After leaving the "True Fa Pavilion", Chen Mo went to more than a dozen stores. The price of Yangyuan Jue is extremely high, so the price of the True Fa Pavilion is still relatively low.

Finally, Chen Mo softly and hardly soaked in a shop, using twenty-one low-grade spirit stones to get the fourth to sixth-layer Yangyuan Jue.

On the way to the south of the city, I listened to the words Yangyuan Jue, the tenth floor, the quality of the Taoist platform, and the soon-to-expansion of the auction, and the Chen and Jin countries that many cultivators who heard the wind were rushing to Lanyun City.

Being in Lanyun City, Chen Mo obviously felt that in just one day, a tense atmosphere appeared in Lanyun City, and there was a storm that the building was filled with wind.

It’s really a piece of windless Yang Yuan Jue, which rolls up thousands of waves of mist and clouds!

However, all this has nothing to do with him, so I should buy an attacking spirit weapon earlier and leave this Lanyun City, which has become the center of the vortex.

Chen Mo followed the route in his memory, thinking about walking south of the city, while watching the spiritual weapons and some aggressive spiritual plants sold on both sides of the road.

Until he entered Yifang City, Chengnan Road, Chen Mo could not find a very satisfied one. In fact, there were two kinds of spiritual weapons along the way, a fiery-patterned spiritual sword and a set of twelve wind-chasing spirit needles.

However, Chen Mo still prefers aggressive spiritual planting tools, rather than spiritual plants extracted materials and made of metal and stone. After all, he has a treasure that can improve the quality of spiritual plants and naturally improves the power of spiritual plants.

At this time, there was still some time before dawn, so Chen Mo was not in a hurry. He slowly searched in the south of the city. Relying on the sensitivity of pure wood spiritual roots, he looked at some attacking spiritual plants around him.

In his perception, all the best ones that can cause his strong sense of emotion are superior, but none of them are affordable to him.

For example, the Blood-Swallowing Snake Vine is a kind of slender vine that is cultivated into the middle-grade yellow grade.

The spikes on its tough vines have paralyzing toxins, which can paralyze and trap enemies. The price is 580 low-grade spirit stones, which makes Chen Mo shocked.

After visiting the market for a long time, I have never found a spiritual plant that can both cause him to feel strongly and is cheap.

Chen Mo was already preparing to give up and planned to buy a kind of affordable one to cultivate himself, but when he walked to an inconspicuous stall, the sudden induction made him stop.

This is a small stall in Daoyifang City. The stall owner is an old man who looks inconspicuous and dresses like an old farmer in the world.

But the old man's eyes were shining brightly, and he could tell at a glance that he should be very smart.

Chen Mo did not dare to underestimate him, but just squatted down quietly, and looked left and again in front of the old man's stall with the guests, touching this and that, and finally picked up a black piece of thing that looked like a stone in the size of a palm, and touched it carefully.

There is still some mud on the stones, with some green spots. It smells lightly, with a little fragrance of bamboo juice.

The old man saw that Chen Mo was just touching and had no intention of buying it. He blew his beard and said coldly: "If you don't buy it, don't touch it randomly. If you break it, you can't afford to compensate."

Listening to the old man's cold tone, Chen Mo put down the 'stone', picked up a sword bamboo, and said lightly: "Fellow Taoist, how can I chase customers out when opening a business? How do you know I won't buy it?"

When the old man heard that he wanted to buy it, he immediately became interested. His smile suddenly changed. He smiled, first apologized, then praised Chen Mo, and then began to praise his spiritual plant and said: "Friends of Taoism, I have a good eye for my husband's things as soon as I come. It's not my husband's stuff, but I definitely have this stuff..."

As he said that, the old man gave him a big thumbs up with shame, and then pointed at the sword bamboo in Chen Mo's hand.

"Look at my sword bamboo, which is bright in color and green in color. If you press the gauge case, then look at this thorn. If you plant it, you can live. It is well cultivated. It is not a problem for the yellow grade low-grade one. I think the fellow Taoist is good-looking and does not bargain. There are seventy low-grade spirit stones."

"Seventy?"

Chen Mo smiled faintly, put down the sword bamboo and turned around and left. The old man turned his eyes and hurriedly said, "Fellow up with Taoist."

Chen Mo stopped hearing this, turned to the stall and said, "Fellow Daoist, how can you do this business like this? It's too unintentional."

The old man didn't care and said with a smile: "You go back and forth with this business, the price is easy to negotiate. Fellow Daoist will offer a price."

Hearing this, Chen Mo stretched out two fingers and said slowly: "Twenty Low-grade Spirit Stones"

"What? Twenty Low-grade Spirit Stones?"

The old man blew his beard and pretended to be angry: "Fellow Taoist, are you happy with my husband's poverty? I don't sell my husband's 60 low-grade spiritual stones. If you fall in love, buy wherever you fall in love."

Chen Mo pondered for a moment, and finally pointed to a sword bamboo, the black stone that had just taken a fancy to and a bag of Linggu seeds and said, "Together, I will give you forty low-grade spirit stones."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, looked at the sword bamboo, Linggu seeds, and then looked at the black stone.

Forty low-grade spirit stones, this was a bit beyond his expectations. Could this man see something he didn't see?

There must be no problem with sword bamboo, and there is no problem with Linggu seeds. The only problem with the problem is the dark thing.

He himself can't remember how this thing came about and has been used to press the stall. Is it because it has some mystery?

The old man became silent and did not speak, but looked at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo looked at the old man without any hesitation. The old man suddenly smiled and said, "Young brother, you are interested in this thing." He said that, pointing to the thing that looks like a black stone.

Chen Mo's heart tightened, but there was no expression on his face. He just glanced at the old man indifferently and said, "I think fellow Taoist has no plans to buy and sell, so I've said goodbye."

As he said that, Chen Mo clasped his fists, turned around and left without any intention of staying.

He walked slowly without any haste, and his heart became more and more nervous. No matter what, he would have to get that thing, even if he spent more spirit stones.

But if he turned around at this time, the old man would definitely raise the price. I don’t know how much money he would spend, and he might not be able to get it.

One step, two steps...

Chen Mo gradually walked away, and the old man looked at Chen Mo's back as he left, and he was confused.

A sword bamboo was only 15 low-grade spirit stones, and some spiritual valley seeds were even less valuable. As for the stone-shaped things, they were just used to press the stalls, and they were less than twenty low-grade spirit stones.

If he bought forty low-grade spirit stones, he would earn at least twenty, but he always felt something was wrong. He glanced at the broken stone and the old man turned his attention to Chen Mo again.
Chapter completed!