Chapter 516

Mei Xue looked in that direction, it wasn't where the major auction houses were located, nor was it on the streets with people coming and going, but somewhere in the corner of Qinglong Academy.

It was an area designated for wandering merchants who couldn't afford the booth fee, and it was a lower-level trading market than the small market that Mei Xue went to last time.

Most of the things bought and sold in this market are low-end things—for example, medicinal herbs for mortals to cure diseases, some so-called magician items that look like antiques but are actually full of water, and some experimental products made by some students of Qinglong Academy.

Things like these are not eligible for auction houses or formal stores, and can only have a place in that kind of market where fish and dragons are mixed.

Those who go there to buy things are basically monks who are too cash-strapped to afford good things, and those who are located at the bottom of the pyramid of cultivators in the mountains and seas.

This unnamed informal market is just a by-product of living in various squares and markets, and it is an inconspicuous microcosm of the age of immortal arts.

Before Mei Xue became a junior pharmacist, she also sold things in this kind of place. At that time, he hadn't fully mastered the refining method of elixir, and even the refined spirit soup was low-grade.

There is only this kind of market between the monks and the mortal world, which will accept these inferior quality products and resell them to those monks who are cash-strapped or simply commoners.

For the poor, such a place is the only place where they can buy items related to magic - even though they are all defective products that monks almost throw away as garbage.

After all, for them, these defective products are the only things related to fairy art that they can buy within their reach.

Here, there is no cheapest, only cheaper. For example, the elixir sold at the auction house just now is sold by "plant", but the elixir here is sold by "jin".

As for the quality, this is not a place for magicians to come to. The so-called elixir is a luxury for ten years, and the elixir of a hundred years will not appear in this kind of place, and it will go directly to the market.

This place is like the bazaar in the mortal country, it is the shadow parasitized on the major squares and markets, living off the defective products flowing out of the squares and markets.

Because many people who opened shops in Fangshi started from scratch in this kind of place, the underground market attached to Fangshi is also one of the characteristics of Fangshi.

"Love Saint, there's nothing good there. If we go to other places, we won't believe that we won't be able to buy high-quality elixir with enough years."

Huang Fei is one of the heirs of the Huangshan Xianmen, so he doesn't think highly of that kind of informal parallel market, and I'm afraid there are not many fairy warlocks who are interested in going to such a place to shop for treasures.

Mei Xue raised her hand, and the Long Lian Huan on her wrist was making a slight cicada sound, which was a sound that he could only feel when he touched the skin of the pair of Long Lian Huan.

In that direction, something caught Long Lianhuan's attention.

"I want to see." Ever since she became a junior pharmacist, almost all of the elixir refined by Mei Xue has been purchased by the medicine halls in the town, so it has been a long time since there was such a market for low-level monks and even ordinary people.

However, since Long Lianhuan felt something, he naturally had no reason not to go.

"What's so interesting about this?" Huang Fei looked at Mei Xue curiously, but he followed Mei Xue, and the two of them walked into this market attached to Fangshi.

Since this place itself is not a formal market, naturally there are not many people to maintain order, and all kinds of vendors are densely packed together, leaving only a few paths for people to enter and exit.

And the slogans chanted by the owners of these vendors made Huang Fei, the young owner of the big auction house, feel awesome.

"A magic sword, cutting the sky, cutting the earth and killing gods and invincible, only ten taels of silver! Only this one, don't miss it, produced by the ancient tomb of ten thousand years, the quality is guaranteed!"

Well, a broken iron rod was shaved, and a few crooked runes were engraved on it pretendingly, only one of the runes was engraved correctly, which gave the sword a black air. is the magic sword,

The wisp of black air can be wiped off with a towel, and it can be seen at a glance that it is the failed work of some low-level Tiangong Academy student.

But such a so-called magic sword, which can be seen as a fake at first glance, was actually sold. It was bought by a big fat man with a smile for his little fat man who bit his finger. The little fat man who got this magic sword was very happy. He put on a posture of being the only one in the world, and then happily went shopping with his father.

After a while, another new sword was put on the shelf at the same place. There was a trace of cloud on this sword, just a trace.

Judging from the combination of the failed immortal spell runes above, the original effect of this rune is probably a kind of illusion. Unfortunately, the failure was very tragic, and only one rune was successfully engraved.

"The Supreme Master of the Martial Arts, the precious sword slays the dragon, commands the world, dare not disobey, Yitian does not come out, who will fight for the front, once the dragon tomb is opened, the situation rises, this is the legendary Yitian sword!"

"Come, come, come, ten taels of silver a piece, no deceit for the old and the old, the sword that relies on the sky!"

Soon, this Yitian Excalibur was also bought by a little girl biting a lollipop, leaving Huang Fei stunned.

"That's okay too." It was the first time Huang Fei knew that there were so many earth-shattering treasures that could be called magical weapons at the gate of Fangshi, and the business seemed to be good.

Those defective products that have no effect other than decoration, and which can be chopped off even a weapon made by a third-rate blacksmith with a little time, are selling quite well in this place.

"Come here, here are the elixir for sale, Shiquandabudan, **** fetal pill, spirit marrow pill, everything you need, four taels of silver for one bottle, ten taels of silver for three bottles, there are many types, you can choose !"

"Three bottles for ten taels of silver, three bottles for ten taels of silver! If there is no effect, you will get your money back. It is produced by Baicao Pharmacy, and it is guaranteed to be authentic!"

"Spiritual marrow pill..." Huang Fei finally knew that the legendary spirit pill was sold by the bottle in this place, and three bottles were paid for ten taels of silver.

In contrast, Miss Hualian's Spiritual Essence Pill shocked the entire auction house just now. This is the real big deal.

"I've bought the Spiritual Marrow Pill from the Baicao Pharmacy. It tastes very sweet. It's brewed with mountain spring water. It's good for making tea." Hearing the loud cries around her, Mei Xue couldn't help remembering that she used to be a frequent visitor to this place, Dozens of bottles of panacea have also been sold.

Later, he also sold this kind of spirit pill and made a small fortune. Isn't it just made with good mountain spring water and the essence of herbs, even a junior pharmacist is worthy of it.