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Chapter 137 Hundred Flowers Wine

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    But I only have two spirit stones on my body, and there are not many other valuable things, 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 middle-grade defensive magic weapon, which can block the attacks of all monks below the Opening Pulse Realm. The actual value must be more than three spirit 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 wasn't because my cultivation base was stuck on the ninth floor of the pulse-opening state for too long and I needed to change some pills to try to break through, I would never use it.  He took it out and sold it."

    Qingyang's strength is not high, in order to save his life, what he needs most are defensive treasures, but the light blue Taoist robe of the lame Taoist is too conspicuous, and it is easy for people to see the flaws.  This soft armor can be worn under clothes, it doesn't show mountains or leaks, it is suitable for him now.

    "I only have two spirit stones on me, but I also have a light blue Taoist robe, a low-grade defensive magic weapon. I don't know if you would like to exchange it." Qingyang asked in a deep voice.

    Defensive low-grade magical artifacts are not worth a spirit stone, but they are not too far behind. Basically, the gap between them is a Qi-nourishing pill.  This gap is not too big, but there is still some discrepancy with the requirements of the middle-aged man, Qingyang is not sure that the other party will agree.

    The middle-aged man originally planned not to lower the price, but the stall has been set up for several days, and the dragon armor has not been sold. Now he finally found someone willing to buy it. If he misses it, I don¡¯t know how long he will have to wait.  The price difference for a Qi Yang Pill is really not worth it.

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

    The Lingshi I just got yesterday was spent again before it warmed up in my hand.  Qingyang took out two spirit stones, and gave the middle-aged man the light blue Taoist robe wrapped in rags, and exchanged it for the dragon armor of the other party.

    After that, Qingyang wandered around for a while, and at another booth, he fell in love with a low-grade magic sword with fire attribute.  After haggling over the price, he took another Qi Yang Pill, and then used the silver light sword to exchange the magic weapon called the Red Flame Sword.

    So far, Qingyang has sold all the three low-grade magic weapons obtained from those loose cultivators in Kaiyuan Mansion, and replaced them with things he can use.  As long as Liang Chongtian doesn't carry out a special investigation in Yuling City, his cheating on gangsters should not be exposed again.

    All the things that should be bought are almost bought. Seeing that the time has passed noon, I am a little hungry. Qingyang is going to end this trip to Fangshi and return to the inn.  Just as he was about to turn his head to leave, suddenly a smell of wine came over his face.

    The aroma of this wine is very special, with a mellow taste. When you sniff it hard with your nose, you can faintly smell a faint aura, which is completely different from the bad wine that ordinary people drink in the world.  Qingyang searched along the scent of the wine, and found a booth 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 in front of the booth, and two people, one old and one young, guarded the booth boredly. It was deserted. Occasionally, a monk came up to ask a few words, but soon shook his head and left.

    The stall owner is an elderly man and a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. They look five or six points alike. They seem to be a pair of father and son. They are dressed similarly to ordinary people.  Both of them are monks, the young man's cultivation base is similar to Qingyang's, but the old man's cultivation base is in the Qi refining stage.

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

    The old man just glanced at Qingyang indifferently, and then closed his eyes again, as if he felt that with Qingyang's cultivation level, he couldn't afford his wine at all, so he didn't bother to answer.

    His son didn't have any prejudice against Qingyang, maybe he felt that it was rare for a monk of the same age and rank to come over, and said: "This is the hundred-flower wine brewed by my father using the secret method handed down from the ancestors, using hundreds of kinds of petals and nectar.  , It took more than ten years of secret refining, and it is very helpful for the cultivation of monks in the pulse opening state, and one altar needs three Qi nourishing pills."

    One altar needs three qi nourishing pills, the price is really not low, no wonder the old man is too lazy to talk to him.  Loose cultivators in the mid-stage of the Opening Pulse Realm are generally not very rich. Even if they have Qi Yang Pills on their bodies, they usually keep them for themselves. How can they be so extravagant that they can exchange them for wine?

    Qingyang took a slight sniff with his nose, the spiritual power contained in this Hundred Flowers Wine is actually not much, one jar is equivalent to the medicinal power content of a Qi Yang Pill, which is much worse than the rain wine made by washing the wine pool by himself  Well, it's really worthless to exchange three qi-nourishing pills for one pot. It can cure alcohol addiction, but if you rely on this thing to practice, it's a bit of a waste of money.

    just for my own purposeIt's not for satisfying my hunger, but to treat the alcoholic bee, to see if using spirit wine can restore the alcoholic bee's strength as soon as possible.  Moreover, this hundred flower wine is brewed with hundreds of kinds of flower petals and nectar, which suits the appetite of alcoholic bees. If you buy some and put them in the drunk fairy gourd, it will probably be able to get twice the result with half the effort.

    Three jars of nourishing qi pills can buy one jar of wine, and one spirit 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 booth again, there were twelve jars of wine in total, all of them were packed in large jars with a height of seven inches and a diameter of seven inches, and the top was sealed with a special mud tire, but it looked rather rough  .  The Twelve Altars can sell at least three spirit stones, and they are placed outside so casually. The net worth of this qi training monk is indeed rich.

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

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

    The young man was about to answer, when the old man next to him suddenly opened his eyes, and said coldly: "Hmph, boy, you can't afford the next two jars of wine, so it's useless to ask."

    Qingyang couldn't help but get a little angry, just now the old man was ignoring him, but now that he didn't talk to him, he opened his mouth to rob him, how could he do business like this?  Qingyang is also a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. He said in a deep voice: "How did senior know that I can't afford it? Naturally, you have to talk about the price when selling things. Even if you can't afford it, why don't you just ask?"

    Qingyang's attitude was a little blunt, thinking that it would cause the old man's dissatisfaction, but the old man just glanced at him, and then closed his eyes again, as if he didn't bother arguing with him.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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