Chapter 136 Crocodile Armor

No one talked that night. The next morning, Qingyang asked the waiter to send some food to the room. He left Yu Mengmiao in the room to practice. He packed up a little, then took out his magic tools from the Drunken Immortal Gourd, wrapped them in a bag and went out.

There are many kinds of shops on the streets of Yuling City. There are not only specialized shops that sell and purchase various common items for cultivators, but also large comprehensive shops. The only difference is the size of the forces behind them. The quality of the things sold in this kind of shops is guaranteed, but they are generally a little more expensive. If you want to buy cheap things, you have to go to the market formed spontaneously by the scattered cultivators.

Because it is a market formed spontaneously by the scattered cultivators in private, there is no need to pay any fees, so the transaction price is relatively low, and many of them are in the form of barter. However, the scattered cultivator market is mixed with good and bad people, and the quality is hard to say. It still depends on everyone's eyesight.

Qingyang went to a large market located in the mixed residential area of ​​scattered cultivators. He had already inquired about the specific location yesterday. After leaving the house in the morning, he went straight to the market.

The market was set up in an open space near the main street in the mixed residential area of ​​scattered cultivators. The open space was about dozens of acres in size. Perhaps because it was still early, there were thousands of stalls sparsely placed on the open space, and there were still many open spaces. From time to time, new stall owners came to open stalls.

Each stall was very simple. It was probably for the secrecy of the transaction. The three sides were covered with mats, and a large piece of rag was spread on the ground. There were not many customers visiting the market at this time. There were only more than a hundred people in total, and the scale was similar to that of an ordinary market in a rural village.

Qingyang walked to the side of the first stall. The stall owner was a gray-haired old man with the cultivation level of the ninth level of the Kaimai Realm. He exuded a faint herbal smell. He should be an alchemist.

There were several common spiritual medicines and some elixirs on his stall, but the quality of the elixirs seemed to be very low, much worse than those sold in the shops. However, the stall owner's asking price was not high, and it was still worth it for the scattered cultivators who were short of money.

Qingyang naturally looked down on such pills. Although low-quality pills were helpful for cultivation, they contained a lot of impurities. It took a lot of energy to remove the impurities after cultivation, which was a bit troublesome. Besides, he didn't lack pills now.

The second stall had more things. In the front were a few spiritual medicines of not many years, and then a broken low-grade magic weapon. Next to it was a corpse of a monster of low grade. Inside were a few unknown refining materials, and two handwritten cultivation techniques in the middle.

The stall owner was a cultivator at the eighth level of Kaimai Realm, about forty years old, with a goatee, two green bean eyes, and his eyeballs rolling around. With a slender neck, he looked like a reincarnation of a turtle spirit. I don't know where he found so many miscellaneous items.

The third stall was a middle-aged woman, but her cultivation was very high, and she was actually in the Qi Refining Stage. There were also many things on her stall, mainly a dozen low-grade talismans and some talisman-making materials. Talisman pen, talisman paper, cinnabar mixed with monster blood, etc.

Qingyang hesitated for a long time, and finally exchanged the bow he got from the magic arrow Li for a talisman pen of the same low-grade magic weapon level, and then used his eloquence to make the stall owner spare a stack of talisman paper and a small bottle of cinnabar mixed with monster blood, ready to try to refine talismans after returning.

As for the stall owner's low-grade magic talismans, Qingyang was reluctant to buy them. That thing is a disposable consumable and too luxurious to use, not to mention that he still has three on him.

After that, Qingyang walked all the way and found that there were all kinds of things for sale. Common elixirs, talismans, magic tools, and array plates were the most common. Uncommon ones included various refining materials, ores, spiritual herbs, monster materials, etc. There were also many other skills, spells, common sense of cultivation, etc.

In addition, there are many strange and bizarre things that even Qingyang can't recognize. Some of them contain a little spiritual energy, and some look like ordinary objects, but the stall owner praises them as peerless treasures, which makes people doubt their own eyes.

Looking at the things in front of them, many people can't help but wonder, is this thing also like the antiques in the secular world, looking inconspicuous, but actually an unparalleled treasure, waiting for you to discover it, and buying it is equivalent to picking up a bargain? Should I take a gamble?

Qingyang was also very tempted, but he was just thinking about it. He had a limited number of spiritual stones on him, and there were still many things to buy, so he couldn't waste them on this. Besides, he didn't have the vision in this regard. How could there be so many bargains in the world waiting for him to pick up? Why don't the stall owners who have these things keep them for themselves? Are they all fools?

Unknowingly, he had seen more than half of the entire market. It was almost noon. He walked forward a few steps and came to the stall of a middle-aged man.

This man looked to be about 40 years old, but his cultivation was at the ninth level of Kaimai Realm. His foundation in cultivation should be considered relatively good among casual cultivators. He was not alone. There was a little girl in her early teens sitting next to him, probably his daughter.

There was only one thing on their stall, black, and it seemed to be a close-fitting soft armor. This thing was a defensive magic weapon, and the price was much more expensive than an offensive magic weapon. For low-level casual cultivators, their wealth was limited, and the first thing they needed to ensure was their own offensive power. It was difficult for them to have extra financial resources to buy defensive magic weapons for self-defense, so this kind of thing was difficult to sell.

Perhaps because there had been no customers for a long time, the man looked listless. Seeing Qingyang coming, he immediately became energetic and asked, "My fellow Taoist, do you need a defensive magic weapon? Do you want to see this soft armor?"

Qingyang stopped, picked up the soft armor and looked at it, and said, "How much is this soft armor?"

The middle-aged man said, "This is a defensive medium-grade magic weapon called Crocodile Armor. It is made of a whole crocodile skin that has just been advanced. The defense is amazing. It is almost impossible for cultivators below the Kaimai realm to break through. If you really want it, you can take it with three spirit stones."

"Three spirit stones? So expensive?"

Qingyang frowned when he heard it. No wonder the middle-aged man had been displaying it for a whole morning but no one was interested. This thing is too expensive for casual cultivators. Three spirit stones, many Kaimai realm cultivators can't save so much in their lifetime, but three spirit stones can only be exchanged for such an inconspicuous soft armor, which is really a bit extravagant.

But think about it again, an ordinary medium-grade attacking magic weapon costs about two spirit stones, and this crocodile dragon armor sold for three spirit stones doesn't seem too expensive. This is a life-saving item, maybe it can save your life at a critical moment.