Picking up the leak here with Li Laosan, and avenging the revenge of being teased by the other party in his previous life without the other party's knowledge, Yang Junshan felt a little relaxed.
However, after wandering around the grass market stalls, he didn't find anything that caught his eye, not that there was nothing worth buying for him to plan for the future, it was really because Yang Junshan didn't have many stone coins on his body at this time.
The petty stone coins he had saved over the years, a jade coin given to him by Yang Tiangang, plus more than a hundred stone coins scraped from Zhang Huzi and others, totaled only a little more than three hundred, and just a little more than half of them were used up at once.
Bought two pots of sixty iron feather arrows from a blacksmith shop in the town, these arrows are made of black iron, and the arrows are made of stainless steel, and with a strong bow, even the skin of a high-level beast can be shot through at an appropriate distance.
In his previous life, Yang Junshan had also bought iron feather arrows here, but because he had been blackmailed by Li Laosan before and the stone coins on his body were not as good as now, he finally only bought a pot of thirty arrows, and he finished shooting them soon after entering Baique Mountain.
Now Yang Junshan not only bought an extra pot, but his archery skills have improved greatly compared to his previous life, and his hunting experience is richer, so he will naturally no longer fall into the same predicament as in his previous life.
These sixty iron feather arrows cost Yang Junshan a hundred stone coins, this is still the blacksmith to see him as a child come to buy things, when asking his father, Yang Junshan deliberately leaked the discount obtained by his father Yang Tiangang's name, in this wasteland town, Yang Junshan's father's name is still quite deterrent.
With these sixty iron feather arrows, Yang Junshan's trip to Hundred Sparrow Mountain would have a little more protection, but in this way, the stone of mulberry wood bow that Yang Tian had just given him looked a little soft.
In fact, after practicing the Mangniu Fist this morning, Yang Junshan already felt that his strength had increased greatly, and then when he practiced archery with a mulberry bow, this feeling became even more obvious.
A good bow is worth a lot of money, even much more expensive than a hundred chain weapons, but now Yang Junshan doesn't have a few stone coins on him, let alone a good bow, even a mulberry bow can't afford it.
However, Yang Junshan knew that his father Yang Tiangang should have a good bow in his hand, which was said to have been used by Yang Tiangang when he was young, and he didn't know if he could pull it away.
After buying two pots of iron feather arrows, Yang Junshan only had more than thirty stone coins left, and unconsciously reached out and touched the red rust rough stone on his chest, but unfortunately this treasure is useless now.
After saving all these years, he spent almost all his pocket money in one day, thinking about what else he could buy with these more than thirty stone coins, and then he saw the spiritual grass shop next to Cao Shi Street.
Such shops usually also sell some medicinal patches, which are used to heal injuries and heal diseases, but most of them are made of low-level spiritual herbs with ordinary herbs, and there are still some effects for monks in the beginner level of the mortal realm, and at the advanced level of the mortal realm, the monks have established immortal roots to be able to perform immortal techniques.
However, for a monk like Yang Junshan who hasn't even completed summoning immortals on the first level of the mortal realm at the moment, the medicine patches made of a mixture of spiritual herbs and ordinary herbs to treat bruises and injuries in this spiritual herb shop are enough.
Thirty-five stone coins, once again looking at the face of him as a child and the little horse beast outside the shop, the shopkeeper of the spiritual grass shop gave him four of the trauma medicine for ten stone coins.
Putting the medicine sticker in the package on the back of the little pack horse beast, Yang Junshan patted the shriveled money bag on his chest, and finally there was no stone coin left.
Yang Junshan strolled around the grass market a little bored, casually looking at the items placed on the market stalls on both sides, and walking towards the direction where the town government office was located.
Because this place is usually the meeting place of the martial arts masters of the Wasteland Town, there are very few people who set up stalls near the public office whenever there is a grass market.
Therefore, the really lively place in the grass market is not near the government office, but the best things in the grass market are definitely here in the government office.
At this time, Yang Junshan squatted in front of a stall with * exquisite wooden boxes, looking at the elixirs contained in the wooden boxes and salivating, not only Yang Junshan, but also other people passing by this stall would often stop and look at the elixirs contained in the wooden boxes on the stalls with greed.
This stall belonged to a cold-looking black-clothed monk, from Yang Junshan squatting here, this cold-looking monk had been sitting there with his eyes slightly closed and motionless, it was obvious that this cold-looking monk was extremely confident in his own things, and ignored the inquiries of those who tried to bargain.
However, in Yang Junshan's view, the elixirs sold by this Leng Jun monk could only be regarded as medicine pills at best and could not be called spiritual pills, and the people who made these medicine pills were only at the level of the pill maker at most, which was still one step behind the real alchemist.
Originally, Yang Junshan thought that the cold monk in front of him should give people the impression that he should be the refiner of these elixirs, but after seeing the elixir contained in the wooden box, Yang Junshan dispelled his previous thoughts, the owner of the elixir in front of him obviously wanted people to mistake him for a pill master, and this indifferent expression he deliberately put on was just to raise his own value.
Although these elixirs were only at the level of medicine pills, they were made by rubbing the medicine mud after the spiritual herbs were boiled using a secret method, but compared to the medicine patches made of a mixture of spiritual herbs and ordinary herbs, several of them were just right for a monk like Yang Junshan who was new to the mortal realm.
The box of elixirs that Yang Junshan was paying attention to now was the spiritual pill that the monks who had just started cultivating could use, and this kind of medicine pill was quite helpful to Yang Junshan's cultivation.
Is this the price,......
The price marked by the Leng Ao monk on this box of spirit summoning elixirs was actually five jade coins!
Five jade coins, Yang Junshan looked at this price and felt a pain in his teeth, this was just an ordinary medicine pill, a box of spirit summoning pills was only worth three jade coins at most, but in this remote town, many spiritual farmers were afraid that they would not even see a few elixirs, and this cold arrogant monk was also clearly confident and fearless.
Despite this, Yang Junshan still looked at the ten spirit-summoning pills in the wooden box in front of him with some reluctance.
The cold arrogant monk looked at the young man who was squatting in front of the stall and did not leave, and a smile on the corner of his mouth flashed away with a hint of undetectable ridicule.
If it were someone else, the Leng Ao monk would have already coldly reprimanded him to leave, but after seeing the little horse beast behind the young man, and then thinking of the town government office near this place, this Leng Ao monk was determined to wait.
Looking at the appearance of this young man, it was obvious that he was extremely eager for his own elixir, and each box of the elixir here was a few jade coins, the young man obviously did not have such financial resources, but judging from the little horse beast he was leading behind him, the adult of this young man's family must not be underestimated, and then thinking of the nearby town government office, the cold arrogant monk concluded that the young man's lord must be a martial arts realm master, and he was in the town government office at this time.
These elixirs are naturally a luxury for ordinary spiritual cultivation farmers, but if you are a martial artist realm master, you may not be able to afford a few jade coins.
In fact, this cold arrogant monk also guessed half right, Yang Junshan was indeed waiting for his father to come out at this time, and he did want to buy this box of spirit pills, although the price of this box of spirit pills was obviously inflated, but what Yang Junshan really wanted to buy at this time was only the three pills in this box of spirit summoning pills.
In his previous life, Yang Junshan had some time to study alchemy and pharmaceuticals, and he had personally made several ordinary pills to communicate with others.
Because of this, when he saw the box of the Spirit Calling Pill in front of him, he was sure that the cold arrogant monk in front of him must not be the alchemist, because it was impossible for the alchemy maker to distinguish that three of the ten elixirs in the wooden box were not the kind of elixirs made from the medicine mud after being boiled by the spiritual herb, but the real elixir refined by the alchemist!
If it weren't for Yang Junshan's previous life as an alchemist, and had also worked the elixir, I am afraid he would not be able to distinguish between the two so easily.
The gate of the Zhen Gong Yamen opened, and the Martial Realm monks of the Wasteland Town began to walk out of it one after another, and a light flashed slightly in the Leng Ao monk's eyes, because he saw a burly monk who was also leading the horse beast, and his appearance was three points similar to the young man in front of him.
Sure enough, after seeing the burly monk appear, the young man in front of him hurriedly stood up and waved to him with excitement, and the joy on the cold and arrogant monk's face was even greater.
Yang Tian frowned as soon as he saw Yang Junshan standing next to a stall selling elixirs, he had already noticed this stall before going to the town office, the price of the pills sold on it was undoubtedly much higher than the actual price, and these pills were of little use to the Martial Realm monks, so Yang Tian Gang never thought to buy them.
"Dad, I want to buy a box of spiritual elixirs!"
Compared with Yang Junshan's intention to buy the elixir, Yang Tiangang was even more surprised that he actually recognized the elixir of the spirit pill, but looking at the person selling the elixir, Yang Tiangang naturally thought that this person had informed Yang Junshan, and even said that he had bewitched Yang Junshan to buy his elixir.
Yang Tian just looked at the elixir in the wooden box, the price of five jade coins was too high, even his martial arts realm's cultivation felt very worthless.
However, thinking that his son was going to Baique Mountain in two days, Yang Tiangang's heart softened for no reason, and he looked at the black-clothed monk in front of him, Yang Tiangang frowned slightly and said: "It's high!"