just when he didn't know what to do, a short, smiling young man passed through countless monks and approached Hua Song with a clear goal.

Hua Song frowned when he saw it, and turned away to ignore it.He has rejected several waves of monks who took him to other places to trade for various reasons. This kind of enthusiasm is unusual, and he can sense the maliciousness in it. Even if he urgently needs to know all the information outside, he will not Will presumptuously trust strangers.

This place is too chaotic, but as long as he doesn't walk out of the main street, and there are people behind him to protect him, there is nothing to be afraid of in a place with a lot of people. It's just that there are too many people harassing him, and he will always be a little impatient.

Regardless of his cold face, the young man leaned in front of him, "Fellow Daoist, don't go, listen to me first, I'm really not a bad person."

The boy ran up to him at once, backed up and said, "Don't pretend, I've been observing you for a long time, and you've been wandering around the market aimlessly, very disorganized, it must be the first time you go out, what I said is terrible right?"

Hua Song suddenly stopped, stared at him for a while, and said indifferently: "Get out of the way!"

As soon as the young man was drunk by him, he was stunned by the pleasant sound, and his eyes unconsciously fixed on Hua Song's chin.

Guaranteed by his 15 years of experience, this must be a big beauty.

The veins on Hua Song's forehead pulled out one by one, and walked around him.

Only then did the boy come to his senses, he hammered his head angrily, and muttered: "Sure enough, beauties are all the same, so it's not easy to serve them."

He ran up and followed Hua Song, "I grew up here, and I am very familiar with this area. There are 380 roads in Yudu, and I know how many holes there are in each road. Instead of wandering around here , why not ask me, uh, only need to pay a little consulting fee..."

Hua Song stopped suddenly, pointed to the right side of the market, "Let's go there and talk."

Happiness came too suddenly, the boy was startled with his sincere eyes blinking hard, and immediately reacted, saying hello repeatedly.

……

The building of the "capital in the cloud" looks like a winding snake when viewed from a high altitude.On the right is a row of buildings, and on the left stands the tallest Happy Building, a lake with clear water and a hazy atmosphere, only a small number of buildings are built on the side, and the slightly pointed snake head is the free trade market up.

Hua Song and the boy sat together on a few steps between the market and the houses on the street.

The black hood was heavily covered, and only a small section of the beautiful white chin could be seen. The young man took a few sneaky glances and said, "Just give me ten low-grade spirit stones for a question."

Hua Song said: "How do I know if what you said is true or not, why don't you prove it to me first?"

The young man glanced at him, nodded, looked condescendingly at the market, pointed to the stall closest to the entrance, and said, "The male cultivator in Tsing Yi is holding a low-grade treasure, and ordinary treasures are only for Jindan stage monks. Only the above can be used, and monks below the golden core stage do not have such deep spiritual power, so they cannot be used at all."

"The currency used below Golden Core is usually low-grade spirit stones, and the value of things at the Golden Core stage is around 1000 to [-] million."

"And the difference in value depends on its function. The jade hairpin in the hands of the monk in green is a common defensive treasure, which can resist the full three strikes of a monk of the first rank. The value should be around 500 million..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk in Tsing Yi and the stall owner exchanged 560 million low-grade spirit stones.

The boy tilted his head and smiled brightly at Hua Song.

At the same time, the sky-reaching stone pillar shows:

"Name: Jade Hairpin

Function: Below the golden core stage, resist three blows from monks who are one level higher than themselves.

Refining material: Ice Dragon Dragon Scripture.

Refining formula:..."

Hua Song couldn't help but look at the young man with admiration. Sure enough, it's strange that people who can survive in this place for so many years don't have some skills.

Although he didn't feel any malice towards the young man, he had to test his ability first.

He said: "Okay, I agree with your transaction, and I will take what you said just now as a question. Now let's come to the second question, how is the spirit stone used as currency?"

This question contains too many answers and is cunningly asked.The young man glanced at Hua Song with a smile, and finally met a little white who didn’t understand anything, and earned some Lingshi casually. He was too lazy to care about it, and he opened his mouth and said: “Spirit stones can not only be used as currency circulation, but also can be used as currency. for training."

"There are two kinds of spirit stones in the world, one is non-attribute spirit stones, and the other is pure attribute spirit stones. Pure attribute spirit stones are generally rare and precious, and no monks are willing to trade them, while non-attribute spirit stones are classified into top grades. There are four levels, upper, middle and lower."

"Usually low-grade spirit stones are used below Jindan, middle-grade spirit stones are used from Nascent Soul to Huashen, and top-grade...only a few powerful monks can afford it."

"1 top-grade spirit stone = 100 yuan top-grade spirit stone = 11 yuan middle-grade spirit stone = 1000 million low-grade spirit stones."

"Taking the Foundation Establishment Period as an example, the Foundation Establishment Pill is the most precious elixir in the Foundation Establishment Period, and the market price is about 80 low-grade spirit stones, so the resources used in the realm of the Foundation Establishment Period cannot exceed 100 million low-grade spirit stones. "

"And the consumption of each stage is as follows, Qi training (below 1 yuan of low-grade spirit stones), foundation building (between 100 and 100 million spirit stones), Jindan (1000 million to 1 million), Nascent Soul (100 yuan) More than yuan middle-grade spirit stones, less than [-]), Huashen ([-] middle-grade—[-] million), Fusion ([-] top-grade)..."

The young man said with a smile: "This is just a general calculation, only for items that are often circulated and common in the market. After all, there are some rare and rare treasures that have completely escaped the shackles of grades, and the value depends on the time."

The author has something to say: ——These two chapters will first let the protagonist know about the cultivation world, so it will be a bit boring.Gong Jun appeared in Chapter 32.

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Chapter 31

Hua Song kept the words in his heart, and secretly calculated, "That is to say, in fact, there is no constant price, only a relative value range, and everything is calculated by the value of the item itself."

He converted some pills, medicinal plants, spirit beasts, ores, and special materials that he had seen and remembered in his heart, and formed a hazy sense of value in his heart, and then he showed a dazed expression.

He raised his eyes to look at the entire huge free trade market, and his condescending gaze happened to capture the entire market in his eyes.This market is extremely wide and built in a square shape. There are rows of monks setting up stalls, very neat, and the rows are wide. Although there are a lot of monks coming and going, they are in order.

There are not only all kinds of monks setting up stalls in the market, but also a variety of items for sale and trading, such as tamed spirit beasts, animal skins, animal bones, animal tendons, animal horns, eyeballs, and flesh and blood of various monsters; Spiritual plants, demon plants, medicinal plants, spiritual trees, spiritual grains, spiritual fruits; ores with different attributes, strange water, strange soil...

From Qi training to Nascent Soul realm... pills, magic treasures, formations, talismans... everything that one expects to find is available in a wide variety.

There is an extremely lively area next to it, and all kinds of strange, old, and unrecognizable things are thrown together in bits and pieces, and the treasure hunt is based on eyesight and luck.

Hua Song couldn't help but match all kinds of items with the paintings he saw from the book, secretly estimated the price in his heart, and took the transaction between the monk and the stall owner into his eyes, and compared it with his own valuation.

The young man turned his head to look at him, and saw that his gaze was fixed on the market for a long time, the black hood under his jaw was tense, and he didn't say a word for a long time. Shaking away, he winked his eyes in one direction.

When Hua Song came to his senses, the boy was playing with stones boredly, and dozens of stones were turning in his hands so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

Hua Song was stunned for a moment, and the boy tilted his head and smiled at him: "Have you sorted out the information?"

Hua Song nodded, and then said: "Now, the second question, I want the most comprehensive map of Yudu..."

"It's not a general map, but the route of each exit, dangerous areas, safe towns..."

The young man looked at him with wide eyes, and interjected: "Wait, wait, beauty is really smart, but I've never seen this kind of map, not to mention, the vicissitudes of life, the mountains and rivers are overturned in an instant, and everything never stops changing... Cultivator More courageous to explore, rather than relying on the rigid map, so no one will mark those..."

Hua Song frowned, "Don't those monks who have just stepped into the fairyland don't need it?"

The young man blinked innocently, "Cultivation naturally requires a master to lead in, and the master will pass on to his disciples what should be known and what should not be known."

As he said that, he pondered: "There is a map... But if you want to know something outside, rely on the map, you might as well ask me... Hehe, but at this price..."

Hua Song tilted his head, looked at him quietly, and then smiled faintly.

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The short and flexible figure of the young man disappeared among the monks. Hua Song held a bunch of snow-white flowers in his hand. The green and slender branches of the flowers made the hand so beautiful that it was unreal.

He looked at the figure of the young man going away, couldn't help but smiled quietly, and subconsciously touched the storage bag. Today's harvest was quite fruitful.

Artifact spirits can absorb human's seven emotions and six desires, so they have a strong ability to perceive the emotions of monks. It is indeed right to choose this young man.

Hua Song walked around the market again, and while carefully looking at it, he bought a lot of things.

And the 500 million low-grade spirit stones that Wen Ran gave him had already been spent a lot.

Some rogue monks always love to harass. Behind Hua Song, there are two more monks quietly. He lowered his head slightly,