The scales, horns, minions and teeth materials cut off from various monsters, some magic weapons that are either broken or cracked, and some spiritual herbs that seem to be overflowing with spiritual energy.

There are a complete range of raw materials to finished treasures at the stalls in the underground market.

But after walking around, Wang Ping had no gains at all.

It’s not that the things that the monks took out were not good, but that no one took out what they wanted.

This made him feel disappointed, so he could only find an open space and sit down cross-legged and take out the things he used for exchange.

The things he took out were also very mixed, including monster materials, array plates, array flags he refined himself, and some spiritual herbs he collected.

Then he placed a wooden sign with the words "A lot of money to buy diligent cultivation pills and rare demon insect eggs" in front of the stall and waited patiently.

The monks who come to the underground market usually come with clear purpose.

Either you want to take this opportunity to take out some things that are inconvenient to take out in regular markets, or you can take this opportunity to find what you want like Wang Ping.

So whenever they see anything that is tempting, they will come up directly to talk to the stall owner to discuss the price.

Because everyone is wearing masks and the organizer is maintaining order, no one has to worry about each other. If the negotiations are reached, the negotiations will be concluded, and if the negotiations cannot be concluded, the negotiations will be concluded.

Someone came to inquire about the things Wang Ping took out soon.

"I know the habitat of a rare monster insect, iron-armored flying insect. I wonder if I can use this news to exchange for a set of formations for fellow Taoists?"

In front of Wang Ping, a monk in the early stage of foundation building wearing a pig-faced mask looked at the treasures on the stall for a while before he sent a message to him and told him about his exchange conditions.

"If a fellow Taoist can take out more than a hundred iron-winged flying insect eggs, then this transaction is not impossible. However, if you want to change to a first-level top-grade formation with just one news, it would be too whimsical."

Wang Ping responded hoarsely to the question of the monk with a pig-faced mask, and his tone was very impolite.

The things he took out were indeed not particularly valuable, but they were not something that could be exchanged with just one piece of news.

The demon insect like the Iron-winged Flying Worm can only be said to be barely good and has certain cultivation value.

If someone brings the insect eggs to the door for exchange, he will change it.

But if he has to go and find it specifically with some news, then don’t waste his time.

"Fellow Daoist doesn't want to change, so why bother hurting people!"

The pig-faced monk was also blushed by Wang Ping. After complaining dissatisfiedly, he turned around and left.

Maybe he was really annoyed, and he forgot to change his tone for a moment, and it sounded like a young woman.

This made Wang Ping feel a little embarrassed, and he felt like he was bullying the little girl.

Fortunately, everyone is wearing masks now, and the expression on his face is not afraid of being seen.

Next, several monks came to inquire about the price, either using spirit stones or some things that Wang Ping liked, and exchanged for some spiritual objects on his stall.

"There are some demon insect eggs obtained from some ancient cultivation ruins here. Let's see how many treasures you can get in your place."

When the treasure on Wang Ping's stall was replaced by nearly half, a mid-stage foundation-building monk wearing a dog-faced mask suddenly came to the stall, took out a jade box and spread it out, showing him dozens of insect eggs inside.

I saw that the insect eggs placed in the jade box were about the size of soybeans, with silvery white color, like silver beans.

However, Wang Ping's spiritual consciousness swept over and could faintly sense the looming vitality inside it, proving that they are all living eggs with vitality.

However, because these insect eggs are still in chaos, no one can tell what kind of insect eggs it is based on the appearance of the insect egg.

There are more than a few thousand demon insects in the world, and I don’t know how many insect eggs are similar in color and size.

Judging from the appearance alone, Wang Ping himself can report more than a dozen names of demon insect eggs that are the same as those silver-white insect eggs.

Therefore, after he looked at the monk with a dog face mask, he said in a low tone: "Fellow Daoist did not casually fabricate a name of a demon insect to deceive Lin, which shows his sincerity."

"Just please forgive Lin for saying that without knowing what kind of demon insect egg this is, Lin dare not exchange it with fellow Taoists at will!"

He was quite kind to say.

The words he didn't say were that since the dog-faced monk had these insect eggs in his hand, he still didn't know the origin of the insect eggs, which means that these insect eggs could not hatch at all.

Obviously, the monk with dog face mask also knew this, and immediately said calmly after hearing this:

"I don't deceive fellow Taoists. These insect eggs were indeed obtained from an ancient ruins more than ten years ago. However, I have used various means to hatch them over the years. Instead, they have been damaged a lot in vain. Therefore, I gave up and wanted to take them out for some useful things."

"I think fellow Taoists also know that things like this that cannot be distinguished from their origins cannot be purchased at high prices by big stores. When I first explored the ancient ruins, I also spent a lot of effort. It took half a year to recover from the injury. It was impossible to sell it at a low price."

"Now I see fellow Taoist willing to buy the eggs of demon insects, I think I should be an expert who knows the art of deworming. Maybe I can reach a transaction condition that both parties are satisfied with!"

So this means you want to bet on your own?

Wang Ping looked at the monk with dog-faced mask and instantly understood what the other party meant.

Then he thought about the feasibility of this matter in his mind.

To be honest, Wang Ping is not a person who likes to bet. He always likes to plan and then act.

But this incident can only be regarded as a small bet for him.

The so-called small gambling to enjoy love.

He is still acceptable to bet on something that he cannot use and to make a bet on something that he may use.

Therefore, after pondering for a while, he nodded to the monk with a dog face mask and said, "Okay, since fellow Taoist is so happy, Lin will bet."

After saying that, he pointed to a few things on the stall and said, "Fellow Daoist can choose two of these things at will to take them away."

I saw that what he pointed to was either the spiritual herbs and medicines that were two or three hundred years old, or the materials on some monsters, which were not particularly expensive items.

I never thought that the monk with dog face mask did not choose according to what he was referring to, but pointed to a magic weapon he had spread out and said, "It is useless to ask for those spiritual medicines and materials. Can you choose this magic weapon?"

Um?

Wang Ping's face flashed with surprise, and he couldn't help but look at what the other party pointed at.

I saw that it was a slightly damaged black long sword magic weapon. If I remember correctly, this object should have been found in the storage bag of the monk killed by the vine demon.

When Wang Ping counted this object, he discovered that although this object was a top-level magic weapon, it was a bit damaged at the beginning and had not been maintained for hundreds of years. Its power was no longer as powerful as that of the top-level magic weapon, and it was only a little stronger than those high-level magic weapons.

Generally, only those Qi Refining Cultivators who cannot afford top-level magic weapons will choose to buy such magic weapons, and the price is only 50% or 60% more expensive than high-level magic weapons.

Could it be that I was missing the sight of this magic weapon? What kind of lost treasure is this magic weapon?

Wang Ping's thoughts turned and said, "This is not possible. This is a top-level magic weapon. Even if it is a bit damaged, it will not be a problem to sell 2,000 low-grade spirit stones. Fellow Daoist should choose according to Lin's request."

Hearing his words, the monk with dog-faced mask seemed to be annoyed, and couldn't help but look at him and said in a deep voice: "Why do you have to do this? This thing is left in the hands of the fellow Taoist and cannot play a role at all. Isn't it just the right way to exchange these insect eggs with it and the lower part to get the needs of each person?"

It seems that this is really a lost treasure.

Wang Ping looked at the other party in surprise, and couldn't help but take the black long sword magic weapon into his hand and check it carefully.

But no matter how he checked, he did not find any mystery hidden in this black long sword magic weapon.

This feeling really made him feel bad.

Looking at his movements, the monk with a dog-faced mask also said calmly: "Fellow Taoist will not waste your time. If you don't understand the inside story, even if you ask the seniors of the Dan-Graining Stage, you will not be able to figure it out at all. This can be guaranteed!"

Is it so mysterious?

Wang Ping's face under the mask was also full of surprise.

He held the knife and looked left and right, pondered for a long time, and then looked at the monk with a dog-faced mask and said, "If you want Lin to give you this knife, you have to tell Lin the purpose of this knife after the transaction is completed!"

This knife can be said to be picked up, and Wang Ping actually has no intention of paying attention to it.

However, after being said by the monk with a dog-faced mask, he felt a sense of not being able to vomit. He had to know the purpose of this knife, even if he couldn't use it.

Faced with his request, the monk with dog-faced mask couldn't help but hesitate.

After hesitating for a while, the person nodded slightly and said, "Okay, I agree."

So Wang Ping made an appointment with him to meet and trade somewhere on Biluo Island, and then put the black long sword magic weapon into the storage bag and no longer took it out for sale.

After setting up stalls in the underground cave hall for five days, Wang Ping finally closed the stall and left the underground market with regret.

The pill he wanted for diligent cultivation was not available at all. In this underground secret market, he only harvested some spirit stones except the "Qingming Sword" talisman treasure.

However, the spirit stones he harvested were far from the spirit stones consumed by purchasing the "Qingming Sword" talisman treasure.

After leaving the underground market, Wang Ping did not return to the cave and rushed to the agreed place to meet as agreed upon as the agreement.

In a restaurant in a small mortal town on Biluo Island, Wang Ping soon saw the true appearance of the dog-faced monk.

I saw that the person's true appearance was a middle-aged man with a gentle temperament and looked very decent.

In order to conceal his identity, Wang Ping did not dare to use his true appearance, nor did he dare to use the face and name of "Gu Feng", but instead used the identity of "Lin Fei".

After the two met, he took the initiative to bow and greet him and said, "I'm here, Lin Fei, a casual cultivator, I wonder what this fellow Taoist is called?"

"The surname is You, and the single name is Xu."

The middle-aged man raised his hand and bowed, and also reported his name.

Of course, Wang Ping didn't know whether he reported his real name and didn't care about it.

"So it's Fellow Daoist You."

Wang Ping nodded slightly, reached out and slapped the storage bag around his waist, took out the long black knife, and handed it to the middle-aged man Yuxu.

"This thing is handed over to fellow Taoists, and I would like to ask fellow Taoists to help Lin."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man Youxu took the knife without hesitation and took it in his hand and carefully examined it. Then he directly put it into the storage bag, took out the jade box containing the insect eggs and opened it, and handed it to Wang Ping.
To be continued...