"It's too dangerous. As soon as Huang Quan's voice came out, he was immediately rejected by Chang'e.

It's really too dangerous, and Chang'e is very worried about Huangquan going to that kind of place alone.

"Don't forget, you have offended the two major sects now, if you let those two major sects find out that you are in Yecheng, they will not let you go, you can't bear it alone. Chang'e kept shaking her head and said.

"Well, it's not that big of a problem. Meng Jiangnu also noticed the situation here, and said with a frown.

While speaking, Meng Jiangnu threw over something.

Huang Quan caught it with his hand, and when he held it in his hand, it was a mask.

"I know the kind of place in Yecheng. Meng Jiangnu said: "Although the number of times is not much, I have been there twice." ”

"Occasionally, there will be some good stuff in there. ”

"In the world of cultivators, you all know that things like killing people and snatching treasures happen from time to time. ”

"That's why many practitioners, especially casual cultivators, don't want to show their true colors, because they are afraid that if something goes wrong, they will be hunted down. ”

"Therefore, many people go in wearing masks to hide their true appearance. ”

"This situation is very normal in Yecheng, so it will not be suspected, and there should be no problem. Meng Jiangnu explained.

"This mask, as long as it is worn on the face, it can completely block the eyes of others, unless it is more powerful than my level, otherwise, you will not be able to peek into your true appearance, as long as you don't show the appearance of a dragon in front of everyone, people will not suspect you. Meng Jiangnu shrugged her shoulders and said.

"Moreover, this mask is also a pretty good magic weapon, much more powerful than the bald Sun Bell and the like before, I got it many years ago and gave it to you. "Meng Jiangnu is very generous.

The Sun Bell is a low-level magic weapon, so this mask is at least a medium-level magic weapon.

In the world of cultivators, it is also quite a good thing, but for Meng Jiangnu, it has no value.

"This magic weapon, the name is called Ever-changing, simply put, it is to be able to change your body and appearance at will, even if you are targeted by someone because of something, as long as you change it casually, you can immediately change to another appearance, and no one will find it at all. Meng Jiangnu was a little proud.

If you look at it this way, this treasure seems to be really good.

With this treasure on your body, you don't have to worry about being targeted by others.

Chang'e was finally relieved.

When he put the mask on his face, it was cold to the touch, and Huang Quan even had the illusion that this mask was made of ice cubes.

The body couldn't be controlled, and the spirit trembled, and the expression on his face was slightly weird.

Soon, though, Huangquan got used to the taste.

Silvery-white, metallic visor, and inside the mirror was a slightly weird guy.

After trying it again, the mana poured into the morning mask, and the silver-white mask on his face seemed to be melting, constantly squirming, and in a short period of time, the metal mask had completely integrated into Huang Quan's cheeks.

But in a few seconds, what appeared in the mirror was a completely different face, the big star Takeshi Ginjo.

looks pretty good, although it's not as handsome as he used to be.

Just like Meng Jiangnu said, this mask can change her appearance at will, and even her body shape can be changed to a certain extent.

Although it is not a powerful offensive and defensive magic weapon, this kind of magic weapon is also more precious.

Putting on this mask, Huang Quan directly spread his wings behind his back and prepared to leave, but at this moment, the white fox came out of nowhere and bit Huang Quan's trouser leg.

"Do you want to go with you, with you, it's a little too obvious. Huang Quan was a little distressed.

The little fox tilted his head, as if he had thought about it, and then a milky white light on his body gradually dispersed, and his body was rapidly shrinking, and in a short period of time, he turned into a small doll, jumped into Huangquan's pocket.

Forget it, so it doesn't matter.

Yecheng, that place Huangquan also knows.

It belongs to a relatively old city, preserving a lot of ancient relics, which can attract many young people to visit in the past, and it is a tourist place.

Who would have thought that such a city would be a place for cultivators to hold their trades?

Every year, in the world of practitioners, a trade fair is held.

The location is in Yecheng and lasts for one week.

I don't know who determined this habit and when.

In short, it has become a kind of festival like the Spring Festival.

Of course, it can also be said that it may not be a festival, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a death day, because every year at the trade fair, many people will die inexplicably.

When you have a lot of wealth, or a powerful treasure, you will inevitably be spied on, if you are strong, you can protect what you have, if you are not strong, then you will be killed and robbed.

This kind of thing happens from time to time.

This fair has been held for so many years, and I don't know how many people have died.

But even so, people are still flocking to this trade fair.

Use your wings, spread your speed, and whizz straight through the sky.

Yecheng is far away from Yanhua City, and about two hours or so have passed, and Huangquan has entered the territory of Yecheng.

After arriving here, Huang Quan put away his wings behind his back, descended from the sky, and walked into Yecheng.

The whole city is full of aura.

Compared to other modern metropolises, Huangquan can feel more aura in this city, which may be one of the reasons why Yecheng is so attractive to cultivators.

Huang Quan didn't have much interest in the antique scenery of Yecheng, and Huang Quan was interested in the cultivators in Yecheng.

Normally, in Yanhua City, there are basically no cultivators to be seen, but in Yecheng it is an exception.

Even if he had just arrived here, Huang Quan felt the breath of more than a dozen cultivators.

The strength of those cultivators is very weak, basically they are all in the Qi refining period, and occasionally I see a cultivator in the foundation building stage, and the expression on his face has already looked quite arrogant.

Looking at that kind of appearance, cultivators in the foundation building period can already be regarded as having quite a high status in the cultivation world.

As for the Jindan period, I haven't seen any of them.

The Qi refining period and the foundation building period have always been the largest number of people in the cultivation world.

Huang Quan didn't know where the trade would take place, his consciousness dispersed, and he felt it carefully, but he didn't feel anything special around him.

There is no way, Huang Quan can only follow behind a group of scattered cultivators who look like they are gathered together and walking together, these people should also go to the trade fair when they come to Yecheng, and if they follow these people, they can probably find the location of the trade fair.

Sure enough, these people didn't come to visit the mountains and rivers.

Straight through the city, straight towards a mountain behind it.

The mountain peak, it looks majestic and steep, the scenery is quite good, a little development, it should be a quite popular scenic spot.

But strangely enough, near this peak, there are no ordinary people to be seen at all.

Huang Quan felt it a little and understood that there was a special power near this mountain peak.

It should be a ban arranged by some strong people.

This kind of prohibition will not cause any harm to ordinary people, but it will make ordinary people instinctively stay away from this place, it seems that this mountain should be the location of the trade fair.

The five cultivators in front of Huang Quan, as they walked, turned their heads, frowning from time to time, and exchanged heads and ears.

Obviously, these people had already noticed that Huang Quan had been following behind, after all, Huang Quan had not hidden his existence, and the distance between the two sides was not very far.

As long as you are not blind, you can see the Yellow Spring.

Other cultivators have been following behind them, and this kind of thing is probably taboo in the world of cultivators.

The brows of those people were tightly furrowed, and after a while, finally, these cultivators couldn't bear it anymore.

"This fellow Daoist, may I ask what is the matter, why has you been following us?" a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties turned around and asked Huang Quan.

Although this middle-aged man was questioning, the tone of his voice was not very strong.

Obviously, the existence of Huangquan is quite strange.

On the surface, Huang Quan was just an ordinary person, and he didn't have any particularly powerful aura on his body, but ordinary people couldn't get close to this mountain peak at all, that is, Huang Quan was a cultivator.

And as a cultivator, he can't feel the breath at all, so there are only two possibilities, first, this person's strength is very low and he can't detect it, and second, this person's strength is very strong, far exceeding the limit of what he can peep into.

So, which kind of Yellow Springs does it belong to?