Volume 1 Chapter 601 Conflict

Chapter 601 Conflict

Yan Gang saw that he could not get any information out of him, so he looked at his three junior brothers and said to Zhang Pa: "In that case, let's speed up. We can reach Shangji in about two hours." He was worried that the night would be long and he planned to get rid of Zhang Pa as soon as possible.

Zhang Pa did not want to go so early, but seeing that Yan Gang was still worried, he agreed: "Okay." Liu Zhu shouted: "Didn't we agree to travel around? Why are you walking so fast?"

No one explained this to him. Yan Gang took the lead, followed by He Huizhi's King Qingxian, then Liu Zhu, and Zhang Pa followed slowly, and the group quickly headed north.

Seeing Zhang Pa's leisurely look, Yan Gang became more and more unsure. Is this kid pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger? So he speeded up again and arrived at Shangji in two hours.

At this time, many people had arrived at Shangji, and there were disciples from the three major sects patrolling and guarding the periphery. Seeing Yan Gang and his five foundation-building disciples coming, they took a quick look and let them go. There was really no need to pay more attention to such low-level disciples. The order they received was that an unknown master might come, and everyone must be respectful and polite, and not offend the master.

Business fairs are usually held on flat ground, and this time is no exception. A circle of fences surrounds a market with about a thousand stalls. There is a tall tent at the back, which is where the auction is held.

Most cultivators set up tents outside the market to rest, but Yan Gang and his four companions are poor. Looking at the tents arranged in a row in the distance, they said, "Friend Hong, the market in front is the business fair, and the tents behind are the auction venues. The market will open in two days and you can go in to pick up items. We will not accompany you."

Zhang Pa smiled and nodded. Liu Zhu was a little unhappy. He wanted to speak but was stopped by He Huizhi. The three cultivators walked to the edge with him. He could hear him talking as he walked: "Why don't you stay together?" He had a good impression of Zhang Pa.

Zhang Pa saw them walking to the edge and knew that the four brothers had no tents and could only find a deserted place to rest. He let them sit on the ground, looked around, and found nothing particularly noteworthy, so he left the tent and went to rest.

He wanted to invite Yan Gang and the others to live together, but he didn't do so because of their conditions. You can give people a favor, but you have to do it without revealing it, so that people can't feel that you are giving alms, especially since these people have always been suspicious of Zhang Pa. If he invites them warmly, I don't know what they will think.

Two days later, the market will open, and nearly a thousand stalls will have cultivators practicing their stalls. People who were strolling outside the market rushed into the market, filling up the empty space in an instant, and selecting the magic weapon materials they needed.

Zhang Pa put away the tent and followed the market. At this time, there were mostly foundation-building cultivators in the market, and few cultivators above the Jindan stage. Most masters only participate in auctions, which are the most lively and exciting places in the market, and there are the rarest and most expensive things.

Zhang Pa was an exception. He stopped and walked in front of each stall. He was not interested in materials and medicines, nor did he pay attention to spells and instruments. He just looked around randomly, and spent several hours wandering around.

Before he knew it, he came to a stall. The stall was very large, with hundreds of herbs ranging from ten to fifty years old. It took up a large area and exuded the fragrance of medicine to attract customers. There were three people in the stall, one on each side was responsible for monitoring, and the one in the middle was selling medicine. There were hundreds of cultivators outside, all interested in these herbs. One asked, the other selected, and the transaction frequency was very high.

Coincidentally, Liu Zhu and the other four were also among them, staring at a fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in front of them and whispering. After a while, Liu Zhu said, "Fellow Daoist, we like this Ganoderma lucidum. Can you sell it at a lower price?"

The seller was a top-level cultivator of the foundation-building stage. He glanced at it with disdain and said, "Eight hundred spirit stones, not a single piece less."

"Can it be less..." Liu Zhu was interrupted before he finished speaking: "You can't even afford eight hundred spirit stones? I won't sell it!"

It's really not expensive to buy a fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum for eight hundred spirit stones. If it's needed urgently, it can be sold for two thousand spirit stones. Herbs, like the inner elixir of monsters, are always in short supply. After all, life is precious. If you lose a magic weapon, you can find another one. Where can you find it if you lose your life?

Liu Zhu blushed a little at what the seller said, and muttered, "If you don't want to sell it, then don't sell it. Why are you so mean?" He asked the seller again, "What about this thirty-year-old ginseng?" "Five hundred spirit stones." The seller said.

Twenty years is only three hundred spirit stones? Zhang Pa shook his head secretly. Judging from the price of these two herbs, it is definitely the cheapest of the cheap. I don't know what the seller wants.

Liu Zhu asked Yan Gang: "Brother, let's buy this, thirty-year-old ones are not bad." Yan Gang's eyes only wandered around the herbs that were over thirty years old. After comparing for a long time, he said: "Okay."

Along with his good word, he said "I'll buy it." A young intermediate-level foundation-building cultivator handed over five second-grade spirit stones and reached out to take the thirty-year-old ginseng.

Liu Zhu shouted: "No, we chose it first, we want this ginseng."

The young cultivator glanced at it indifferently, took out another handful of spirit stones from the storage bag and threw it to the seller: "Add another twenty spirit stones, I'll buy it." After saying that, he took the ginseng in his hand. From his behavior, it can be seen that he was disdainful of arguing with Liu Zhu. He put away the ginseng and turned away.

Liu Zhu shouted angrily: "How can you do this? Hey, I'm talking to you, how can you do this?"

The young cultivator ignored him at all, pretending that he didn't hear anything, squeezed out of the crowd and disappeared.

Liu Zhu had no choice but to ask Yan Gang, "Brother, what should we do now?" Yan Gang gritted his teeth and said, "Buy it." He was talking about buying the fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. He took out a large pile of spiritual stones and counted them. There were eight hundred stones. Even if a cultivator could see a hundred at a glance, he would have to count eight times, right?

At this time, something strange happened again. This Ganoderma lucidum was snatched away by another person. The man was wearing a bamboo hat and couldn't see his face clearly. He dropped eight pieces of second-grade spiritual stones and picked up the Ganoderma lucidum and left. Now Liu Zhu stopped doing it. What? Over and over again? Easy to bully? Shouted: "Stop!"

The man in the hat stopped and looked back, his eyes cold. Liu Zhu couldn't help but shudder, and then said: "We want this herb, why are you robbing us?" The man in the hat did not speak, his eyes became colder, and his posture seemed to be ready to take action at any time.

Seeing that something was going to happen, the seller hurriedly shouted: "I still have the fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. Fellow Taoist, that fellow Taoist, what about you? Do you want any more?" As he spoke, he took another piece from the storage bag. Two 50-year-old Ganoderma lucidum plants came out.

Liu Zhu came up with strong energy, ignored no one, walked up to the man in the bamboo hat and said, "Give me the Ganoderma lucidum! We bought it first." The second and fourth senior brothers behind him couldn't even pull him.

The man in the bamboo hat said sadly: "Say it again." His voice was chilling to the bones. The cultivators crowded around the two people dispersed, leaving an open space for the two of them to toss around.

They were having a dispute, and two law enforcement disciples from the Qing sect saw it. They rushed over and said, "No trouble is allowed. Violators will be killed without mercy!" Regardless of right and wrong, you are not allowed to fight. This is the rule.

The man in a bamboo hat glanced at the two Qingmen disciples, turned around and walked away without saying a word. No matter how reckless Liu Zhu was, he did not dare to call out to the Qingmen. He endured the anger and walked back, getting angry at the seller: "Why don't you take two more plants together?" come out?"

The seller is very innocent. How much or how little I sell is none of your business? But with the purpose of bringing peace and prosperity, he pushed past a fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and said, "Eight hundred spiritual stones."

Only then did Zhang Ping understand why his herbal medicines were sold so cheaply. It turned out that they were grown on a large scale. There must be some place with strong spiritual energy for easy planting.

Seeing that the seller brought out another fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, Yan Gang hurriedly handed over eight hundred spiritual stones, took the Ganoderma lucidum and pulled Liu Zhu away.

When things have developed to this point, it is basically over, but some people are talking too much and snort: "Poor guy."

These two words completely angered Liu Zhu. He broke away from Yan Gang and turned around and shouted: "Which bastard said that? Do you dare to say it again in front of me?" Yan Gang put away the Ganoderma lucidum, and he and He Huizhi held Liu Zhu between them, Planning to take him out by force, he whispered: "Master said to keep a low profile."

"Low-key? Who said that? Come out if you are a man." Liu Zhu's temper became even louder.

This man's words forced him to reveal a feminine young man, wearing a white robe, who stood out from the crowd and said: "Your grandfather, what's wrong with me?"

Of course Zhang Ping knows who said it, but he doesn't want this person to come out, because the young man in white is at the top level of foundation building. If he takes action, Liu Zhu and four people tied together will not be enough to see.

The two law enforcement disciples glared and said, "Is it over yet? If you want to fight, please leave the mall!"

The feminine young man smiled slightly: "It depends on them." Liu Zhu couldn't bear the excitement and shouted: "Go out, sissy, go out with the uncle."

The first sentence was not a man, and the latter sentence was effeminate, which made the feminine young man look bad. He nodded lightly to Liu Zhu: "Okay, very good, I hope you will be so tough in a while." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Liu Zhu was about to follow, but was held tightly by three senior brothers. Yan Gang said loudly: "Fellow Taoist, my junior brother is rude, please don't blame me." The three of them understood that there were still people protecting them in the shopping mall. If they went out Shopping malls can only be a dead end.

The feminine young man stopped when he heard this, turned around and said word by word: "If he thinks he is not a man, there is no need to go out." Then he asked the Qing disciples: "Is it okay to do it twenty miles outside Shangji?"

The disciples of the Qing Sect said: "Okay." Then he shouted loudly: "It's over, no trouble is allowed."

The three major sects of the Song Dynasty jointly organized a trade fair. Who was so blind and dared to cause trouble easily? Everyone dispersed a little, but their attention was still on Liu Zhu, watching how he acted. If this guy went out, they would follow him to watch the fun. After all, it was not often that cultivators were seen fighting.

After a short understanding, Zhang Wen knew Liu Zhu's personality. He would definitely rush out to fight. Even if he was told that if he went out, he would die. Sighing lightly, he walked up to Liu Zhu and said, "What are you doing? The richer you are, the more you pretend to be poor." He reached into his arms and took out a storage bag. He tipped it over with his backhand and let it flow all over the floor. They are all spiritual stones, and they are all third-grade spiritual stones. One third-grade spiritual stone is equal to ten thousand first-grade spiritual stones. How much net worth does this boy have?

Liu Zhu was stunned and forgot about the fight. He opened his mouth and said in surprise: "This, this, this..." He didn't say a complete sentence for a long time. He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know where it came from. of spiritual stones.