But Qin Liang came to ask in detail how deep the water in this place was.

After stepping over the archway, Qin Liang's eyes suddenly became clear, and shops appeared in front of him. Each shop was of different sizes. The largest one was like a mansion, and the small one was less than three feet tall. It could only hold a few samples of goods.

But in front of the shop, there were street stalls, with various spiritual herbs, weapons, talismans on them... there were also various shiny stones, and various rare beasts...

“This place…is really good!”

Qin Liang sighed, he had never seen such a place in his practice for several lifetimes. There was no way to do so. Who made the world where he was in before lacking spiritual energy and not many monks? How could a market for monks gathering and trading?

"...Little Lu, are you familiar with this place? Let me introduce it to the young master."

Qin Liang touched the treasure bag on his waist and prepared to fight hard.

"OK……"

Luzhu nodded repeatedly and whispered: "The most famous shops here are those farms, Tianlang Weapon Shop, Ziluo Pharmacy, and Heihu Mountain Puppet Room..."

Luzhu is well aware of it and points out the shops in the street ahead one by one.

Qin Liang listened carefully.

He originally thought that the ghost market here was just a small trading market for monks, comparable to the flea market he knew.

It was only after witnessing the ghost market that he realized that there was a huge gap between his imagination and reality.

The names mentioned by Luzhu are all famous shops in the Great Zhou Xian Dynasty, such as the Tianlang Weapon Shop, which is actually a famous weapon refiner alliance in the Nanzhan Continent, which specializes in creating various magical and spiritual weapons.

Ziluo Pharmacy is an immortal sect, best at planting spiritual herbs and medicines, and has many pharmacists and alchemists. They are well-known in the nine continents of the world.

Baihuamen also has an industry here, specializing in selling warm honey and semi-ausage fragrance and other tonics. The annual income is even richer than Wanhua, which is spread all over the West Xinjiang.

Don’t look at the deserted and deserted outside the Ghost Market, and after entering the archway, it is very lively.

The long street with no end at first glance is brightly lit and people come and go.

Qin Liang was amazed by various strange costumes.

There are Western barbarians wearing animal skins and disheveled hair, monks wearing feathered clothes and winged clothes, warriors carrying giant axes on their shoulders, and beating chest muscles, and Qi training men wearing plain clothes and long swords on their waists...

As for people like Qin Liang who are covered with airtightness, there are countless people.

The biggest difference between a ghost market and a normal market is that no one shouts. Everyone is careful. If it is not for a companion, they will keep a certain distance from others.

It is normal for monks to be wary of something.

It would be bad if you accidentally provoke a difficult person.

Especially in the western border, there are many Western barbarians and demon clans. The Western barbarians have wizards and curses who are good at winning techniques. As for the demon clans, there are endless ways to harm others, which are easy to provoke.

Qin Liang walked along the way and found that many monks were trying to avoid him and Luzhu, and he was puzzled. At this time, he had already restrained the aura of the sixth level of Qi training man in his soul, looking no different from a normal person.

After asking about Luzhu, Qin Liang discovered that in the ghost market, only some demons and Western barbarians would hide their heads and faces.

Most of these demon clans have enemies in Songlan City or Western Xinjiang, or have special identities, so they hide and do not want to cause trouble.

Qin Liang did not go to the shops on both sides. He came to the ghost market and just wanted to find some spiritual medicines suitable for alchemy. These spiritual medicines can certainly be bought in those stores, but they will definitely not be at reasonable prices.

Although the General's Mansion is rich, it is all wealth in the world. The spiritual money used by practitioners is only more than 10,000, which is accumulated by several generations of the General's Mansion and cannot withstand squandering.

Even if Qin Liang was spending his fortune, he knew that this spiritual money would be spent on the edge and could not be wasted.

So he wanted to try his luck at the stalls on both sides of the street.

"Aunt...Young Master, what are you looking for? Maybe I can help..."

Luzhu was still nervous. Qin Liang didn't mention her escape, but she couldn't think that this had never happened!

Who knows how the married man is going to punish and torture her next?

It is impossible to kill her, at least not for the time being, but... tomorrow, will it be her turn to try the pill?

In order to reflect his own value, Luzhu is naturally eager to show his abilities.

"No, just wander around."

Qin Liang blocked the various words that Luzhu had prepared.

At this time, he had already walked to a stall with all kinds of fragments and rags.

"I will choose three pieces of spiritual money for myself, so I will choose whatever I want and don't bargain."

The stall owner sat on a small stool, wrapped around his body tighter than Qin Liang, but the stall owner had only a dirty oil cloth on his body, and there were several holes on it, which looked very shabby. His voice was also very tender and he should be not very old.

It is just the realm of the second level of Qi Practice, but it is not hidden.

Looking at the young stall owner's appearance, Qin Liang nodded secretly and remembered the past.

When he was struggling to practice, he was probably like this, even a little more miserable than this young man.

Qin Liang squatted down and picked in the pile of rags.

Luzhu frowned.

The objects on the street stalls are all damaged magic weapons. If these magic weapons are damaged, they can at least be considered high-quality spiritual weapons. However, after they are damaged, even the lowest magic weapons cannot be considered, because there is no longer any spiritual power, and it is just the metal of the object itself, which can be recycled and utilized.

In Luzhu's eyes, these rags are not worth a piece of spiritual money. This stall owner dared to open a big mouthful.

“Where did this dig?”

Qin Liang held a rusty dagger in his hand, bounced it with his fingers, and said, "Did you dig the ancient tomb of the monk or the ancient battlefield?"

When Luzhu heard Qin Liang's words, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Only then did she notice that these damaged objects were all weapons, with less than half of the shields left, spear tips, daggers, blades and even a pair of mail with broken inscriptions.

“…”

The stall owner did not speak, but instead shrank his body and was full of vigilance.

"If I want these things, five pieces of spiritual money, I will ask for them all."

Qin Liang smiled and said.

“…It’s really a loser!”

Luzhu felt a little distressed when she heard Qin Liang's words. These were just rags and were not worth buying with spiritual money!

“…Four pieces.”

The stall owner hesitated for a moment. He was actually already moved by the price given by Qin Liang.

"Four pieces are not impossible, but you have to tell the origin of the thing."

Qin Liang smiled again.

"...It's better to have five items...you can't be owed to credit."

The boy stuttered for a moment: "You can't write white strips either."

"I have bought so many things for you, I have to give this piece of cloth to me, right?"

"You can give this for buying something..." The boy hesitated for a moment, took out a stone from his arms, and handed it to Qin Liang: "This cloth cannot be given... My mother said she could not lose the thing."

The boy's voice was a little nervous. He also knew that this cloth was worthless, but a piece of spiritual money could be exchanged for cloth piled up with other villages.

"Okay."

Qin Liang took the stone over and glanced at it with a strange look.

"Count how many things..."

Qin Liang ordered Luzhu to pay money from the treasure bag himself.
Chapter completed!