Suddenly, a voice attracted Cheng Lingyu's attention.

"Come on, the best demon core is for sale, and exchanged with spiritual medicine, spiritual herbs, and beast pills."

This hawking attracted many people, and a large number of monks came forward to watch and asked how to exchange.

Cheng Lingyu, Qu Wei, Jin Miaoyi and other five people also surrounded him. The demon core was a good thing comparable to the spiritual medicine.

There is a trading market in the central area, which is relatively quiet on weekdays. At this moment, the monks on the island are basically gathered here. Many people take out some unusable items for sale, and the trading area is suddenly very lively.

"How do you exchange your demon core?"

"You can exchange one spiritual medicine, hundreds of spiritual herbs or fifteen beast pills."

"Who can exchange this with you if there is a spiritual medicine? You have also picked up a bargain in the Soul Lost Forest. Hundreds of spiritual herbs are too expensive, and you can consider it if you want to."

"This is a demon core. Ten spiritual herbs are too cheap. At least eighty spiritual herbs should be done."

"Eighty spiritual herbs, you can sell them to ghosts."

Many people bargain, but they all think that the price of the monster core is too high.

Cheng Lingyu has been observing that the demon core has ancient patterns and its quality should be quite high.

"I'll give you fifteen spiritual herbs to exchange for you. Anyway, you picked it up, so it's a waste of money."

"Sixty spiritual herbs, no more missing."

The seller does not sell it, and the price of 60 spiritual herbs is not low. Many people don’t have that many spiritual herbs on hand, so they can only stare at them.

"Come on, I've sold beast pills, top-quality beast pills, one eight spiritual herbs."

"The top-grade magic weapon, ten spiritual herbs exchanged."

"Sell spiritual herbs for exchange with magic weapons or elixirs."

Because there are many monks, almost everything is sold this time, but just from the moment I see, the demon core is the most valuable.

Cheng Lingyu has been paying attention to the demon core, but he never made a bid. He only came forward to inquire after a large number of people who could not afford the demon core left.

"You can't sell the price of sixty spiritual herbs. I'll give you twenty-five spiritual herbs. What do you think?"

He was a middle-aged monk with the strength of the soul martial arts realm.

"Fifty spirit herbs."

"Thirty spiritual herbs, no matter how tall you are, you can keep them yourself. Maybe you will be snatched away from Green Island and you will be able to get nothing."

Cheng Lingyu turned around and played the pretext of trying to get.

"Thirty plants are too few. In this way, forty plants are the lowest price."

Cheng Lingyu was unmoved and said lightly: "Thirty plants, if you want to sell them, you can sell them."

"Add some more, six and six are very good, don't leave, thirty-five plants...thirty-two plants...Okay, you're cruel, thirty plants will be sold."

Cheng Lingyu was secretly happy, but his face seemed to be very reluctant.

Cheng Lingyu reached into his arms, and when he pulled it out, he had thirty more spiritual herbs in his hand, in exchange for the demon core.

Qu Wei, Jin Miaoyi, Miao Sanxu, and Fang Zhuqing were all surprised. None of them had ever thought that Cheng Lingyu had even had as many as thirty spiritual herbs on him.

"You boy can't hide it. I'm so close to you, and I haven't noticed the breath of spiritual herbs on you."

Fang Qingzhu patted Cheng Lingyu on the shoulder with curiosity on his face.

"The main reason is that your mind is not on me, so naturally I didn't find it."

The five people continued to stroll, and Cheng Lingyu paid special attention to the price of the beast pill.

"One of the five spirit herbs in the beast pill was sold, and there were only the last three left. If you miss this village, you will not have this store."

The beast pill is not very attractive, mainly bought by monks in the Zhenwu realm, and the price of five spiritual herbs per piece also makes many people think it is too expensive.

Cheng Lingyu went around the market and only three people sold beast pills, with a total of ten beast pills in his hand, and the price was three to five spiritual herbs per, and the sales were not good.

The reason is that the beast pill contains bloody aura, and generally monks will have certain side effects when taking it. It is better to take spiritual herbs directly, which will be better for digestion and absorption.

Cheng Lingyu also had some spiritual herbs in his hands, and finally bought all ten beast pills on the market at the price of three spiritual herbs.

On the market, the most monks sell magic weapons, most of them are medium-grade magic weapons, top-grade magic weapons and low-grade treasure weapons. Most of these are dead money.

"Look at it, a mid-grade treasure maker, perfect and excellent quality."

The shouts quickly attracted a large number of monks, Miao Sanxu and Fang Zhuqing all went to watch, while Cheng Lingyu was not very interested.

Half an hour later, the trading area gradually became deserted, and many monks left Green Island one after another, and there was no expectation here.

There are blood shadows in the Ecstasy Forest, and entering will lead to death.

The treasures of the Soul Lost Forest are gone, and a large number of monsters gather, and the monks are unwilling to take risks.

The northern stone forests are as usual, and nothing has been discovered.

Ordinary monks had no intention of staying, and people above the eighth floor left one after another.

Cheng Lingyu was not in a hurry. He also wanted to go to the Soul Lost Forest to see the situation of the well, but some monks learned that after the Purple Jade Medicine King Cauldron was born, the well collapsed.

Cheng Lingyu was very disappointed and decided to go and have a look.

At this time, a seriously injured monk returned to the central area and held a jade bottle covered with ice fog in his hand.

"The cold spring of spiritual veins is exchanged with spiritual medicine."

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately attracted the monks nearby.

When Qu Wei heard the news, he hurriedly told Cheng Lingyu.

The cultivator was seriously injured. He was originally a master in the late stage of the Soul Martial Realm. Now, in order to heal his wounds, he endured the pain and sold the spiritual vein cold spring, hoping to exchange for spiritual medicine.

"Who knows if you are the real spiritual vein cold spring? How do you prove it?"

Some monks questioned the truth.

"This is the spiritual vein cold spring erupting from the well in the Soul Lost Forest. When the Purple Jade Medicine King Cauldron was born, the well ejaculated a spiritual vein cold spring before it collapsed. At that time, three people were nearby and each collected some of them with jade bottles. If I hadn't been seriously injured, I wouldn't have sold it."

"We haven't seen this with our own eyes, how do you know whether what you said is true or false?"

"If you don't believe it, you can come and touch it. This spiritual vein cold spring is as cold as ice. My jade bottle is so cold that it emits ice fog at all times. This is the best proof."

Many monks came forward to touch the jade bottle. Sure enough, the air was biting cold and shocking.

Cheng Lingyu also stepped forward and touched him a few times, feeling very nervous.

"It is hard to find spiritual medicine. If you insist on exchange for spiritual medicine, it is probably unrealistic. A large number of transactions have been completed here before, and many monks have left. The time for you to return is wrong, and you can probably exchange it for at most some spiritual herbs."

There were hundreds of monks on the island before, but now there are only forty or fifty people left, and the situation is ten times worse.

"The spirit grass is fine, one hundred plants can be exchanged."

"Your price is too high, and it's not that there are few people on the island now. Even when there were too many people before, your bottle of Lingmai Han Spring could not be sold at this price. The Tianyang Empire mainly uses masculine magic tricks. Although Lingmai Han Spring is precious, it is a cold thing of the most yin. Except for special uses, ordinary people will not buy it."

Some monks think the price is too high.

Cheng Lingyu wanted to speak, but was stopped by Qu Wei and signaled him not to move rashly for the time being.

There are few monks on the island nowadays, and many people cannot afford the price even if they want to sell it. Therefore, if you want to sell this bottle of Lingmai Hanquan, it is impossible to sell it at a high price.

The master of Soul Martial Arts was extremely injured. Although no one would snatch his spiritual vein from the cold spring in this central area, as long as he left this area, others might take action.

"Since that's the case, then bid for the higher price."

"This is a good method. I bid for ten spiritual herbs to exchange."

"Twelve...Five...Eighteen...Twenty..."

Some people bid one after another, but the prices are not high, because these people are scarce in their hands and cannot afford high prices.

The holders of Lingmai Hanquan were disappointed, and the price of twenty spiritual herbs was too low.

“Twenty-five…twenty-six…twenty-eight…twenty-eight…”

Some people will increase the price in the future, but the increase is not much.

"You guys are too low."

"Spiritual grass is scarce, and the twenty-eight spiritual grasses should be enough for you to heal your wounds."

"What price do you want to sell it?"

"At least fifty spiritual herbs."

"No one here can afford this price, you can only keep it for yourself."

The bidding has come to an end for the time being, and no one can afford the price of fifty spiritual herbs.

Cheng Lingyu is paying attention and waiting for the most suitable price.

The holder of Lingmai Hanquan is relatively stubborn and allows others to lobby. He just cannot take action if he is less than fifty spiritual herbs.

"Thirty-five plants, this is the highest price, please think about it carefully."

Someone raised the price again, but the man still didn't sell it.

Cheng Lingyu waited for a long time and felt that fifty spiritual herbs were worth it.
To be continued...