Early the next morning, Song Qian went straight to the sect's exchange.

The Wuji Sword Sect’s sect exchange is divided into two forms: window sales and auctions. As the name suggests, window sales are like shopping malls. The disciples who need them buy directly with spirit stones. Small auctions are held once a month. During this period, not only can you buy items sold by the sect, but you can also trade items by yourself, which is very convenient. There is also a stall trading, which means that some disciples in the sect trade items they do not need. Most of these are useless items, and the chance of good things is very low.

Song Qian now has thousands of spirit stones on his body, which is quite valuable. First, he went to the sales window and looked at the long list of the window. He first bought all the materials needed for the second level of his Immortal Divine Body. Next, he saw if there were any martial arts and spiritual weapons available.

After reading it, although there are several pieces of martial arts, they are not suitable for you. The spiritual weapons and magic weapons are even more uneven. After finally finding a few available things, the price is extremely expensive.

The cost-effectiveness of the sect trading window is too low, and Song Qian came to the conclusion.

But the benefits of windows are also obvious, that is, they are convenient and fast. You can buy what you want in one place, saving a lot of time for screening, and it is also a real-life sales. You will never buy fakes.

Song Qian thought about it and spent five hundred spirit stones to get all the materials needed for the second level of the Immortal Divine Body.

It hurts so much that I only have three spirit stones per month, but in order to practice the exercises, I spent 500 spirit stones at once. Thinking about the future path of cultivation, Song Qian determined that cultivation is definitely a way to burn money.

No wonder the monks are keen on various adventures. This honest and honest spirit stone of the sect can never be collected in their entire lives!

Today is not the day of the exchange's auction, so Song Qian left the window and headed straight to the stall trading venue.

In fact, even if there is an auction, there are not many things suitable for him in the Qi training period. Moreover, I heard that the regular auctions in the sect are all ordinary things. If you want to get good things, you have to go to a private auction outside the sect, where all kinds of strange things have to be sold. I heard that some monks of the Demon Sect also sell some things prohibited by the Donghuang Immortal Alliance. Of course, it is not uncommon to kill and grab treasures after the auction.

There are many people setting up stalls today, and Song Qian is walking around casually.

It seemed casual, Song Qian released his divine thoughts and sensed the changes in the surrounding spiritual energy. By sensing and observing the flow and changes of the spiritual energy, some useful things emerged.

For example, Song Qian saw a sword emitting waves of golden spiritual energy in front of a stall. While the sword was producing golden spiritual energy, it continued to absorb spiritual energy, achieving a clever circulation.

Song Qian felt this spiritual circulation. In this attachment, the power of this sword far covered the aura of the goods of the stall owners around him.

Obviously, there are not only Song Qian who feels this momentum. Now there are many people gathering in front of the stalls, and several of them are bargaining with the stall owner.

The stall owner is a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. His cultivation level should be at the peak of Qi training. He has a slightly fat figure and white skin. With his figure, he is the legendary white fat and fat face, and his face is honest.

There were many people surrounding him, one of which was a proud figure, wearing a wide Taoist robe and a white head. With his angular facial features, he looked like a very awesome person. He looked like he was around twenty years old and his cultivation was difficult to measure.

It is estimated that this person is already in the foundation-building stage, and Song Qian can't help but feel a little afraid.

"This sword has two thousand low-grade spirit stones, are you selling it?"

"No one of the three thousand low-grade spirit stones can be missing."

"Three thousand? Your broken sword is worth three thousand?"

Song Qian looked carefully and saw that the sword body on the stall was intact, but there was a corner missing from the tip of the sword.

"My sword is the sword of a Jindan cultivator. I came here to deal with it after it was a little damaged during the battle. Three thousand low-grade spirit stones are already my bottom line, and it is not enough to lose one."

"The sword of the Jindan stage monk?"

"Is it true? Only a few peak masters in our Wuji Sword Sect are in the Golden Dan stage, right? Is this little fat man the illegitimate son of which peak master?"

"Shh! Sigh down!"

When I heard that it was the sword of a monk in the Jindan stage, the monks around me were talking and speculation emerged one after another.

The disciple who had just bid for two thousand spirit stones saw that the stall owner would not bargain, and then listened to the speculations around him, he had to leave in disappointment.

The three thousand spirit stones are sky-high for low-level disciples. The disciples around them touched the spirit stones they saved by saving money, shook their heads and sighed and left.

The white disciple did not leave.

"Can you lend me a view of this sword?" Bai said to the stall owner.

"If you have to buy it, don't move. I'll lend it to you. What should I do if you take it away?" The fat white stall owner was obviously unwilling.

"Hmph, I am the inner disciple Zhan Xingjian, and will I take your things in vain? There are three thousand low-grade spirit stones here, so I will give you my first!" After Bai Zhan Xingjian said that, he took out a storage bag from his body and threw it to the stall owner.

The fat white stall owner took the storage bag and counted it. Sure enough, there were three thousand low-grade spirit stones.

"It's easy to say, just watch it. It doesn't matter if you take it away."

Zhan Xingjian picked up the sword and weighed it first. It felt very heavy. Then he sensed it with his spiritual sense. He felt a powerful force sleeping in the sword. He tried to inject his spiritual energy into it. He felt slightly blocked. It was probably because of the damage to the magic array inside the sword.

"How is it? Is it a good sword?" asked the fat monk with a smile.

"Well, I want this sword!" Zhan Xingjian turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly turned around and asked, "I wonder what this junior brother calls him? Whose peak master is he mastered?"

"Ah? Oh... Song Qian is down Zixia Peak!" said the slightly fat monk bowing, "If something goes wrong, just come to me!"

Song Qian, who was watching from the side, almost didn't come up. He originally wanted to go up and see the sword, but he didn't know that he was snatched by Zhan Xing Jian first. He was about to leave, but he heard the fat man claiming his name. No need to ask, there must be something wrong with this sword, and he must have been framed.

Zhan Xingjian said nothing and turned around and left.

Song Qian squeezed through the crowd and wanted to question the stall owner, but in the blink of an eye, the person disappeared, leaving only such a stall, which was filled with useless garbage.

Song Qian hurriedly searched around and finally saw the figure of the slightly fat stall owner, who was walking towards the exit quickly.

Song Qian hurriedly chased after him, but the fat stall owner obviously also found someone following him and was constantly adding more.

After chasing and running, the two of them quickly left the trading area and entered a secluded place.

Song Qian was on guard and released his mind. The fat stall owner stopped at the corner in front. It seemed that he was preparing to talk to him.

Song Qian calmed down for a moment, and secretly prepared a sword energy in his palm. At the same time, thunder and lightning in the sky were also accumulating. He slowly walked across the corner and saw the fat stall owner standing in front.

"This junior brother, I wonder what you are doing with me all the time?"

"In the lower Zixia Peak Song Qian, I don't know what the senior brother is called?"

The slightly fat stall owner had a very wonderful expression. He looked at Song Qian calmly, showing surprise, then fear, then anger, and finally calm down.

"I don't change my name or surname, I am Jiang Yangbiao, Qingsongfeng!"

"I'll beat you Jiang Yangbiao!"

After hearing this, Song Qian was furious and raised his fist to hit the fat man.

The owner of the micro-fat stall also has the cultivation level of the seventh level of Qi training. He didn't take Song Qian, who was the second level of Qi training, seriously. Seeing him attacking him, he raised his hand and was a fire method.

Song Qian directly used this magic to train Qi to resist the immortal divine body, and did not hide. The magic hit the body and burst out a large spark, but Song Qian also came to the stall owner and punched him in the face.

The slightly fat stall owner's white and fat face was directly blown into pieces. The blood on his nose set off his white face, like a blooming flower. The stall owner was dizzy and it was difficult to make his debut any more.

With his strong body, Song Qian grabbed the collar of the stall owner with one hand and clenched his fists with the other, constantly slapping him in the face.

"Jiang Yangbiao, right? The first person under the foundation building of the sect is right?"

Bang bang bang bang!

"Don't... stop hitting... say something."

The stall owner's face has become a pig's head.

"Tell me, who are you? No matter how hard I dare to lie to me, I will beat you so hard that your mother doesn't even know you!"

"My name is Xiang Wenbai, and I am... a disciple of Biyun Peak."

This time, Song Qian couldn't tell the authenticity, but he still punched twice habitually.

"Dare you still lie to me?"

"Hey! I'm telling the truth, why are you still fighting?"

"Can't you beat you? You dare to pretend to be me? Are you convinced?"

Bang bang! Two more punches.

"I'm convinced... I'm really convinced this time. Please give me some advice!"

"Tell me, what's going on with that sword?"

"What sword?"

Song Qian raised his hand to beat him, and Xiang Wenbai hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Don't! I said, that one is a kind of thing, with a confusing formation inside. The initial view is a treasure, but once refined, it will be exposed."

"You still know the formation?"

"I don't have any other skills, I know a little about the illusion and formation."

"You are fake, right? Show your true body and let me see it!"

"You are seeing this by your senior brother. I will change immediately." Xiang Wenbai said with admiration, not daring to neglect it, and removed the art of disguise.

What appeared in front of me was a short, dark and thin boy.

"Okay, if you deceive others like this, you won't be able to find you at all."

"Senior brother laughed. I'm also trying to make a living. It's not easy to practice. Please cherish it."

"I let you cherish it all the time!"

Song Qian beat Xiang Wenbai again.

Xiang Wenbai didn't know where he was wrong, so he didn't dare to speak up easily.

"Take it!" Song Qianchao stretched out his hand to Xiang Wenbai.

"What?" Xiang Wenbai asked in confusion.

"Although he is pretending to be stupid!" Song Qian punched again.

Xiang Wenbai took out the three thousand low-grade spirit stone storage bag that he had just tricked from Zhan Xingjian and put it on Song Qian's hand.

Song Qian received it in his arms and continued to reach out to Xiang Wenbai.

Xiang Wenbai was a little confused this time.

"Senior brother, are you?"

"Take out everything on you! Let me see if there is anything good?"

"Senior brother is kidding, where do I have anything else?"

Song Qian didn't believe it at all, so he directly found several storage bags on Xiang Wenbai.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!