Drunk Immortal Gourd

But he only has two spirit stones and not many other valuable things, which is not enough to buy this dragon armor. After a pause, Qingyang said: "Can it be cheaper?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "This is a mid-grade defensive magic weapon. It can block the attacks of all monks below the Kaimai realm. The actual value must be more than three spiritual stones. If it could be cheaper, it would have been sold long ago. I won't wait until now. This Dragon Armor is my life-saving thing. If it weren't for the fact that my cultivation level has been stuck at the ninth level of the Pulse Opening Realm for too long and I need to change some elixirs to try to break through, I will never take it. He took it out and sold it.”

Qingyang's strength was not high. In order to save his life, what he needed most were defensive treasures. However, the light blue robe of the lame Taoist was too conspicuous, and it was easy for others to see the flaws. This soft armor can be worn under clothes, it is not visible and does not leak, so it is suitable for him now.

"I only have two spirit stones on me, but I also have a low-grade defensive magic weapon, a light blue robe. I wonder if you are willing to exchange it." Qingyang asked in a deep voice.

A low-grade defensive magic weapon is not worth a spiritual stone, but it is not much different. The difference between them is basically the difference of a Qi Nourishing Pill. This gap is not very big, but it is still somewhat different from the middle-aged man's request. Qingyang is not sure that the other party will agree.

This middle-aged man had originally planned to never lower the price, but after setting up the stall for several days, the dragon armor could not be sold. Now he finally found someone willing to buy it. If he missed it, he didn't know how long he would have to wait. The price difference for a Qi Nourishing Pill is really not worth it.

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

The spiritual stone I just got yesterday hasn't warmed up in my hands yet, so I spent it again. Qingyang took out two spiritual stones, handed the light blue Taoist robe wrapped in rags to the middle-aged man, and exchanged it for the other man's dragon armor.

After that, Qingyang walked around for a while, and at another stall, he took a fancy to a low-grade magic weapon sword with a fire attribute. After some bargaining and a Qi-nourishing pill, I exchanged the silver light sword for this magical weapon called the Red Flame Sword.

At this point, all three low-grade magic weapons that Qingyang obtained from the casual cultivators in Kaiyuan Mansion were taken away and replaced with items suitable for his own use. As long as Liang Zhongtian doesn't go out of his way to launch an investigation in Yuling City, his crime of being a gangster should not be exposed again.

Almost all the things that should be bought were bought. Seeing that it was past noon and feeling a little hungry, Qingyang was ready to end his trip to the market and return to the inn. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a smell of wine suddenly hit his face.

The aroma of this wine is very special, with a mellow taste. If you sniff it hard with your nose, you can faintly smell a faint aura. It is completely different from the bad wine that ordinary people drink in the world. Qingyang followed the smell of the 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 in a corner. There were many wine jars placed in front of the stall. Two people, an old man and a young man, guarded the stall boredly. It was deserted. Occasionally, a monk came up and asked a few questions, but he soon shook his head and left.

The stall owners were an elderly man and a boy of 16 or 17 years old. They looked very similar. They seemed to be a father and son, and they were dressed like ordinary people. Both of them are monks. The young man's cultivation level is similar to Qingyang's, but the old man's cultivation level is in the Qi refining stage.

When Qingyang came to the stall, he first glanced at the wine stall, and then asked the old man who was concentrating with his eyes closed: "What kind of wine is this?"

The old man just glanced at Qingyang indifferently, and then closed his eyes again. He seemed to think that with Qingyang's level of cultivation, he simply couldn't afford his wine, so he didn't bother to answer.

His son didn't have any prejudice against Qingyang. Perhaps he thought it was rare for a monk of the same age and rank to come over and said, "This is Baihua wine brewed by my father using ancestral secret methods. It uses hundreds of petals and nectar." , it took more than ten years to secretly refine it, and it is very helpful for the cultivation of monks in the Pulse Opening Realm. One altar requires three Qi-nourishing pills. "

One altar requires three Qi-nourishing pills. The price is really not low. No wonder the old man is too lazy to pay attention to himself. The wealth of casual cultivators in the middle stage of opening the pulse realm is generally not very rich. Even if they have Qi-nourishing pills, they usually keep them for themselves. How can they be so luxurious that they can exchange them for wine?

Qingyang sniffed it slightly with his nose. The Baihua wine contained not much spiritual power. One jar was equivalent to the medicinal content of a Qi-nourishing pill, which was much worse than the rain wine he made by cleaning the wine pool. , exchanging three Qi-nourishing pills for one jar is really not worth it. It can relieve alcohol addiction, but if you rely on this thing to practice, it will be a bit neglectful.

It's just that my purpose is not to satisfy my own craving, but to treat the alcoholic bee, to see if using spiritual wine can restore the alcoholic bee's strength as soon as possible. Moreover, this Hundred Flowers Wine is made from hundreds of flower petals and nectar, which is exactly what the alcoholic bees like. If you buy some and put them in the Drunken Fairy Gourd, it will probably get twice the result with half the effort.

Three qi-nourishing pills can buy one jar of wine, and one spiritual stone can be exchanged for a little more than three jars. The price is too high, and I can't buy a few jars with all my wealth.

Qingyang looked at this remote stall again. There were a total of twelve jars of wine, all of which were contained in large jars seven inches high and seven inches in diameter. They were sealed with special mud tires, but they looked rough. . Twelve altars can sell at least three spiritual stones for more than three yuan, and they are just placed outside so casually. This qi training monk is really rich.

Qingyang was about to buy two jars of Baihua Wine and leave, when he suddenly noticed that two jars of wine seemed different from the other ten jars. The packaging of these two jars of wine was obviously much better, and they were specially placed there for practice. The angry old man's legs seemed to be very important to him.

Qingyang couldn't help but be a little curious and asked: "Fellow Taoist, what kind of wine are those two jars of wine?"

The young man was about to answer when 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, so asking is in vain."

Qingyang couldn't help but feel a little angry. The old man had been indifferent to him just now. Now that he didn't talk to him, he was talking to him. How could he do business like this? Qingyang is also a newborn calf and is not afraid of tigers. He said in a deep voice: "Senior, how do you know that I can't afford it? Of course you have to ask for the price when selling things. Even if you can't afford it, isn't it okay to ask?"

Qingyang's attitude was a bit stiff, thinking that it would arouse the old man's dissatisfaction, but the old man just glanced at him, and then closed his eyes, as if he didn't bother to argue with him.