Ye Cheng got up from the grass on the other side, his eyes gloomy.

White Dragon Elephant, this guy is not dead yet!

However, before he obviously broke his arm and abolished his dantian, he jumped into the river in despair.

I thought he was going to die, but I didn't think of this person at all.

However, he appeared again, with his arms complete, and looking at the strength of his palm, it was no worse than himself.

"If you're not dead, then kill again. The corners of Ye Cheng's mouth twitched, and he said coldly in his heart.

……

On Ziling Mountain, there is a gap that seems to have been cut open by a heavenly sword.

At this time, at the gap, there were two monks in the middle of Qi cultivation guarding it.

As long as someone comes, you need to check the license before you can enter.

If someone tries to get involved, they will be killed on the spot.

There are already many monks outside, some wearing gorgeous Dharma robes, some wearing plain clothes and cloth shoes, some men and women, some Taoist priests, and some monks.

None of them entered it, but they were reminiscing about old friendships.

Among these monks, there is a clear distinction.

On the one hand, he has a strong aura and a confident and proud demeanor, but on the other hand, he is submissive, looking at the other side longingly, but he does not dare to walk over.

Among them, on the one hand, there are monks from the small world, and on the other hand, there are children of the major hidden family sects.

Most of these hidden family sects were founded by monks who came out of the small world.

Because hundreds of years ago, the monks of the small world were still loose in and out, and there was a strict elimination system, after all, the resources of the small world were also limited.

Therefore, some people who enter the small world will be expelled from the small world if they do not pass the cultivation for a period of time.

Although these people are not qualified in the small world, they can be called masters in the world, and they are qualified to create families and sects.

The greatest dream of the children of these families and sects is to uphold the will of their ancestors and aim to enter the small world.

Every ten years, the trade fair and the recruitment of new people are the biggest days for these families and sects.

The fair can exchange them for the cultivation resources of the small world, and the new recruitment of the small world will give their children the opportunity to enter the small world.

It can be said that the monks of the small world and the monks of these hidden family sects in the world are completely two levels.

"Hey, isn't this He Lao?" Suddenly, a shrill voice sounded.

But it was a man with acne on his face, pointing to He Chuangdao, who was cowering and walking up with his grandson.

Suddenly, many people's eyes looked over.

"Old He, you made it easy for our Geng family to find it, when will we pay back the spirit stones that we owed our family before. The acne man stood in front of He Chuang and said.

"Nephew Geng, our He family has never owed foreign debts, let alone your family's spirit stones. He Chuang's white eyebrows trembled, a little kid with a layer of qi training, put it in the past, he slapped it directly to death.

"Old He, my Jiang family can testify, you not only owe the Geng family's spirit stone, but also our Jiang family's spirit stone, and you must pay it back today. At this time, another middle-aged man walked over with an expression that was stunned by He Chuang.

He Chuang blocked his grandson He Wu behind him, and said sharply: "Get out of the way, I want to enter the trading venue." ”

"What if you don't let you stay? Do you still want to do it? Although you are powerful, but you stupid grandson is powerless. The middle-aged man of the Jiang family sneered.

He Chuang's wrinkled old face twitched, he could kill people, but his grandson was finished, and the entire He family was about to become extinct.

"Give us back the spirit stones, hurry up. The people of these two families dared not speak out when they saw He Chuang, and they were even more unscrupulous.

At this time, there are still a few people who are also ready to move.

Everyone knows He Chuang's purpose, he is here to find a backer for his grandson, and he must have brought a lot of spirit stones and treasures with him.

"What are you doing?" At this moment, a young man from the small world came over and shouted.

"This old guy owes us spirit stones......"

"Is there any evidence?" asked the young man.

"This ......"

"There's no evidence, right, that's blackmail, I said you owe me 10,000 spirit stones from the Jiuhua Sword Sect, do you give it or not?" the young man asked, his eyes like a knife.

Suddenly, the people of these two families bowed their heads and did not dare to speak anymore.

At this time, He Chuang suddenly pulled his grandson He Wu to kneel on the ground, and said loudly: "Thank you to this immortal chief, please have mercy on my grandson, let him worship the sect of the immortal chief, I am willing to give everything, including my old life." ”

"Uncle, hurry up, it's not up to me to take on new things, but I can say a few good words to the elders of the sect. The young man helped He Chuang up and said gently.

At this time, He Chuang took out his backpack, offered it with both hands, and said, "As long as my grandson can enter the Immortal Chang Sect, these are small meanings." ”

The young man took the backpack, opened it and looked at it, and suddenly his eyes lit up, in this backpack, there were two high-grade spirit stones, dozens of middle-grade spirit stones and low-grade spirit stones.

You must know that in the Jiuhua Sword Sect, only the elders can receive the top-grade spirit stones.

"Okay, since you're so sincere, I can give it a try. The youth said.

He Chuang was like grabbing the last straw and kept thanking him.

"Xiao Wu, quick, thank you Immortal Chief. He Chuang said to his grandson.

He Wu glanced at the young man, but said loudly: "Grandpa, he is not an immortal chief, he is a bad person." ”

"You kid, you gibberish. He Chuang scolded anxiously.

At this time, the young man was carrying his bag, turned around and walked away.

"Immortal Chief, my grandson ......"

"I'll help you say it, but I don't know if it will work out or not. The young man smiled, but his attitude changed and became cold.

He Chuang was stunned for a moment, then realized something, pulled his grandson and chased after him, and said, "Immortal Chief, take us to meet the elders of the Immortal Elder Sect now." ”

"Xiaoyu, my elder, you can see it if you want to?" said the young man.

"That'...... Lingshi ...... "He Chuangdao."

"What spirit stone?" the young man said.

He Chuang's gaze changed suddenly, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the backpack like lightning.

"You dare to rob me of my things, you don't want to live, right, and if you dare to hurt me, your stupid grandson will be doomed. The young man snapped.

He Chuang shuddered for a moment, grabbed the backpack and didn't let go.

The young man suddenly punched He Chuang's chest, and he shook it, but he still didn't let go.

"Damn, look for death!" the young man shouted, blasting at He Chuang's chest with one blow after another.

The young man is an inner disciple of the Jiuhua Sword Sect, named Zhao Liang, a second-level cultivator of Qi training.

In terms of realm, he doesn't know how to break through.

However, with such a series of spiritual attacks, He Chuang couldn't stand it.

What's more, last night he used a secret technique to escape, and his strength has weakened a lot.

was hit a few times by Zhao Liang, and his mouth and nose were already full of blood.

However, He Chuang still clung to the backpack and did not let go, which was his hope and the hope of the entire He family.

"Don't hit my grandfather. He Wu shouted and rushed towards Zhao Liang.

"Smack"

Zhao Liang waved his hand and knocked He Wu fan to the ground.

He Chuang's eyes froze, and the murderous intent became thicker.

But at this moment, another disciple of the Jiuhua Sword Sect walked over, and the sword pill in his hand turned into a magic sword, and the sword body was against He Wu's neck.

"Old fellow, let go. This disciple of the Jiuhua Sword Sect said coldly.

He Chuang trembled all over and slowly let go of his hand.

"Haha, thank you, Senior Brother Wang, I'll share some with you later. Zhao Liang laughed.

"Then thank you Senior Brother Zhao. Wang Ye's eyes lit up.

The rest of the disciples of the Small World Sect, some of them looked on coldly, and some regretted why they didn't make a move, but there was no one to uphold justice, and no one even said a word of justice.

He Chuang's heart was like ashes, he helped his grandson up, and his eyes struggled.

If there is really no chance, it is better to kill his grandson with his own hands, so that he will not suffer in this world, and then, he will fight for his life, and he will also kill the two disciples of the Jiuhua Sword Sect.

"Put the bag down. Just then, a cold voice rang out.

A chill ran down Zhao Liang's back, and when he turned around, he saw an ordinary-looking young man staring at him coldly, but it was Ye Cheng who had changed his face.

"Who are you, dare to meddle with the affairs of our Jiuhua Sword Sect. Zhao Liang asked sharply.

"Isn't the Jiuhua Sword Sect great?

"Look for death!" Zhao Liang was annoyed and ashamed, his eyes were angry and murderous, and the sword pill in his hand turned into a magic sword, stabbing Ye Cheng's neck.

Ye Cheng raised his hand, his hand flashed with golden light, and he actually grabbed this magic sword with his bare hands, and then forcibly cut off the connection with Zhao Liang.

"Poof"

Zhao Liang's heart was surging, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the magic sword of sword cultivation was connected to the soul, and if it was cut off so forcibly, it would hurt the soul.

The monks present all showed shocked expressions, looking at Ye Cheng with awe and inquiry.

At this time, Wang Ye attacked from behind, and a sword light slashed in.

As soon as Ye Cheng waved his hand, the magic sword of Zhao Liang in his hand shot out.

In an instant, this sword light was stabbed.

"Huh"

Wang Ye's face was covered with a blood groove, and he suddenly trembled, soaked in cold sweat.

He knew that if Ye Cheng was willing, he would already be a corpse.

At this time, Ye Cheng beckoned, and the backpack fell into his hand.

Then, he threw his backpack in front of He Chuang.

He Chuang looked at Ye Cheng in a daze, originally thinking that he was here to compete for this backpack of spirit stones, but he didn't expect this person to return it to him.

Ye Cheng has changed his appearance, and he can't recognize it.

"Brother. He Wu looked at Ye Cheng with a smile, and it seemed that he recognized him.

Ye Cheng was stunned for a moment, could it be that this stupid boy is the same as Yu Caier's dark pupils, can see through all disguises?

There was nothing unusual in his eyes, not dark pupils.

At this time, he remembered what He Wu had said last night, he said that he had a green light on his head.

Could it be true?

Ye Cheng shook his head in his heart, did not speak, but walked straight towards the trading venue.

He didn't know why he would help the grandfather and grandson twice, but he just moved as he pleased.

The two monks in the middle of Qi cultivation who were guarding the entrance were also looking at Ye Cheng in surprise, and at this time, Ye Cheng took out the token of the Iron Sword Gate.

The two glanced at him and let him in.

"When did such a powerful person come out of the Iron Sword Gate?" one of them said.

"I don't know, this time the Iron Sword Gate is Gu Quanyu who came out to lead the team, he has always liked Dese, this time he didn't hear that he Dese, the younger generation of the Iron Sword Gate still has such characters, it's strange. Another monk said.

As soon as Ye Cheng entered, it was like causing a chain reaction, and all these monks who were originally outside began to enter it.

When Ye Cheng entered, the fair had not officially started.

The fair is divided into a flea market and an auction, the flea market is free to trade, and the auction is presided over by a special person, and there will be no fakes, and there will be no moths such as various shady methods.

It didn't take long for the trade fair to begin.

Ita's trade fair is simply unsightly compared to here.

There is a random stall here, and the magic weapons, magic runes, elixirs, etc., are rare treasures outside.

The venue was large, shrouded in a powerful layer of legal prohibition.

Ye Cheng estimated that this forbidden law should be arranged by several mid-stage Qi cultivation cultivators, and it would be difficult to break through unless there were late-stage Qi cultivation cultivators.

Ye Cheng roughly walked around the flea market for a while, but there were a lot of good things, but there was nothing he desperately needed.

So, he went to the innermost auction house.

The auction hall will have a separate number plate, and the number plate will be issued with a face covering cloak.

In other words, when you enter this auction house, you can choose to hide your identity, and you are still very thoughtful.

However, if you want to enter, you must either pay twenty lower grade spirit stones.

The spirit stones on Ye Cheng's body were just enough, and they were all obtained from Deng Xiu and Li Qiu of the Iron Sword Gate.

Ye Cheng received the number plate, entered a small dark room, put on a cloak, and placed a layer of magic circle on it to isolate spiritual sense.

Then, he found the person in charge and said that he wanted to send the item.

Soon, Ye Cheng was led to a room.

In the room, there was a white-bearded old man, he was the monk in charge of treasure appreciation, named Wan Huai, and he was also a master in the middle stage of Qi training.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you want to send?" Wan Huai asked.

Ye Cheng shook his hand, and a gray-white stone appeared in his hand.

Wan Huai glanced at it casually, then his pupils widened, and he suddenly stood up in a gaffe, staring directly at the gray stone in Ye Cheng's hand.