Qian Yang was planning to practice, but hesitated. He should not be far from the fourth level of Qi refining. He thought that these spirit stones should be enough to cultivate to the fourth level of Qi refining, but the last time he picked up the bargain made him feel itchy when he saw the spirit stone. Looking at the Frisbee in Qiankun bag, Qian Yang felt that there seemed to be a little bug crawling in his heart.

Objectively speaking, the biggest function of prehistoric antiques is to break through the bottleneck. Qian Yang does not need it urgently at present, just practice step by step.

Moreover, it is hard to find something like picking up bargains, and you can’t buy anything decent if you really pick it up. Even if you really pick it up, like the 1981 cent coins, it is impossible to cash out. No one will believe that there will be any difference between that coin and other coins.

The most tragic thing is to really spend thirty spirit stones to pick up a big leak, but it cannot be realized. I am penniless. Finally, I absorb the antique with tears and blood, successfully reaching the fourth level of Qi Refining, and then pretending that nothing has happened.

Well, Qian Yang was shocked by his imagination.

"Just take the money and go and see it, and don't buy anything." Qian Yang, who was wearing a black hat, looked tempting.

"Forget it, let's practice with peace of mind. There are more opportunities in the future." Qian Yang, who was wearing a white hat, patiently comforted him.

Qian Yang hesitated for a long time and finally waved his hand to drive away the bad guy in the black hat and made up his mind to practice with peace of mind.

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West Street, Qinglingshan Fang City.

"It's not that I can't control my inner desires, but that I just want to understand my thoughts. I'm just here to see and buy nothing." Qian Yang said.

Compared to the confusion I came to the market in the previous two times, Qian Yang was obviously much more comfortable this time. He looked left and right, and went forward from time to time to ask the stall owner.

Soon he discovered that today's market is much more lively than usual. He listened to the occasional words coming from around him and realized that it was the annual Immortal Assassination Meeting of Qingling Sect, which is the day when he opened the mountain gate to collect disciples.

All the teenagers who were qualified to get started gathered here to wait for the sect to lead them into the mountain.

Nearly a hundred young people, plus the elders of the family, and those who have not been qualified to get the entry-level qualifications but hope to encounter miracles at this last moment, hundreds of people have flocked to the market in the past few days.

Because the Qingling Sect does not allow new disciples to bring spiritual stones and other items to assist in cultivation into the mountain, other items are not restricted. The hundreds of people are very generous in their actions, which has greatly driven the market's transaction volume. Every year, it has almost become a fixed festival in the Qinglingshan market at this time of year.

The Qingling Sect’s regulations were naturally not intended to drive the market economy, but had other intentions, but it had nothing to do with Qian Yang.

Qian Yang did not experience such a situation when he entered the school last year. He was carried up the mountain by Xiaoguo, and then asked the leader for an entry token, and entered the Qingling Sect directly on the mountain, and then he was organized into a group with other new disciples.

Speaking of this entry token, it is a certificate issued by Qingling Sect to allow him to become an outer disciple. In addition to the fixed quota of each affiliated family every year, the senior executives of the sect also have the authority to issue a certain number of bearer tokens to the outside world. At this time of year, you can use this token to become an outer disciple, and recognize the card but not the person. This is the case with Qian Yang.

Even if you become a great monk, you will always have some indelible human favors or some unwilling to say something.

This entry-level token can allow an unknown poor boy to join the Qingling Sect. He will not have to worry about the source of magic and cultivation resources until the Golden Elixir Stage. He can also rely on the contribution of the sect to exchange for his contribution. From now on, his future will be infinitely bright, and it is not an exaggeration to say that this token is a priceless treasure.

But there is a hurdle that cannot be avoided, which is the elimination rate. Qingling Sect includes 100 people every year. After many years, there will be no more than ten people in the sect. There are only a few who have hope of impacting the foundation building, and 90% will be eliminated in the first year. In other words, in the hands of 90% of people, the value of this token is only twenty spirit stones plus an introductory technique.

It is the uncertainty of the value of the token that makes it one of the most suitable items for favors and cause and effect, and it also makes it the most popular product in the market.

No one thinks they will be eliminated in the first year, and the high-rise players spend a lot of money on a token that occasionally appears in the market.

Qian Yang was wandering around the stalls, and the focus was naturally on prehistoric antiques. There were not many antiques on the stalls, most of which were ancient coins that were difficult to distinguish between authenticity, and sometimes there were some bronze ware. Regardless of whether it was true or false, the price offered by the stall owner alone made Qian Yang discouraged.

Walking towards Wuling Pavilion, the smart servant was still welcoming guests at the door.

The crowds in the market increased greatly, and the servant was working hard. Judging from the faint sweat on his forehead, you can imagine that the business in the store must be very prosperous.

Sure enough, Qian Yang walked into the store and the shelves were already crowded. Many people wanted to stop and look at the items on the shelves, but they were crowded by the crowds behind and had to give up their thoughts.

It is said that this situation is extremely difficult for monks to happen. The monks have the caution of monks. Even in a safe area like the market, strangers will not be allowed to enter their own alert range at will.

But in this strange store like a vegetable market, I can only follow the customs and move between the shelves with the flow of people. I occasionally see something, but I have no time to look at it carefully, so I hurriedly picked it up and left.

Seeing this grand occasion, Qian Yang had to stop and turn to the other side of the store. The side at least looked like a normal store, doing ordinary items.

Behind the long container, several guys were receiving guests, buying or selling.

At the end, there were two elderly monks, who seemed to be appraisers in the hall. They took the items handed over by the friend from time to time and savored them carefully.

When Qian Yangxing came, a middle-aged monk was trading in front of the stage. The monk took out one thing after another from the Qiankun bag and put it on the counter.

His hands trembled slightly, and he was accompanied by low coughs from time to time. He looked very bad, and he seemed to be injured. Next to him was a little girl in her teens clutched the corner of his clothes tightly.

The shop clerk counted the items of middle-aged monks and quoted prices from time to time: "Fifteen first-level primary beast cores, seven first-level intermediate beast cores, and one first-level advanced beast core, a total of forty-six spirit stones!" Then he handed several middle-aged monk's magic weapons to the appraiser behind him.

The appraiser took a brief look and quickly quoted the price: "Three low-level magic weapons and one intermediate magic weapon, a total of eighty spirit stones."

After hearing this, the guy turned to the middle-aged monk and said, "The beast core and magic weapons total 126 spirit stones, so I can sell them in this store for 130 spirit stones?"

The middle-aged monk nodded hesitantly, then asked, "Brother, can you tell me where is the Qingling Sect entry token for sale in the market?"

The guy's expression was a little surprised, and he quickly corrected his expression and replied: "This year, I heard that only two entry tokens appeared in the market. One of them was sold in Huiwentang the day before yesterday, and the other will be auctioned in Sihefang on East Street, Fangshi tomorrow night."

The monk's eyes lit up: "I wonder how much this token is worth?"

The guy replied: "The day before yesterday was said to have sold 3,500 spirit stones. In previous years, it was probably the same price. I don't think the one will be much different tomorrow night."

When the middle-aged monk heard this, his expression suddenly became dim. Even his body trembled involuntarily. Then he gritted his teeth and took out things from the Qiankun bag and placed them on the counter. He had everything in pieces, and it seemed that he had turned out all the belongings.

When he trembled and put a jade ring on the container, the little girl behind him pulled his sleeve hard, and the middle-aged monk ignored him and took all his Qiankun bags on his own.

The guy hesitated a little, looked up at the turbid but firm eyes of the middle-aged monk, lowered his head and began to pick up items on the container. He slowly picked out a few magic weapons, a few bottles of pills, and a stack of talismans to the appraiser behind him. Then he pushed back the remaining miscellaneous things to the monk: "These are not worth the spirit stones."

The middle-aged monk silently took the miscellaneous items. The little girl behind her kept staring at the jade ring in the appraiser's hand, her eyes blurred with tears.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qian Yang probably guessed what the situation was. Similar scenes are constantly being staged in both past and present lives. The helpless and sadness outsiders may not really understand it. However, the brilliance emitted by human nature in adversity is particularly touching.

Qian Yang had the impulse to do something, but after weighing the Qiankun bag in his hand, he could only smile helplessly.
Chapter completed!