Chapter 156 Witch Drum

On the bustling streets, there is an endless stream of practitioners coming and going. The small vendors on the roadside may be practitioners or ordinary people who discharge their goods neatly, waiting for someone to buy them. In this Juzhenbao, you don't have to worry about forced buying and selling. Every hundreds of steps, there are several strangely dressed Juzhenbao guards patrolling. If there is any trouble, they will definitely be severely punished. It is also in this way that we can ensure that this Juzhenbao has a continuous source of money every day, and scattered repairs from all over the world come one after another, forming such a large-scale market.

A teenager came face to face in the crowd, with a gentle face like a crown and jade. He carried a strange-style giant sword behind him, and a simple wooden hairpin like a branch on his head, which scattered the breath of calming the mind. At a glance, it was a treasure. But the clothes on this teenager's body make all the people with bad intentions look away. The white clothes with gold edges and the simple mountain peak embroidered like strange dragons at the cuffs show that this son is extraordinary. He is already a disciple of the Miaocheng clan who leads the peak alone. If you hit him, it is simply looking for his own death, at least this Some scattered cultivations dare not think about it at all.

There was a fire squatting on Gan Ping's shoulder. Each person and a monkey ate a spiritual fruit. The spiritual power came from the stall next to him, which made Gan Ping and Huoer frightened. Turning around, the practitioner in twos and threes is standing in front of a stall and flipping something. The cultivation of several people is not very high, and the highest one is not the state of the initial stage of chemical liquid. Behind the booth is sitting an old man, where he is sleepy and has no energy at all. The old man's qi and blood are weak, and there is no fluctuation of Zhenyuan mana at all. Obviously, he is an ordinary person who can't practice with that boss.

There were all kinds of things on the stall. Gan Ping saw that there were not a few fluctuations in spiritual power at the tip of his eyes. Obviously, it was ordinary things. The people standing in front of the stall were rummaging in it, muttering something, and the old man looked disapproving.

Walking forward, Gan Ping looked around. Huoer jumped on the stall in a hurry and scratched it randomly, making the stall in a mess. The practitioners who were looking at something frowned and suddenly saw the abnormal fire of Shenjun. They couldn't help but light up in their eyes. The fiery eyes made Huoer curl her lips at them. Several people hurriedly looked at Gan Ping. Between them, Gan Ping, who was dressed in white, was staring at Huo's every move and ignored them. Just as the monk with the highest level of cultivation was about to speak, he suddenly saw a Gan Ping's clothes and swallowed his words.

Gan Ping also ignored him. He must have noticed the extraordinary fire and wanted to pay attention to it. Along the way, there were countless people with such eyes, but when he saw his own clothes, he stopped thinking. Gan Ping couldn't help sighing again for the luck of being a disciple of the sect. If it hadn't been for this dress, it would have been disturbing.

By this time, the fire had come out of the messy things, holding something in his hand and happily offering treasure to Gan Ping. Gan Ping reached out and took it. He was slightly stunned. When he looked at it, it turned out to be a wooden drum less than the size of a palm, which was engraved with mysterious and simple patterns, and a desolate atmosphere came to his face. Playing with the small stock in his hand, Gan Ping frowned slightly. No matter how he entered the spiritual power into it, there was no response.

I thought about it, but I didn't know much about it, and I couldn't recognize what it was at all. The man with the highest cultivation beside him saw Gan Ping's embarrassed face, and his heart was slightly funny, but he had the intention to form a good relationship, so he said, "Don't you know what this is?" Oh?" Gan Ping raised his eyebrows when he heard the words and turned to the man, "The boy is stupid. I really can't see what it is. Can you tell me one or two?"

Gan Ping is so talkative in the world that he can't help but be a little proud. It's also a good thing to have a good relationship with such famous disciples. I think my little friend doesn't go out to practice much, but I don't know much about witchcraft. What you have in your hand is the witch drum used by the witches. Although it is not very common, it is not a rare thing in Zihua Fairy Mansion.

The man had to mention Gan Ping vaguely in front of the stall owner. Although this witch drum is rare, it is useless. Gan Ping naturally knew that he understood when he heard the word witchcraft. This witchcraft is a common thing commonly used by ancient witches. Most of them are made of materials that are difficult for strange monks to understand, and their utility is also strange. This witch drum is obviously a chicken rib. Such witchcraft can't be launched by relying on the true power. Only by relying on the unique witch power of the witch can they show a strange effect.

After saying thank you, Gan Ping continued to play with the witch drum in his hand. I don't know what the small drum is made of. The whole body is not stone but wood, extremely hard and has no sound. It is like a solid stone drum, with a layer of colorful feathers densely pasted outside, which looks quite beautiful. After fiddling for a while, Gan Ping asked the silent stall owner, "Excuse me, my father-in-law, how much is this thing?" Seeing that the old man was quite old, he looked older than Grandpa Ma of Ma Jiaji. Although the other party was an ordinary person, Gan Ping was embarrassed to call his father-in-law.

The old man narrowed his eyes and seemed to be asleep. In fact, he had been staring at it for a long time. Hearing Gan Ping's price, he opened a pair of turbid eyes and said slowly, "You can take everything on the stall here, as long as a seven-grade flying sword."

"What? You are crazy!"

The Sanxiu who just talked to Gan Ping just now almost jumped up and said, "You old man, you are really shameless. Aren't you looking at this little brother's wealth to blackmail him? People ask you something, and you actually want to sell all these things and exchange it for a seven-grade flying sword. Isn't it crazy? Look, there is nothing valuable in your stall. You actually want..."

This man was beating like thunder. He wanted to show himself before Gan Ping was full. He couldn't force himself to see Gan Ping's rather unhappy eyes, so he swallowed the rest of the words. Looking at Gan Ping's unhappy look, there was a burst of slander in this man's heart. If it hadn't been to please you, why would I care about this business? This flattery actually hit the horse's leg.

Gan Ping didn't say anything, but in the past few years, the man's cry attracted the crowd in the distance, and he couldn't help but be slightly unhappy. The man was so amazingly noisy. Stopping the man from talking, Gan Ping turned to the old man, "Does your father-in-law think you have anything worth the seventh-grade flying sword?" The words are lukewarm, and there is no anger at all. At this time, when the onlookers saw Gan Ping's attitude, they couldn't help admiring themselves. They really looked calm.

When the old man heard Gan Ping's words, he couldn't help but grow up. Perhaps he was watching so many "fairies" looking at him, and he was slightly nervous. Looking at Gan Ping's warm and jade-like eyes, he said, "I don't know what's valuable here, but I just want to change a seven-grade flying sword. If you have it, these things can be taken away."

Everyone couldn't help but be in an uproar when they heard such a saying. This old man was not a true person. He couldn't see the fluctuation of spiritual power. He actually took such a lot of things to deceive people. Unexpectedly, the lion opened his mouth was a seven-grade flying sword. He really didn't know the depth of the sky. These scattered cultivation families are not very rich. A six-grade flying sword is like a life. The seven-grade flying sword is slightly lower in human quality, but it is impossible for everyone to have one hand. Seeing that the old man said so, he thought that the old man was looking at Gan Ping's young and rich wealth to take the opportunity to blackmail. They were full of righteous indignation and accused the old man of coming.

Gan Ping frowned slightly, ignored the words of these people around him, and said to the old man, "I don't have this seven-grade flying sword, but it's a pity that there is nothing ready-made in my hand. If not, how about I exchange 20 Mingsui pills for it? As soon as this statement came out, the noisy people beside them couldn't help but be stunned. They didn't expect that Gan Ping really wanted to be the wrongdoer, and what they didn't expect was that this son would take out the Mingsui pill.

According to common sense, these twenty seven-grade elixir can be exchanged for a flying sword, but because Mingsui pills are scarce, the old man has taken a huge advantage. He can't help looking at the old man with envy, thinking about why he has not met such a big head as Gan Ping.

In everyone's eager eyes, the old man made an answer that made everyone spray blood: "I only want a seven-grade flying sword, not an elixir!"