After the cannon fodder junior sister went crazy, the entire sect begged to be let go

Hua Ci and Wen Dao stood at the intersection of the street. After waiting for a while, they saw Shen Yushu and Nan Xing coming out.

"How about it?"

Wen Dao asked about their situation.

"This dungeon is quite professional. After the senior brother asked, they gave a jade slip and said that when they found out, the answer would appear on the jade slip."

Nan Xing said, pointing to the jade slip in Shen Yushu's hand.

"There are a lot of amazing things in this dungeon, let's continue shopping."

With that said, Wen Dao led the three people forward.

"Why are there so many people from the demon world here?"

Nan Xing quietly pointed at a few demon cultivators in the distance who were faintly showing the fluctuations of demonic energy.

"Wanxiang City is close to the North Snowfield, and behind the North Snowfield is the border between immortals and demons. Some demonic cultivators are also normal." Shen Yushu explained.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. Generally speaking, in the realm of cultivating immortals, demonic cultivators are not so upright, and those demonic cultivators don't look like they are passing by, but rather like they have been here all year round."

Wen Dao looked towards the demon cultivators over there, who were chatting familiarly with the people around them.

"What are you doing here? This is the world of cultivating immortals. How can a demon cultivator practice without demonic energy? Do you just rely on the demonic energy emanating from here?"

Although the dungeon is filled with demonic energy, it is not to the level where demon cultivators can practice directly.

"Who knows?"

He curled his lips, put his hands behind his back and continued walking forward.

"The things sold here are so expensive, I can't even afford them."

Nanxing asked several times about the price of spiritual weapons along the way, and they were always several times higher than the general price outside the city.

Nan Xing asked several times, and after finding out the market price, he stopped asking. It was too expensive and he couldn't afford it.

Hua Ci also saw a few good mid-level spiritual weapons, but there was no need to buy them.

What Hua Ci wanted most was the five-element spiritual treasure, but he didn't see any.

"Hey! There is a place here, the price is cheap!"

Nan Xing pointed to a stall.

The location of the stall is a little more remote than other places. The stall owner's face is very small, in the shape of an inverted triangle, with the ends of his eyes raised, and he purses his lips with his tongue from time to time. He looks very shrewd and careful.

However, there is a wooden sign with a clearly marked price next to each spiritual weapon.

The price looks relatively reasonable.

"These look good!"

Nan Xing stared at the various spiritual weapons placed on the table, picking them up one by one to examine them.

"Why are the prices here so cheap?"

In fact, the prices here are similar to the normal prices outside the city, but they are much cheaper than other stores in the city.

"The price is clearly marked, and the old and the old are not deceived."

The stall owner did not answer the price, but looked up and down at Hua Ci and others.

"The ones from other stores are really too expensive. Even if you have spiritual stones, you can't waste them."

Nanxing looked at a small dagger while talking.

"Yes, there are no poor people who come to this dungeon."

The stall owner smiled and looked at the spiritual swords on several people.

"Senior brother, we didn't buy anything when we came here. How about buying this? You can give it to Beiyue."

Nan Xing asked Shen Yushu.

Shen Yushu nodded in agreement and took out his storage bag to pay.

"Wait!"

Before Nan Xing could react, a male cultivator snatched the dagger that Nan Xing was interested in.

"Boss, I want this dagger!"

The stall owner paused, then quickly glanced at the monk.

This monk was very lavishly dressed, wearing silkworm gauze and a pair of mid-level spiritual boots. He looked richer than the people around him.

"Okay, fellow Taoist, please return this dagger to me."

The stall owner stretched out his hand towards Nan Xing.

"Okay, wrap it up for me, I want to give it away." The monk later was very proud.

"Obviously I want it first, how could you!" Nan Xing was very unconvinced.

Hua Ci took another look at the stall owner. He saw that the prices he sold were different in the whole street. In this place alone, he didn't sell things first, but looked and tested them, which was weird.

He immediately grabbed Nan Xing and signaled not to argue.

Nan Xing was still angry, but he didn't step forward again.

"This fellow Taoist, please give me one hundred spiritual stones first."

The stall owner looked at the monk with a smile, and the monk threw a hundred spiritual stones on the table with disdain.

"It's just one hundred spiritual stones. It's indispensable for you. Bring it."

After throwing down the spirit stone, the monk stretched out his hand and waited for the stall owner to hand over the dagger he wanted.

"This is not enough!"

The stall owner's expression changed, he put away the hundred spiritual stones, shook the dagger in his hand, and showed a look of disdain and wanting to be beaten.

"Are you blind? Isn't it written here that you have one hundred spirit stones?"

The monk must have never been treated like this before, and he looked very angry.

"If you don't have money, don't come to buy things from me. Intermediate level spirit stones are [-], so get out if you don't have money!"

The stall owner, who had a normal attitude just now, suddenly changed into a different face.

Nan Xing on the side also turned from angry to surprised, and slowly followed Hua Cun to the side.

"You poor ghost don't have these hundred spiritual stones, right? Hey, everyone, come and see the poor ghost!"

The stall owner laughed while talking, looking like he was mocking and looking down on the other person.

"You bastard!"

The monk pulled out the long sword in his hand.

He must have remembered the rules of Vientiane City, which is to kill the one who strikes first, so he just stared at the opponent.

"Hahahaha, you poor guy, you still have a sword! I wonder if you, a pretty face, are being raised by others. You have no money at all, and you still want to take advantage of me!" The stall owner spoke louder and louder, attracting people around him. People frequently looked at the monk appraisingly.

"You see, the gauze on your body and this sword are all obtained by your face, right? There are so many ways to survive in the world of immortality!"

The stall owner's words became more and more unpleasant. Nan Xing really couldn't bear to listen. Although he was annoyed that the monk was snatching what he wanted to buy, he still kindly reminded him:
"This fellow Taoist, please forget about it."

"Yes! Take a look, others are telling you to forget it, rely on yourself, and don't use crooked ways!"

The stall owner continued to annoy the other party.

Hua Ci saw the stall owner gesticulating with his hands as he spoke, and some powder seemed to be sprinkled in his hands.

Hua Ci immediately pulled several people back.

Even though he had quickly moved aside, the powder seemed to spread quickly, and Hua Ci also felt like he had inhaled some.

Suddenly I felt a surge of spiritual energy in my body.

It's a mood-stimulating drug.

Before he had time to remind him, the monk didn't notice the stall owner's action of spreading the medicine, and instantly stood up.

A burst of sword energy came out!
"Don't do it!" Nan Xing shouted as a reminder.

In an instant, the monk seemed to wake up. The long sword was originally aimed at the stall owner, but when it fell, it hit the wooden table of the stall.

"That's great. If you didn't hit someone, it shouldn't be considered a physical attack. It should only be considered damage to property."

As the table shattered, Nanxing let out a sigh of relief.

"Ouch! You did it!"

The stall owner laughed evilly.

"I-I didn't! I just split the table!"

The sword strike just now made a lot of noise, and the monk also regained consciousness.

"is it?"

The stall owner squinted his eyes, and suddenly spit out a long letter from his mouth. Then he waved his hand, and the broken table and scattered spiritual weapons were quickly knocked away.

The ground is vacated.

A scarred snake tail appeared in front of everyone!