Drunken Immortal Gourd

　　 But I only have two spirit stones on my body, and there are not many other valuable things. It is not enough to buy this dragon armor. After a pause, Qing Yang said: "Can it be cheaper?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "This is a mid-grade defensive magic weapon, which can block all the attacks of monks below the open vein level. The actual value is definitely more than three spiritual stones. If it can be cheap, it will be sold long ago. I won’t wait until now. This dragon armor is my life-saving thing. If it’s not because my cultivation is stuck on the ninth floor of the open vein realm for too long, I need to change some pills to try to break through, I would never use it. He took it out and sold it."

　　 Qingyang is not high in strength. In order to save his life, what he needs most is a defensive treasure, but the light blue robe of the lame Taoist is too conspicuous, and it is easy to be seen by others. This piece of soft armor can be worn inside the clothes, it doesn't show up and doesn't leak, it's suitable for him now.

　　 "I only have two spirit stones, but I also have a defensive inferior magic weapon light blue Taoist robe. I don't know if you want to exchange it." Qing Yang asked in a deep voice.

　　 The defensive low-grade magic weapon is not worth a piece of spiritual stone, but it is not much different, and there is basically a gap in the middle of a Qi Yang Pill. This gap is not very large, but there is still some discrepancy with the requirements of the middle-aged man, Qing Yang is not sure that the other party will agree.

This middle-aged man originally had the intention of never lowering the price, but after the stall was set up for several days, the dragon armor could not be sold, and now he finally met someone willing to buy, if he missed it, I don’t know how long to wait. The price difference for a Qi Yang Dan is really worthless.

　　 After thinking about it for a long time, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "Deal!"

　　 The spirit stone I just got yesterday hasn't been heated in my hands yet, so I spent it out again. Qing Yang took out two spiritual stones, and handed the light blue Taoist robe wrapped in rags to the middle-aged man, and replaced it with the opponent's dragon armor.

After 　　, Qing Yang turned around for a while, and at another booth, he fell in love with a low-grade magic weapon with fire attributes. After bargaining, he put on another Qi Yang Pill, and then used the silver lightsaber to exchange the magic weapon called the Red Flame Sword.

　　 So far, the three low-grade magical artifacts that Qingyang obtained from those casual practitioners in Kaiyuan Palace have all been shot, and they have been replaced with things that they can use. As long as Liang Chongtian doesn't deliberately investigate into Yuling City, his illicit activities should not be exposed again.

　　 I have almost bought everything I should buy. Seeing that it is past noon, I feel a little hungry. Qingyang is going to end this trip to the city and return to the inn. When I was about to turn my head and leave, suddenly a smell of wine came to my face.

　　 The aroma of this wine is very special, the taste is mellow, you can smell it hard with your nose, and you can smell a faint aura, which is completely different from the bad wine that ordinary people drink in the world. Qing Yang followed the smell of wine and found a stall selling wine in a corner not far away.

　　 The wine stall deliberately avoided the temporary stalls of other monks and lived alone. There were many wine jars in front of the stall, and two people, one old and one young, guarded the stall boredly, deserted, and occasionally a monk came up to ask a few words, but soon shook his head and left.

　　 The owner of the stall is an elderly man and a 16 or 17-year-old boy. They look like five or six points. They seem to be a pair of father and son, dressed similarly to those in the world. Both of them were monks, and the young man's cultivation base was similar to Qing Yang, but the old man's cultivation base was in the Qi refining period.

　　 Qingyang came to the stall and scanned the wine stall first, and then asked the old man who was closing his eyes and rested, "What kind of wine is this?"

　　 The old man just glanced at Qing Yang faintly, and then closed his eyes again, seeming to think that with Qing Yang's cultivation base, he couldn't afford his wine at all, so he didn't bother to answer.

His son had no prejudice against Qingyang. Perhaps he thought it was rare for a monk of the same age to come over and said, "This is a hundred-flower wine brewed by my father using an ancestral secret method. It uses hundreds of petals and nectars. , It took more than ten years of time to secretly refine, and it is quite helpful to the cultivation of open vein realm monks. One altar requires three Qi nourishing pills."

　　 You need three Qi Yang Dan for one altar. The price is really not low, no wonder the old man is too lazy to take care of himself. In the mid-opening state, the self-cultivation family is generally not very rich, even if there is nourishing pill, they usually keep it for their own use, how can they be extravagant to exchange for wine?

Qing Yang used his nose to sniff slightly. The spiritual power contained in this Baihua wine is actually not much, and one jar is equivalent to the medicinal power of a Yangqi Pill, which is much worse than the rain wine made by brushing the wine pool. It's really worthless to trade three Qi-Nourishing Pills for one altar. Alcohol addiction can be cured.

　　 It’s just that my purpose is not to relieve my greed, but to treat the alcoholic bee~www.novelmt.com~ to see if the spirit wine can restore the alcoholic bee's strength as soon as possible. And this Baihua wine is brewed with hundreds of petals and nectars, which is just right for the appetite of the wine bee. If you buy some and put it in the drunk fairy gourd, it is estimated to have a multiplier effect.

　　 You can buy one jar of wine with three qi-raising pills, and one jar of spirit stone can be exchanged for a little more than three jars. This price is too high, and you can't buy a few jars for your own net worth.

Qing Yang looked at this remote stall again. There were a total of twelve jars of wine, all of which were filled with the seven-inch high and seven-inch diameter large jars, which were sealed with special mud tires, but they looked rough. . The twelve altars can sell at least three pieces of spiritual stones, and they are placed outside so casually, this qi training monk is really rich.

Qingyang was about to buy two jars of Baihua wine and left. At this moment, he suddenly noticed that two jars of wine seemed to be different from the other ten jars. The packaging of these two jars of wine was obviously much better, and they were specially placed there. The legs of the angry old man seemed to be very important.

　　 Qingyang couldn't help but feel a little curious, and asked, "This fellow Taoist, what kind of wine are those two altars?"

　　 The young man was about to answer. The old man next to him suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly: "Huh, boy, you can't afford the next two jars of wine. If you ask, it's a question of nothing."

　　 Qingyang couldn't help but feel a little irritated. The old man just ignored him. Now he didn't talk to him, but he robbed himself of himself. How could he do this business? Qingyang is also a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and said in a deep voice, "How can seniors know that I can't afford it? Naturally, you have to say the price when you sell things. Even if you can't afford it, can you ask?"

　　 Qingyang's attitude was a bit blunt, thinking it would cause the old man's dissatisfaction, but the old man just glanced at him, then closed his eyes again, as if disdain to argue with him.