Chapter 92: Every profession has its own specialty

A cold voice sounded, and the bearded monk raised his eyebrows. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw Chen Qingyun walking towards him.

Chen Qingyun did not hide his cultivation aura, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned.

Feeling the aura of Chen Qingyun, and looking at his clothes, the bearded monk's expression suddenly changed, revealing fear.

"Ninth level of Qi Refining... family cultivator!"

Suddenly, he shrank his head like a mouse seeing a cat, turned around and walked away in shame, not daring to say another word.

This embarrassed look caused several casual cultivators around to laugh a few times.

Immediately, they couldn't help but look at Chen Qingyun a few times, revealing a bit of fear.

Ninth level of Qi Refining, and from a family of immortal cultivators.

Judging from his age, he must be the foundation seed of a family.

How could they, casual cultivators, afford to provoke him.

Zhang Wenhui's eyes also fell on Chen Qingyun at this time.

"Fellow Daoist Chen!"

Her eyes lit up, revealing a happy expression.

I didn't expect to see Chen Qingyun here today after the last separation.

"It's been a while since I last saw you. I didn't expect Miss Zhang to be here."

Chen Qingyun smiled faintly, and when he looked at Zhang Wenhui, he was no longer as cold as before.

"Well, thank you for standing up for me just now."

"That man just now was really annoying. He deliberately scared me when I said I wouldn't sell him the Cold Crystal Mirror. I'm not afraid of him."

"If he continues to pester me, I'll ask my grandfather to teach him a lesson."

"My grandfather is also in the Black Cliff Market."

Zhang Wenhui frowned and said, not liking the behavior of the bearded monk just now.

Her Cold Crystal Mirror is well preserved, and she usually takes good care of it. There is no flaw.

According to the current premium price of magic tools, how could it be sold for 140 spirit stones?

A few days ago, when she asked for the price at Duobao Pavilion, she didn't sell it even though the shopkeeper there offered 190 spirit stones.

Naturally, she wouldn't do anything at a loss.

Even if I want to sell it, I want to find a female Taoist friend who knows how to cherish it.

Listening to Zhang Wenhui's dissatisfaction, Chen Qingyun nodded slightly.

Cultivators like the bearded man often appear in the market, and they use their power to bully others, picking some casual cultivators who look easy to bully and unfamiliar.

Some casual cultivators who have just entered the path of cultivation, when they are intimidated by the other party, often hold the idea of not wanting to provoke, and are worried that they will be hated by the other party, so they grit their teeth and sell resources at a loss of some spirit stones.

When Chen Qingyun was taught in the clan, he also heard some of the elders in the clan say something about this kind of thing.

Now that he has seen it with his own eyes, even if the other party is not threatening Zhang Wenhui, Chen Qingyun is willing to take action to deal with it.

"Can I see this magic weapon?"

Chen Qingyun pointed to the cold crystal mirror.

"Of course!"

Picked up the cold crystal mirror and looked at it for a few times.

From the quality of this magic weapon, it is much better than those magic weapons that have been used by countless cultivators and eliminated.

Looking at some of the magic weapons on the surrounding stalls, they are either broken and their power has greatly reduced. I don’t know how many times they have been sold back and forth.

Or they are old and almost scrapped.

The use of magic weapons also has a lifespan.

Generally speaking, the service life of a first-level magic weapon is about 20 years. During this period, it will be constantly damaged in battles, gradually become old, and finally scrapped.

According to Chen Qingyun’s estimation, Zhang Wenhui’s piece is worth at least 220 spirit stones.

Most of the cultivators who appear in the street market are casual cultivators.

Because these casual cultivators are short of money, how can they afford to spend 220 spirit stones to purchase a first-level medium-quality magic weapon.

Zhang Wenhui’s magic weapon has probably been on display for some time.

If it is really sold at a price of 140, it will be a big loss.

Chen Qingyun just put down the cold crystal mirror, and a casual cultivator passing by saw it and couldn’t help asking for the price.

"Fellow Daoist, how much is this?"

"Two hundred spirit stones."

When the casual cultivator learned that the price of the Cold Crystal Mirror was 200 spirit stones, he shook his head and sighed, turned around and left without bargaining.

Chen Qingyun looked at this scene and had no interest in purchasing this magic weapon.

Zhang Wenhui said with a grin.

"I have been here to set up a stall almost every day this month, but I haven't sold anything. The demand for purchases from the cultivators here is not very high, and many of them just ask but don't buy."

"Why are you here? Are you going to buy something?"

Zhang Wenhui asked happily.

The previous incident of the bearded cultivator looking for trouble had been completely forgotten.

"I'm not here to buy anything."

Chen Qingyun directly explained his purpose and said, "I came to you on purpose."

"Looking for me?"

Zhang Wenhui was a little confused when she heard this.

"Is it... was there a problem with the last set of formation flags?"

She was silent for a moment. She asked tentatively.

She thought that this might be the reason why Chen Qingyun came to find her.

However, there is nothing wrong with the set of formation flags and magic tools. I wonder what Fellow Daoist Chen wants to ask.

While thinking, Chen Qingyun's voice sounded.

"Miss Zhang, are you proficient in the art of formation?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Wenhui nodded seriously when she heard this.

"My Zhang family has been practicing formation for generations, so of course I know it."

"Okay, can I have a word with you?"

Chen Qingyun invited.

Zhang Wenhui nodded: "Wait for me to pack up the stall."

The two walked to a restaurant in the market and sat down.

After drinking a few sips of tea and eating some delicious food, Chen Qingyun mentioned the purpose of his visit.

"It's about the formation..."

Chen Qingyun told Zhang Wenhui about the idea of the fire control formation, but did not mention the establishment of a weapon refining workshop.

He just asked the girl in front of him how to achieve the effect of controlling the formation with the power of mortals.

"The fire control formation that mortals can control."

After listening, Zhang Wenhui muttered to herself.

Seeing her look like this, Chen Qingyun seemed to have hope, so he waited quietly without disturbing her.

Just waited for a while.

Zhang Wenhui thought of a way and began to describe it in detail with Chen Qingyun.

Considering that Chen Qingyun might not understand the way of formation.

While she was talking, she also popularized the principle of the remote rotation of the fire control formation, how it was arranged, and how to modify the formation effect.

This time, the consultation took up most of the afternoon.

The guests in the restaurant came and went, and they changed back and forth several times.

After listening, asking questions from time to time, and drawing drawings to record, Chen Qingyun finally understood.

It was a bit beyond his expectations.

The operating principle of this fire control array looks simple, but there are many tricks in it.

It is true that every profession has its own specialties.

After asking Zhang Wenhui, he finally knew how to realize the idea in his mind.

As for the problem of the inscription array, how to let mortals realize it, after Chen Qingyun asked, Zhang Wenhui shook her head repeatedly.

She was surprised at Chen Qingyun's bold and novel idea.

She said that according to her knowledge and understanding of the array, it is impossible to achieve this.

"Arrays don't work, or, why don't you try puppets?"

Without giving a solution, Zhang Wenhui proposed an idea.