Wang Lun nodded at Tang Si: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, if you have time, Wang will definitely go."

"Okay, I hope fellow Taoists can participate then." Tang Si did not persuade him again, as if he had just sent an invitation. It didn't matter whether Wang Lun came or not.

Tang Si turned around and walked into the inn, still walking slowly, like a sick scholar who was slow to move.

Wang Lun walked to the street, thinking about the private fair.

This matter must be attractive to him, but whether to participate still needs to be thought about.

Whether it is a sloppy Taoist or Tang Si, he has never been exposed to it and does not know his true character.

Moreover, it cannot be ruled out that this is a conspiracy.

After walking all the way, Wang Lun decided to ignore it after thinking for a few minutes.

It is a bit unwise to be unfamiliar with the situation and rashly go to participate.

Wang Lun wandered around the street, and open-air trading stalls could be seen everywhere on both sides of the street. The stall owners were basically monks from the foundation-building realm, and a small number were monks from the Qi Training Realm and the Dan Killing Realm.

If you expect to find treasures at the stalls of monks in Qi Training and Foundation Building Realms, it is probably the same as picking up a top-grade spirit stone on the street.

This is not Taobao on the antique street. Whether the cultivation items are valuable is usually known as the owner.

Unless, magic weapons that do not recognize their owners, or incomplete magic weapons, or rare spiritual medicines will be sold at the stalls. But this possibility is really low.

Wang Lun stayed at least in front of the ten trading stalls opened by the Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and his spiritual sense was exploring the things placed, and none of them were suitable.

In addition, at the seven or eight stalls opened by monks in Jiedan Realm, Wang Lun also did not find any cultivation items worth buying with medium-grade spirit stones.

From Chihu Street, we walked to Baihu Street. Before we knew it, Wang Lun came to Heihu Street and saw the No. 1 house on this street at a glance.

This is a three-story private residence with a sign of grain and oil on the first floor. It opened a grain and oil shop, but it is obviously rented by the organizer and then temporarily handed over to a certain Nascent Soul Realm monk.

The house was shrouded in purple light.

This color of light protects it, which means that only Nascent Soul cultivators are qualified to enter. If monks below the Nascent Soul realm forcefully break through, the people inside can even take action directly without worrying about violations.

Wang Lun stopped and looked at it. Tang Si did not lie at least in his verbal description. House No. 1 did exist.

However, Wang Lun did not try to enter, he did not want to test it rashly, nor did he want to be seen by so many people around him.

Continue walking along the Heihu Street. When passing by a stall, the old woman with wrinkles all over her body shouted in a hoarse voice: "Fellow up, I have something in my old body, and fellow Taoists should like it."

Wang Lun stopped because he would use his spiritual sense in a small range while walking, mainly to explore the approximate cultivation of the people around him. The old man's cultivation level only reached the foundation-building realm, and without covering up his cultivation level, it would not pose a danger to him.

"I have seen all the things on your stall, but I don't like it." Wang Lun said with a smile.

There was a box on the stall, where some low-grade spiritual medicines, pills, and several incomplete low-grade and medium-grade magic weapons were indeed of no value to him.

Compared with other stalls, the stall owner will carefully organize the things for sale and place them in a layered manner. This stall owner is obviously not so attentive.

"No, fellow Taoist, I won't take out the real good thing." The old woman said with a smile, like an old witch.

"Oh, then you can take it out and take a look." Wang Lun was still not interested, and he just took a look and would not delay any time.

The old woman took out a small porcelain bottle from the storage bag, unscrewed the cap, and poured out a red pill with a color like blood.

"Fellow Taoist, this is a rare evil pill for blood-burning." The woman did not vigorously introduce the characteristics of the pills in her hand, as if she was testing whether Wang Lun knew the goods or not.

Wang Lun naturally knew that this kind of elixir was also the knowledge gained from the jade slips he purchased.

"As far as I know, this is a pill that is prohibited by major forces in the spiritual world from refining and using. It is classified as an evil pill. No alchemist dares to refine it, and no one dares to sell it. If you sell it to me on the street, or at the trading conference, aren't you afraid of being punished by yourself?" Wang Lun said lightly.

The old woman grinned and laughed in a low voice: "Old body is just a small foundation-building cultivator. My fellow Taoist cultivation is much better than me. Whether to deal with the old body or not depends on the fellow Taoist's thoughts. However, the old body will not misjudgment people. The fellow Taoist will not go to the organizer to report the old body because of such a small matter that is not painful to the fellow Taoist."

Wang Lun felt that the old woman was really brave. She probably wanted to sell the blood-burning evil pill at a high price, and wanted to be rich and noble.

This pill can make monks feel excited when they want to drink chicken blood when necessary. The side effect is that they overuse special factors in the blood, which can significantly improve their strength, attention, excitement, courage, etc. in a short period of time.

It will be sluggish for a long time afterwards.

It is considered a harmful pill that overdraws the body. Therefore, it is regarded as an evil pill.

Of course, on the surface, the major sects prohibit alchemists from refining and selling by monks, but in fact, there are no major sects involved in it, secretly refining and selling.

Almost no monks would think that the cultivation world is fair. Even for such explicitly prohibited regulations, many monks believed that it was a trick of only allowing state officials to set fire and not allowing the people to light the lamp.

No wonder the old woman is no longer afraid. Under normal circumstances, no one will report to the organizer.

Wang Lun was also too lazy to do this, but he couldn't use this kind of elixir.

"You find someone else, I don't need it."

Wang Lun said.

"Fellow Taoist, don't leave, fellow Taoist can definitely use it." The old woman said firmly.

Wang Lun frowned and said, "Do you plan to force yourself to buy and sell?"

"Don't dare," the old woman said with a smile, "Please listen to my explanation. This blood-burning evil pill itself is indeed an evil pill. Many monks know the effect of taking it, but they don't know that it has another purpose."

Seeing that Wang Lun was listening, his brows frowned slightly. The old woman did not dare to keep it in silence, and then continued, "Solve it in water and apply it to the skin without too much. Just apply it to two or three places on the skin. When the water is air dry, the monk will release an evil breath. This breath is equivalent to the breath brought by the monk. The outsiders' spiritual sense can't detect any strangeness. It is completely different from using treasures to release the evil breath and using themselves to deliberately release the evil breath."

"Oh, then tell me what I can do with it." Wang Lun had an answer in his heart, but pretended not to know and let the other party say it on his own initiative.

The old woman didn't turn around and said directly: "Fellow Taoists have extraordinary cultivation and will probably attend private trade fairs. Even if a local monk wears a mask, his or her breath will be recognized by people who are familiar with him. Fellow Taoists must be a decent monk. If you use this blood-burning evil pill, your or her breath will naturally be filled with evil elements, which will easily confuse others and protect your identity."

What the old woman said was exactly what Wang Lun thought of just now.

The other party caught his mind and knew that he was interested in this kind of thing, so he dared to take it out and sell it in front of him.

To be honest, Wang Lun was really tempted and wanted to buy this kind of pill.

As the other party said, even if you wear a mask, your own breath will be easily recognized. There is this kind of pill

After that, at least it can make yourself more concealed.

"I have never heard of the blood-burning evil pill you mentioned," Wang Lun said, looking directly at the other party.

"It is normal for fellow Taoists to have doubts, but there is no lie." The old woman said seriously, not like a lie.

Wang Lun changed his perspective: "According to what you say, other monks will probably buy such easy-to-use things. It is no secret that they are used to hide their identities at the trading conference. Everyone will use them, so how can they deceive others?"

"Real and false, mixed together," the old woman smiled, "When fellow Taoists used this, others have no way to judge the authenticity, they will only judge based on the information they perceived. The most important thing is that this purpose has only been discovered for less than two years. It has only been used at two trading conferences in other states, and is currently in a small range of use."

"What I said makes me think it's a fake," Wang Lun said.

The old woman hurriedly said, "Fellow Taoist, I can swear with my own cultivation career that if I had told lies before, my heart of Tao will be unstable and I will die of devils when practicing."

Wang Lun was a little surprised. The monk would never make such a vow casually, unless he was telling the truth, and he would not be afraid of the vow back.

"How many spirit stones should be purchased?" Wang Lun simply asked.

The fake ones cannot be real, but they cannot be fake either. He thinks the price is appropriate, so it is still possible to use this kind of thing. Even if it doesn’t work, there will be no losses. After all, as long as you don’t place your hope on this kind of thing.

"Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones." The old woman quoted a price.

"Three thousand." Wang Lun replied.

"Fellow Daoist, this is a real blood-burning evil pill. I swear in front of you. It definitely has the effect of satisfying fellow Daoist. I think the price of 10,000 low-grade spirit stones is really reasonable and fair." The old woman whispered, but the price was stuck tightly and she didn't want to reduce the price.

"Three thousand." Wang Lun still said only two words, and the price was the same as before.

The old woman shook her head hard: "Fellow Daoist, the three thousand low-grade spirit stones are too low! I will lose money."

"I don't want to bargain. Three thousand low-grade spirit stones are very reasonable. If you have any money, I won't be the sucker." Wang Lun said.

The number of three thousand low-grade spirit stones is already quite large, especially for the foundation-building cultivators, there are usually not so many spirit stones that can be dealt with freely.

This blood-burning evil pill has a special effect, but it is invisible and has extremely limited use range. It cannot be sold at a high price when sold on the black market.

The old woman has a porcelain bottle of elixir, and the value of each one will be reduced. Although the price quoted by Wang Lun will only make the old woman a small amount, it is at least a thousand low-grade spirit stones.

"Fellow Daoist, I sincerely sell it. Fellow Daoist will give you a higher price. Four thousand lower-grade spirit stones will be better. If I only have so many, I will think that it will not make any profits of spirit stones." The old woman still wanted to make more money.

"Three thousand." Wang Lun did not let go.

The old woman was secretly frustrated. There was no way. Now it was the buyer's market, and she couldn't sell the blood-burning evil pill casually.

After arriving at the second best, the old woman said, "Fellow Taoist, if you buy two, I will only accept you seven thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

Wang Lun shook his head and expressed his rejection.

"Fellow Daoist, you can only use the pill once, and you only buy one, which means you can only use it at a private trade fair. It is obviously better to buy one more." The old woman tried her best to promote it.

Wang Lun stopped talking. His current demand is just one. Let’s take a step back, if he needs it later, he can come here again and buy it at the same price, so why pay more spirit stones?
Chapter completed!