Seeing that Fang Chen was not deceived, the other party quickly stood up and said, "Brother, wait, you can bargain or bargain."

Fang Chen ignored him. He hated such unconscious merchants the most. The cinnabar, talisman paper, and even the brushes he sold were very common in Longjifang.

The other party said it was just to raise his own value.

Not long after, Fang Chen came to the old woman not far away, sat down slowly, and directly took out ten powerful talismans, divine movement talismans, and vajra talismans to sell.

The old woman's business was relatively quiet. Seeing so many talismans in front of Fang Chen, a look of shock flashed in her eyes and couldn't help asking:

"Little brother, these talismans have taken a lot of effort, right?"

"Yes, it took me a whole year to get it all."

Fang Chen nodded with a smile.

"A year is a bit wasteful, so it's better to put this time on practice."

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

These talismans are of great value.

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

Soon, a guest came up to ask, and the price given by Fang Chen was very uniform, one was two low-grade spirit stones.

Although the process of making the divine movement talisman and the Vajra talisman is a bit difficult, he has observed that there are only two low-grade spirit stones of his quality.

After asking, someone seemed to be short of money and shook his head and left.

After asking, someone bought several pictures in one go.

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

"If it is a purple electric talisman, the price will probably double."

Fang Chen thought to himself.

However, no one in this market sells this item, which means it is still very rare and precious. Naturally, he will not sell it out, which will attract some strong people to spy it.

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

“Closing the stalls.”

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

The old woman's eyes moved slightly. Seeing her lonely business, she couldn't help but look at Fang Chen, and a faint cold light flashed in her eyes.

Fang Chen did not leave directly, but continued to visit Longjifang and bought a brush, some cinnabar and yellow talisman paper, and spent a total of five low-grade spirit stones.

He calculated that there were still sixty-eight low-grade spirit stones left on his body. His wealth was considered to be among the group of monks around him.

"Bone Quenching Pill, ten low-grade spirit stones. Don't think that this thing is cheap, but it is really rare. Don't miss it when you pass by."

A stall owner shouted.

The monk passed by stopped and took a look, unable to help laughing: "This thing is indeed rare. It is useless except to increase the strength of muscles and bones. I don't know which alchemist can refine this bone quenching pill. It is very good to take it to those martial artists. It is not very useful if we monks eat it."

Monks rarely choose to fight in close combat with others, and their spiritual power will unknowingly strengthen bones and marrow. The bone quenching pills are very useless for monks.

Not to mention ten low-grade spirit stones, not many monks will take a look at them twenty, unless they are purchased for their own minions.

But... in the eyes of monks, the warriors are just follow servants and do some miscellaneous work on weekdays, and they don’t have to fight against the enemy, so there are very few buyers.

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

"Brother Tai, how many bone quenching pills do you have?"

Fang Chen asked casually.

"Not much, do you want it?"

The stall owner glanced at Fang Chen and saw that there was no martial arts follower beside Fang Chen, so he couldn't help frowning, thinking that Fang Chen was here to tease him.

"Let me ask for some. There are many martial entourage followers in my cave. It's just right to use this item to give them rewards."

Fang Chen smiled.

Cave?

Many people around him looked slightly. The monks who could own the cave must have a good background. The old woman who had been hanging in the distance kept saying this, and a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

"That's right. I bought these bone quenching pills for a lot of money. There are ten low-grade spirit stones. I have a total of 100 of them here. I want them all, right?"

The stall owner's eyes lit up.

He did spend a lot of money and bought twenty low-grade spirit stones. If all of them were sold, he would make a net profit of five low-grade spirit stones!

“I can’t ask for so much.”

Fang Chen frowned slightly.

"It's okay, how about I'll give you some discounts? In this way, I'll give you nine low-grade spirit stones and these bone quenching pills."

The stall owner hurriedly said.

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

"I'll pack all eight low-grade spirit stones, otherwise... I'll buy ten ones."

Fang Chen pondered.

"Is this guy stupid? He plans to buy so many bone quenching pills for his subordinates? Isn't it good to use eight low-grade spirit stones for practice?"

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

Whispers rang around.

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll lose a little as a friend. All these bone quenching pills will be given to my brother!"

He was afraid that Fang Chen would only buy ten bone quenching pills in the end, and it would be fine if he would make a small profit. Anyway, he would make a small profit and not take much time.

The transaction ended happily.

Fang Chen spent eight low-grade spirit stones to replace them with one hundred bone quenching pills, and then turned around and left without hesitation.

This kind of pill is indeed useless to monks, but it should be considered a rare and excellent product for warriors.

They felt that there would not be any monks who spent spiritual stones for a martial artist, but Fang Chen was such a person. In his eyes, the importance of Tiema and others was not comparable to that of a mere spiritual stone.

Fang Chen returned to the carriage and immediately ordered:

"Let's go, go back the same way."

Tiema nodded, and drove away without saying much.

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

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

Except for the old woman who was at the fourth level of Qi refining, the other three were at the third level of Qi refining, and the remaining two were at the second level of Qi refining. The three were in the same group. They obviously had the same idea as the old woman. Both sides seemed to have noticed it, but they had a very tacit understanding and didn't say anything.

After the carriage drove three hundred miles, the old woman and three others blocked their way one after another.

"Who is yours? Why did you block my son's way?"

The iron horse was covered with a veil and his eyes were solemn. Fang Chen had already reminded him to call him a young master outside, so that he would not cause others to doubt it.

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

The old woman said with a smile.

"Hey, it's you?"

Fang Chen lifted the curtain and showed a hint of surprise on his face: "Old lady, do you want to borrow forty low-grade spirit stones from me?"

"It's asking for it, not borrowing it."

The old woman smiled.

"We just need twenty lower-grade spirit stones, it doesn't matter if we have less."

The three monks behind him covered their faces and said in a urn.
Chapter completed!