"Senior brother, please stay. What are your plans for coming to the Ghost City?" A guard disciple came out and asked.
"Since I've come to the Ghost City, I'm naturally going to exchange for what I need to cultivate. What nonsense are you spouting?"
Fang Xing carelessly said, stopping the guard with a single sentence.
The guard stared blankly, then smiled wryly and said: "Senior brother is right. However, the Ghost City today is not the same as before. I don't know if senior brother has heard of it, but not long ago, there was a great thief who bewitched all the senior brothers, stole a lot of magic weapons, and floated away. After that, the Ghost City has not been held for a full three months, all thanks to this person. Now, although we have opened the Ghost City again, we have to be careful. I ask senior brother to clearly tell us what items you want to exchange or prepare to sell, and let us take a look!"
As soon as Fang Xing heard this, he knew in his heart that this was to prevent the situation from happening again!
If he really prepared to come empty-handed like last time and didn't bring anything but a smoke pot, he's afraid that he would be exposed. Once the other party asks him to show the use of the smoke pot, he would immediately be exposed.
But fortunately, although he was young, he understood the meaning of preparing a backup plan. Therefore, when he heard the guard's question, he only sneered in his heart and said: "The Ghost City's rules are really getting more and more, it's better to go to the Dao sect to exchange! Forget it, since I'm here, I'll abide by your rules. I'm here to exchange spirit stones for a Flying Sword. The spirit stones are here, see for yourself! "
Saying that, he took out a bright red spirit stone and flashed it in front of the guard.
"Since you've brought spirit stones, you must really intend to exchange for items. Then you're not a great thief!"
The guard relaxed and said with a smile: "Thank you senior brother for understanding, please come inside!"
Fang Xing waved his hand and said with a smile: "There's no understanding or not, it's all because of that abominable great thief. Everyone has worked hard!"
These words moved the guards. They were guarding here, asking to check the artifacts of everyone who came to the Ghost City. Although it was for safety, not everyone was understanding. There were many people who were cursing and swearing, but they could only endure it. They didn't dare to ruin the event. It was not easy to meet someone who understood their difficulties, and their hearts were very moved.
However, if they knew that the only person who understood them was the thief from last time, how would they react?
Fang Xing entered the valley and saw that the domain this time was much larger than the previous one. The participants' cultivations were also much higher than the previous one. Most of them were at the second level of spirit formation and above. There were also quite a few at the third level of spirit formation. At this time, their exchange had already begun. Each of them were silent, but they quickly completed the transaction. Their actions were calm and shrewd. It was obvious that they were not rookies who participated in the Ghost Market for the first time.
"What happened last time scared the rookies so much that they didn't dare to come. This time, the ones coming are all veterans!"
Fang Xing thought to himself. He reckoned that it wouldn't be easy to make a move this time.
"Forget it, I'll just treat it as a normal transaction this time!"
Fang Xing thought to himself as he strolled around the valley.
He saw that most of the people in the valley placed the things they wanted to trade in front of them and then sat cross-legged, waiting for others to look at them. There were also people like Fang Xing who strolled around. Once they found something they liked, they would go over to chat.
Some transactions were directly bartering. If they couldn't reach an agreement, they would use spirit stones or gold and silver to exchange.
Most of these things that could appear in the Phantom City were things that could be used in cultivation. After exchanging them for gold and silver in the mortal world, the quantity was too large. Therefore, spirit stones were more like a circulating resource in cultivation, which everyone also recognized.
Fang Xing strolled around the valley and was surprised to find that the scale of the Ghost Market this time was much larger. There were also a lot of things. In the previous Ghost Market, most of the things were exchanged between spirit stones and gold and silver. This time, all kinds of things appeared. Flying swords, magic tools, and even martial arts formulas and spells appeared. There were also some healing, eye-catching, resting pills and so on. There was a dazzling array of things, too many to mention.
Some people only had one or two things in front of them. There were also some who were more exaggerated. They actually had a large bluestone placed in front of them, as if they were setting up a stall.
"Hehe, senior brother, don't you want to come over and take a look? I have the most good things here! "
Someone saw Fang Xing passing by and greeted him in a low voice. Fortunately, he didn't shout loudly, otherwise, it would really look like a market.
"Let's walk around again!"
Fang Xing said this and turned his head away.
His original intention was to buy a flying sword, but seeing that there were many flying swords in this Ghost Market, he didn't have to worry at all. Therefore, he began to pay attention to other things.
"Do you really think this is a market?"
That person muttered in a low voice, but didn't cause any more trouble.
Fang Xing giggled. His gaze swept over that person's stall, and he suddenly made a sound of surprise.
That person was immediately delighted. He laughed in a low voice and said: "Senior brother, is there something you like?"
Fang Xing slowly crouched down and slowly flipped through his stall, not saying a word.
"Hehe, senior brother has a good eye. This junior brother has the most things here, the quality is guaranteed, and the price is also thirty percent lower than other people's!"
This person said rather boastfully. It wasn't a lie, his stall's turnover was indeed high.
Fang Xing still didn't say a word. He slowly picked up a flying sword and looked at it carefully. Seeing this, that person started to talk non-stop about his own flying sword. He listed a dozen or so benefits, praising a low-level flying sword as if it was rare in the heavens.
Fang Xing seemed to be moved. He opened his mouth and said: "In exchange for a few spirit stones?"
This person mysteriously pinched his five fingers together, flashed them in front of Fang Xing, and said with a low laugh: "This price is not excessive, right?"
"Seven spirit stones? Hehe, it really is thirty percent lower than others … "
Fang Xing sneered. If he didn't have the Yin Yang Fiendgod Mirror, he might really be moved by this person's price.
"How about it? Senior brother, do you want to buy it? "
That person said with a smile, thinking that he had made another business deal.
"This senior brother, good craftsmanship …"
Fang Xing held the flying sword and looked at it for a while. Suddenly, he gently threw the flying sword on his stall. He narrowed his eyes, looked at the person with a smile that wasn't a smile, and said in a low voice: "What do you think those who just bought your things will think if I make it known that most of the goods in your stall are fake? What will the people who want to restore the reputation of the Ghost Market think? "
The owner of the stall suddenly changed his expression. He lowered his voice, his eyes flashed, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense.
This senior brother, if you want to buy, then buy, don't talk nonsense! "
But after this stern expression, he inevitably revealed a guilty conscience, and couldn't help but look to the side.
"Nonsense?"
Fang Xing sneered. Suddenly, his hands moved as if they were flying, picking up the items on the stall. Some he only glanced at and then threw to the side, while some he was a bit gentler and properly placed to the side. Not long after, the items on the entire stall were arranged into two piles. On the surface, these two piles didn't seem to have any obvious classifications. There were all kinds of things, flying swords, spirit pills, and so on.
"This senior brother, what do you think of the classification I gave you?"
Fang Xing gently threw a pill on the pile on the left, clapped his hands, and said with a smile.
That stall owner was already dripping with cold sweat. His voice was weak, and he said with an awkward smile: "So senior brother … is a sensible person. How about this, senior brother and I hit it off at first sight. This flying sword, I will give it to senior brother, how about it?"
As he said that, he took out a flying sword from the pile on the left and right, and respectfully held it with both hands.
But it turned out that in this short time, Fang Xing casually identified all the things on his stall and divided them into two parts. The part on the right was the real thing, and the part on the left was problematic.
The stall owner was shocked, and hurriedly bribed with the real thing. At the same time, his eyes flashed, obviously hinting to Fang Xing that after taking the flying sword, he should shut his mouth and go somewhere else!
This Taoist Ghost City was different from the antiques in the secular world. Antiques in the secular world were all about eyesight. Even if you suffered a loss, you couldn't go back to find trouble. You could only admit that you lost. But in this Taoist Ghost City, no one would play those superficial things with you. They came here to exchange for cultivation resources. Moreover, resources were very precious. It would be terrible to lose a little bit easily.
In the Magic Weapon Pavilion, the Big Rat Spirit and the others dared to use some damaged magic weapons to trick people and extort bribes. That was because most of the people they faced were disciples who had just been promoted to the outer sect, and they had the support of the Taoist rules, so they were not afraid. But in this Ghost City, if someone dared to use a fake to cheat, after being exposed on the spot, it was possible that everyone would attack together to kill that person.
Fang Xing looked at the man's weak eyes and laughed mockingly. He took the flying sword, but casually threw it to the side, and said with a low laugh: "It's just a piece of junk, what's it worth?"
The stall owner was annoyed. His eyes turned cold, and he said in a low voice: "This senior brother, leave a way out, and we'll meet again in the future. Don't be too ruthless, I'm not someone to be trifled with … …"
As he said that, his spiritual energy shook, and he was actually at the third level of spirit formation.
Fang Xing seemed to not hear his threat, and still said mockingly: "In the Ghost City, who knows who? There's no such thing as meeting again in the future. Your third level of spirit formation cultivation is not low, but in this Ghost City, there are at least ten people whose cultivation surpasses yours. As long as I shout, everyone will rush over. Even if your cultivation is twice as high, it's no use! "
The stall owner immediately became nervous, tightly clenching his fists, and his palms were full of cold sweat.
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