Chapter 287 Secret Meeting Place

When Chen Tianxiao said this, everyone was shocked. The cultivator who wanted to buy Tianzhilan at a high price also looked at Ye Chunyang with an ugly face, especially staring at the box in his hand.

What is in it? Why can Chen Tianxiao not even be moved by 40,000 spirit stones?

Ye Chunyang looked calm and did not explain anything. He just took Tianzhilan calmly and then turned to leave.

After Chen Tianxiao took the brocade box from Ye Chunyang, he did not say a word and quickly walked out of the trading room. Seeing him act so hurriedly and looking at the mysterious box, everyone looked at each other in shock and speculated for a while.

To make Chen Tianxiao exchange Tianzhilan without saying a word, there must be a treasure in the box.

But neither of them explained, and even Chen Tianxiao was extremely taboo about it. He was afraid that outsiders would know and refused to stay here for a moment. This made people more imaginative. Until they walked away, there were still people talking in the room, and their words were full of curiosity about the things in the box.

Ye Chunyang's sense was so sharp that he could hear the speculations of the people in the room clearly even if he walked far away. However, he did not answer any questions and wandered around the venue leisurely.

Although Zhilan was already in his hands today, he was not in a hurry to leave. It was a rare event today. If he inquired more, he might encounter some magic weapons that would increase his strength.

Of course, this was without exposing his identity.

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The trade fair was in full swing. The big and small markets were crowded with people. Almost all the factions in the North Pulse sent representatives here, either as buyers or sellers, chatting with each other, making the entire Hanging City in a bustling atmosphere.

But at this time, there was a courtyard in the Mu Family Chamber of Commerce that was extremely quiet. Although this place was not far from the trading field, it was very secretive. Only the top leaders of the Mu Family could enter it. And today, perhaps Old Mo and the Sixth Uncle were both busy with their own affairs, so the courtyard was even quieter.

"Reporting to the eldest lady, the person you ordered to find has been found. He is now in our Mu family chamber of commerce. Do you want to continue to investigate this person?" A cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, wearing iron armor, whispered in a wing room in the courtyard.

In front of him stood a young girl, in her prime, delicate and lively. Listening to the report of the iron armored cultivator, a strange color flashed across her beautiful eyes, then shook her head, handed a letter to the black armored cultivator, and then whispered something to him. After hearing this, the latter's eyes flashed, nodded and retreated.

Watching the black armored cultivator disappear, the girl stared for a long time, with a smile on her face, muttering softly: "I didn't expect him to really come here. It seems that he will owe me a favor this time anyway."

Pursing her lips and laughing softly, the girl faced the windowsill, with deep meaning in her eyes.

In the trading field, Ye Chunyang was still wandering around. It was worthy of being a trade fair jointly organized by various Shang families. Many treasures that were rarely seen in the past were presented one by one, and some people even sold them directly with skills and Taoist techniques, which was eye-opening.

However, Ye Chunyang knew that for any truly valuable treasure, most of the cultivators would trade it privately, and would not openly display it for sale. So after walking around for a few rounds and finding no suitable treasure, he decided to go to the secret venue to explore, perhaps he could get some unexpected gains.

He learned from the guard that the secret room where the cultivators exchanged secretly was in the last row of the venue, so Ye Chunyang walked along the corridor without stopping.

There were guards outside the secret room, and a certain amount of spiritual stones had to be handed in to enter. Ye Chunyang did not reject this, and acted calmly according to the rules, and then chose a secret room with a large number of people and walked in.

This venue was different from the public trading venue. There were restrictions around it to prevent others from prying. The room was divided into left and right sides, both of which were full of people, talking to each other. Some were full of joy, and some were bored. It seemed that they were exchanging things privately.

Ye Chunyang found a place in the middle and sat down calmly. At this time, an old woman in her sixties was holding a yellow silk in her hand. The light patterns on it were bright and fresh, and it exuded spirituality.

"My earth escape silk can travel several miles in an instant. It is an excellent magic weapon for flying. As for the grade of this treasure, I have just told you. Moreover, I only want to find a defensive magic weapon of the same level. I wonder which Taoist friend here is willing to come up and exchange it?"

The old woman used her spiritual power to slightly stimulate the yellow silk, making it show a trace of earth attribute spiritual energy. From the appearance, it is indeed a rare flying treasure.

Ye Chunyang also looked at it out of curiosity, but soon lost interest. The spirituality of this treasure is not yet mature. It is only a semi-spiritual weapon, and it can be said to be the bottom of this list.

Now that he has two spiritual weapons, the Golden Mace and the Thunder Wind Cone, Ye Chunyang naturally despises magic weapons below half spiritual weapons. Although he can upgrade the yellow silk to a spiritual weapon by re-refining it, this treasure is too ordinary. Instead of spending time and energy to collect materials for refining, it is better to find other more advantageous magic weapons.

However, Ye Chunyang's disdain for the yellow silk does not mean that others do not like it. Just when he made up his mind not to pay attention to it, most people in the room were talking about it, and they were very interested in this treasure. At this time, some people came forward to talk to the old woman, but it seemed that the conditions offered by the people who went there did not satisfy the old woman. After more than half an hour, she still could not sell the yellow silk.

Ye Chunyang no longer paid attention to this item, but glanced at the room. In addition to this old woman, there were other people selling magic weapons, formation flags, formation plates, or raw materials for alchemy. There were many treasures.

However, Ye Chunyang has always followed the principle of preferring to have nothing rather than to have something that is not good enough. After a rough glance, he did not find any treasure that suited him, so he closed his eyes slightly and waited for the next round of exchanges.

For the sake of order and stability in a secret exchange venue like this, it needs to be carried out in rounds to avoid chaos. Based on the number of people in the room, if the expectations are correct, there will be a new round of exchanges.

Thinking of this, Ye Chunyang calmed down.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt something. He raised his eyebrows and looked somewhere in the room with a hint of surprise.

Where the sight fell, an old man with a strange appearance was holding a jade vase in his hand, which contained a plant seed the size of a thumb. It was completely white and had an extremely irregular shape. The old man held this object and muttered something to the monks beside him. However, after a while, those people all frowned and left, with unlucky expressions on their faces, as if they were extremely dissatisfied with the old man.

The old man tried to persuade a few people to stay, but to no avail, he could only sigh with a gloomy look on his face.

Ye Chunyang looked curious and found that this old man had one arm and a prosthetic leg on his right foot. He turned out to be half-disabled. His cultivation level was not high, and he only looked like he was in the early stage of foundation building.

What attracted Ye Chunyang was not the appearance of the old man, but the bright white plant seed in his hand. He looked at it carefully for a while, his eyes flickered, and he got up and walked over.

The old man was naturally unaware of Ye Chunyang's attention. At this time, he was looking around at the people around him, but the people who looked at him either had helpless faces, or laughed with contempt, or mostly ignored him.

Seeing this, the old man smiled bitterly, turned around and put away the jade bottle, as if he was about to leave.

"Fellow Taoist, stay here. Maybe there are a few of the things you want."

Just when the old man was about to leave the secret room, he suddenly heard a voice. He looked back in shock and saw a middle-aged Taoist priest walking towards him calmly.

"Does the Taoist priest have a great rejuvenation elixir?" The old man was startled, and he hurriedly looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest. He found that the Taoist priest actually had a cultivation level in the late stage of foundation building, and he couldn't help but feel a little more respectful.

Ye Chunyang smiled and said nothing.

He looked at the old man and said: "Do you want the Great Rejuvenation Pill to restore your stumps and broken arms? It just so happens that we are destined to get this elixir from a senior, but I don't know where the seed came from, fellow Taoist?" "

When he used his spiritual sense to inquire, he already knew that the old man wanted to exchange this kind of seed for a high-grade Great Return Pill. However, there was nothing unusual about this kind of seed from the outside. It only vaguely exuded some aura, and seemed to have something to do with it. It's impossible to tell what kind of spiritual grass seed it is from its appearance.

However, Ye Chunyang had a different opinion after careful observation, so he came to find out the truth.

As soon as he heard that he had the Great Return Pill in his hand, the old man was immediately excited and said hurriedly: "To be honest with the Taoist Master, this seed was brought out from the master's sect. Unfortunately, the sect has been destroyed by the enemy. So far, only one old man is left." ”

When he said this, the old man's eyes burned, and he said: "This seed was spread from the place where the ancestor of our sect was seated. Although I don't know what it is used for, it seems to have spirituality. It is definitely not an ordinary spiritual grass." If you are interested, you might as well take it back and cultivate it. I only ask for two Great Return Pills to restore this disabled body."

The old man spoke sincerely, especially when he talked about the origin of this seed, his eyes shone brightly, as if his sect was no small matter back then.

Ye Chunyang naturally noticed the old man's demeanor. It was obvious that the old man only became so disabled when the sect was destroyed. However, he was not interested in which sect he studied under. It was just that when he talked about the origin of this kind of thing, his eyes were slightly different. color.

But he kept his expression, and after a moment of concentration, he looked at the seeds in the old man's bottle, shook his head and said, "Although I am curious about this seed, it is hard to say what kind of spiritual grass this seed is, and it is impossible to know what its function is. It would be too much for fellow Taoist to ask for two Great Return Pills. I can only give you one. If it works, it will be done. "

Ye Chunyang looked indifferent.

Hearing this, the old man squeezed the jade bottle in his hand, with a look of hesitation on his face.

The fact that this Taoist priest was willing to produce a Great Returning Pill made him extremely excited. Although this seed was a bit strange, and it was obtained from the incarnation of the sect's founder, it must be something extraordinary, but he could not cultivate it with his ability. , so he took advantage of this trade fair to fish in troubled waters. It would be great if he could get the elixir that could help him recover. Now that he had unintentionally caught such a taken advantage of, he was very happy.

The old man just asked for two coins just as a test. The other party's counteroffer of one was already a big profit for him, but he couldn't see through the surface, so he pretended to hesitate.

Ye Chunyang sneered.

How could he not know what this little old man was thinking? In terms of shrewdness, this little old man was lacking in moral integrity.