Qiankun Gourd

"It's Senior Ye. Senior Ye, you came at an unfortunate time. Today is not the day to recruit disciples."

"Senior, you can go to the southwest to live in Chixing City first. It won't be too late to come back in three months!"

The leading green-robed man scanned Ye Feng with his spiritual sense, and seeing that Ye Feng was a cultivator from the Celestial Realm, he changed his previous unreasonable attitude and said politely,

"Haha, I see. Thank you very much!"

Ye Feng bowed slightly, turned into a beam of light, and flew towards the southwest.

After flying for about a quarter of an hour, a huge city appeared not far ahead. The whole city was bright red, like a maple leaf.

Ye Feng slowly landed outside the city gate and walked towards the city on foot.

When he arrived in the city, he found an inn and stayed there.

With nothing to do, he walked out of the inn and came to the East City Market.

The market town was very lively, with many people coming and going. However, people like him with celestial immortal cultivation were rare, and most people were cultivators in the realm of true immortals.

"The third-grade White Tiger Sword only costs 30,000 immortal stones, twice as much as in the shops!"

"A fourth-grade immortal weapon, golden armor, costs 40,000 immortal stones. If you miss this opportunity, you will never see it again. It's a bargain, a bargain!"

"Freshly-made fifth-grade immortal pills, each bottle costs 10,000 immortal stones!"

"A third-level True Fairyland wood-attributed fairy puppet only costs three thousand fairy stones!"

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There were various stalls on both sides of the road, and shouts could be heard from time to time. When He Feng heard the three words "Fairy Puppet", he stopped and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Not far away, there was a stall with many little figures placed on it. Behind the stall was a young man in a green robe. This young man had the cultivation level of a third-level True Immortal.

The young man was shouting desperately, but there was no one in front of the stall.

Ye Feng walked over slowly, picked up a wooden figurine and looked at it. The figurine exuded a faint immortal aura, and it was indeed the cultivation level of a third-level true immortal.

"Sir, do you want to buy a fairy puppet?"

"Our Mu family's ancestral wood fairy puppet, if it's fake, we'll pay you ten times the price!"

The young man picked up a little man, and then silently recited a few spells. The little man flashed with light, fell to the side, and transformed into a puppet holding a spear.

"This puppet has lifeless eyes. Maybe it's missing something?"

Ye Feng looked at the puppet that appeared, observed it carefully, and then thought to himself,

"Right, it should be the lack of things like souls and magic cores!"

"This third-level True Immortal puppet can probably only exert half of its power!"

"If I buy his Wood Immortal Puppet Technique and modify it, maybe I can create a real Immortal Puppet."

Thinking of this, Ye Feng smiled slightly, and then said to the young man: "Daoyou, can you sell me a copy of your ancestral Wood Immortal Puppetry Technique?"

"Sir, you must be joking. This is the puppetry technique passed down from my ancestors. How can I sell it to you?"

Upon hearing this, the young man immediately rejected Ye Feng's request.

"Since you don't want to sell it, leave quickly, leave quickly, and don't delay my business!"

“Haha, do you have business here?”

"Apart from me, is there anyone else buying it?"

"If I'm guessing correctly, you haven't been open for a long time!"

Ye Feng laughed.

"Who said I'm closed? My puppets are in short supply and will be sold out before dark!"

The young man said stubbornly.

"Okay, in that case, I'll take my leave!"

Ye Feng smiled, turned around and left.

Just after walking a few feet away, the young man suddenly called out to Ye Feng.

"Sir, please stay, sir, please stay!"

"We can discuss this, we can discuss this!"

Seeing that Ye Feng was really about to leave, the young man became a little anxious and hurried forward to pull Ye Feng back.

He had indeed not opened his shop for a long time. After he last sold a puppet, his stall was smashed and he had not made any sales since then.

His puppet was indeed just as Ye Feng had expected, it could only exert half of its strength. It would be strange if others didn't smash his stall because of such inferior fairy puppet. This was also the reason why there was no one at the stall.

"Senior, you are a master!"

"To be honest, I haven't opened a shop for a long time!"

The young man shed tears as he spoke.

"Senior, please have mercy on me. I am willing to sell you the "Wood Immortal Puppetry Technique"!"

"You...you name a price!"

"If my guess is correct, your Wood Immortal Puppetry has a big flaw and is not worth even a single immortal stone!"

"Since you are pitiful, I will give you one thousand immortal stones. What do you think?"

Ye Feng thought for a moment and said,

"this ..."

The young man was a little hesitant when he heard that. His "Wood Fairy Puppet Technique" did have a big flaw, otherwise it wouldn't have been destroyed by others.

Besides, he picked up the "Wood Fairy Puppet Technique" by himself, it is not inherited from his ancestors, so any money he can make is good.

"Thank you, senior. Thank you, senior. I am willing to sell it to you!"

Please said this, then he took out a green jade slip and handed it to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng took the jade slip, examined it carefully, and was overjoyed. This was indeed a copy of "The Wood Immortal Puppet Technique", but it lacked the description of injecting soul into the puppet.

Based on his many years of experience with puppets, there is a lack of descriptions of injecting souls, magic cores, etc.

"Oh, not bad!"

"I'll take it!"

Ye Feng waved his hand lightly, and the "Wood Fairy Puppet Technique" disappeared in a flash.

Then he took out a bag of immortal stones and handed it to the young man.

The young man took the magic stone and thanked him repeatedly.

Ye Feng waved his hand and continued walking forward.

After leaving the young man's stall, Ye Feng strolled around and looked around, hoping he would find some treasure.

Sometimes, the most precious treasures are hidden in these stalls.

"There are no immortal tools or treasures that have been used for sacrifice. Take a look at them!"

Ye Feng heard the shouting and stopped in front of an old man's stall. He swept his spiritual sense over the stall.

There are some items on the stalls that have not been refined.

One of the rings caught his attention, and he picked it up in his hand and examined it carefully.

"Oh! Sir, you have good eyesight!"

"Although this ring has not been refined, it is obvious at first glance that it is not an ordinary item!"

"I believe that after the sacrifice and refining, it will definitely be an extraordinary immortal treasure."

"Sir, if you like it, I can give you a discount, only one thousand immortal stones!"

When the old man heard the voice coming, he hurriedly said with a smile.

"One thousand immortal stones?"

"It's just an item that has not been refined yet!"

"I offer one hundred immortal stones!"

Ye Feng bargained.

"Sir, this item can definitely be used to refine a great treasure!"

"I can guarantee it. How about this? I'll make a concession. Nine hundred immortal stones, no less!"

"It's too little. I really can't buy it!"

Seeing that Ye Feng was interested in buying it, the old man quickly gave way.

"Since you said so, I'll give in. Two hundred immortal stones. If you don't sell it, I'll leave!"

Ye Feng put the ring off his finger, stood up, and looked like he was about to leave.

"Sir, please give me some more. Five hundred immortal stones, five hundred immortal stones!"

"I risked my life to get these things. The price is too low. I really can't afford them!"

The old man said with a smile.

"In that case, the price is three hundred immortal stones!"

"Four hundred, four hundred! Sir, the price cannot be any lower."

The old man said.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, took the ring in his hand again, handed a bag of spirit stones to the old man, and then left.

"Ling'er, are you sure this treasure is extraordinary?"

Ye Feng transmitted the message as he walked.