There are also some pavilions and towers.

At this time, in a pavilion.

A middle-aged immortal cultivator in his forties, wearing a Confucian robe and extraordinary demeanor was wiping ink. He saw his pen move in a dragon and snake, and within a short while, he wrote a piece of calligraphy.

Then, dry the ink marks and hang the characters in the pavilion.

After a while, several immortal cultivators walked in.

The middle-aged man in a Confucian robe also stood up with a smile, and then a few of them talked about the calligraphy and paintings.

"Is this... making friends through literature?"

Qin Yan was stunned.

But there weren't many surprises.

After all, the cultivators who come here are not all for buying and selling things.

But when he got closer, his expression became strange.

In the distance, I saw the other party pointing at the calligraphy and paintings, thinking they were dancing and writing, but when I got closer, I could hear it clearly, but I found that these guys were bargaining.

"What? This thing costs five thousand spirit stones. It's too expensive. Can it be less?"

The other person shook his head: "It is said that this is a very precious monster material. The price is already very fair, and a piece of spirit stone will not be missing."

...

Qin Yan's face was covered in black.

When I looked closely, the things hanging were indeed words, and they were good words.

But the content written is: "Meteorite outside the sky can be used to cast magic weapons, one or two or three thousand spirit stones."

"Qingyun grass, the main raw material for refining Qingyun Pill, is one hundred years old, seven thousand spirit stones per plant."

"The large number of pills that can increase the magic power of the Jindan stage monks will be better."

...

Qin Yan was really speechless. I thought you were making friends with literature, but it turned out that you were really setting up a stall.

However, the stall is indeed very elegant and has no sense of market... Well, I can't find the atmosphere of market in the distance, but when I approached, I found that the stall owner was bargaining with others, and his eloquence was so admirable that Qin Yan was stunned when he heard it.

Most of the other high-level monks do the same.

Of course, the specific methods vary.

There are riddles and lanterns. In short, if you don’t get close, you will never see that others are selling things.

Of course, not everyone is like this.

After all, everyone has their own personality, and some of those high-level monks also like to go straight.

Therefore, there are also people who set up stalls directly.

But it's definitely not just to pull a piece of rag and spread it on the ground.

That looks too simple.

Or, it's a bit too much.

For example, at this moment, there is a light boat floating in the air.

It's full of inspiration and very eye-catching.

This is a Nascent Soul Ancestor who directly took out the magic weapon he used to transport on weekdays.

And what he wanted to sell was directly spread on the flying boat.

And he himself was hanging cross-legged in the air, right next to the flying boat, his eyes closed and he didn't speak, looking very cold.

But the surface of the body of this Nascent Soul Ancestor flashed with golden light.

The golden light was dazzling, and no one of the monks passing by could help but look at them twice.

Qin Yan was not immune to the common sense, but after he took a look, he almost failed to stand firm and fell directly from the air.

Qin Yan looked speechless.

He was just now wondering that although this place was quite quiet, there were actually a lot of monks around him, but no one was making noise.

Is this senior practicing?

So hard and so hard?

But if he wants to practice, why don’t he go back to his residence?

It should be quieter and not be afraid of disturbing others.

If you practice here, if something goes wrong, you will get into a devil...
Chapter completed!