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But this is where Hongyuanzhai is.

Chen Ting and the others slowly walked into the commercial building, among which there were not many monks, and most of them just stopped to watch, and there were not many who negotiated.

The hall is surrounded by rows of white porcelain cabinets, which display all kinds of spiritual objects, magic vessels, elixirs, spirit runes, spirit boxes, and more strange things, and each white porcelain cabinet has a corresponding introduction mark.

However, the most inferior of them is also the best magic weapon, and the price is even higher.

Coming to a counter in the center of the hall, Chen Ting immediately spoke: "May I ask ......?"

As soon as the words started, at this time, a middle-aged man in a green shirt walked down from the upper floor, step by step, and his voice could be heard softly.

Those who could go up to the second floor were not ordinary monks, and everyone looked sideways, and the hall was extremely quiet for a while.

The middle-aged man in the green shirt looked serious and slowly walked towards the central counter.

"Master Dong!" The young man in front of the counter bowed slightly and said.

The middle-aged man in the green shirt just nodded, found a chair and sat down, then clasped his hands to his chest and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The guy in front of the counter turned his head and asked Chen Ting very politely, "What do Daoyou need?" ”

As soon as his mind tightened, Chen Ting immediately dispelled his original thoughts, his mind turned, and he had to pretend to be stupid again.

Showing an arrogant look, Chen Ting said casually: "Do you have any high-level magic weapons?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a low sound of ridicule rang out in the hall, and many monks looked over with disdain.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm sorry, Hong Yuanzhai doesn't have a high-level magic weapon." The guy in front of the counter didn't mean to laugh at all, and still said calmly.

Chen Ting's face was displeased, and his voice gradually became louder: "With such a big commercial building, why don't you even have a high-level magic weapon?" ”

The guy in front of the cabinet frowned, and said lightly: "The worst magic weapon here is also the best, and there is indeed no high-level magic weapon!" ”

"Ah...... This ......"

With an embarrassed look, Chen Ting grabbed Zhuo Yiyi and left Hongyuanzhai as if he were fleeing.

The middle-aged man in the green shirt opened his eyes and glanced at them lightly, his face was a little strange, but he quickly closed his eyes again and recuperated.

"Hehe, a pair of hillbillies, they don't even know where Hong Yuanzhai is, so they dare to speak wildly, but that little girl is quite delicate and lovely!"

"Full of yellow mouths, be careful and be taught a lesson again!"

"Your uncle, can you not keep mentioning this!"

Seeing Chen Ting and the two leaving the commercial building, a pair of young men joked with each other.

"You ......"

Zhuo Yiyi had a keen sense of spirituality, and immediately heard the voice behind her, and she was very annoyed.

Chen Ting stopped her words, and looked lonely: "Senior sister, it's the senior brother who has come out of the ocean." ”

As he spoke, he quickened his pace, as if he were a young monk who had consciously lost face.

After passing through a few streets, Chen Tingfang slowed down, his face gloomy and terrifying.

"Childe, you ......"

Zhuo Yiyi is also accustomed to Chen Ting's performance of such a scene, and knows that there must be a deep meaning in it, but now when she sees his face, she is still a little puzzled.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Tingcai said, "That Master Dong just now is a Destiny Palace Monk, a Destiny Palace Monk who has an enmity with me. ”

Zhuo Yiyi frowned and exclaimed, "Ah, isn't that ......?"

"He doesn't know me, but there is a great chance that he will catch up, go, and go directly back to the spiritual platform!"

Yin spiritual power, Chen Ting once refined this way, so he could see through the identity of the middle-aged man in the green shirt at a glance, and he would never be wrong about that unique spiritual power aura.

A monk of the Life Palace of the Yin Yang Holy Sect, but he was a porter in Hongyuan Zhai, which made Chen Ting think of a possibility, and he was very reluctant to face the possibility.

But he didn't have the heart to think about it that much right now, and he had to leave as soon as possible.

A few days ago, he was a magic weapon solid, and there may still be an extremely weak extreme yin aura left on his body, as long as he is noticed by the other party, he will definitely catch up desperately!

……

Hong Yuan Zhai.

The middle-aged man in the green shirt was still sitting at the counter on the first floor, his serious face becoming deeper and darker.

After a long time, this Master Dong stood up suddenly, and as soon as his footsteps moved, he immediately rushed out of Hongyuanzhai.

Silently, so fast that no one around them even reacted, only a breeze swept by, and that's it.

"It's a familiar feeling, no!"

The middle-aged man in the green shirt became faster and faster, urging the spiritual power of the Initiation Palace level with all his might, and walked through the small fairy city without any scruples.

In the center of the city, in an elegant room, an elegant middle-aged monk put down what he was doing, hurriedly rushed out of the room, jumped to a tall building in a few steps, and frowned: "So unscrupulous, which fellow Daoist will it be?" North City ......"

At the same moment, the officials and monks in Xiaoxian City all seemed to be aware, and their spiritual senses were wide open, and they were secretly observing.

……

The flying spirit weapon printed with the words "Mojia Chamber of Commerce" once again rose with spiritual power, pierced the clouds and mist, crossed the small fairy city, and headed north.

"Brother Chen, how is it, have you bought any good things?" After Yu Yinquan got on the flying boat, he came to Chen Ting again.

"A poor monk, how dare he be extravagant, so he walked around." Chen Ting smiled reluctantly, still haunted by what had happened before.

Yu Yinquan didn't think much about it, and continued: "By the way, have you met Hong Baizhan and them in Xiaoxian City? ”

"No, what's wrong?" Chen Ting glanced at Yu Yinquan and said with some doubts.

"It's nothing, it's just for you to be on guard, these three are not good people."

Yu Yinquan snorted, and said: "The next stop is Cangzhou, Brother Chen, ready to go back to the sect!" ”

Seeing Yu Yinquan leave, Chen Ting frowned slightly, always feeling that the other party had another purpose, but he couldn't guess the reason for a while, so he could only pay attention to himself.

Another day later.

The flying spirit weapon entered the realm of Cangzhou and stopped in a Xiuzhen city called Yaocheng.

This is a huge city located in the plains, in terms of land area, it is more than Xiaoxian City, but in terms of prosperity, it is inferior, just from the number of séance platforms.

Landing on a séance platform, Chen Ting and the others slowly walked down.

The breeze was blowing, and the sky was a little gloomy today.

"Wait until I inform the deacon."

made a faint sound, and then saw Ying Caiwei take out a white talisman, a little aura, the fire on the spirit talisman appeared, and it burned out in the blink of an eye, turned into a wisp of green smoke, and blew it into the air.

"Sister Yiyi, I'll take care of you in the future."

Since getting off the flying spirit weapon, several people present have not moved around, and at this time, Fu Junhang, who was dressed as a handsome student, said with a smile.

Zhuo Yiyi's face was extremely calm, and she replied, "Just call me Senior Sister Zhuo." ”

Fu Junhang was bored, his smile froze, he glared at Chen Ting fiercely, and did not continue to speak.

Chen Ting didn't respond to this, his face was expressionless, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

A gust of wind blew, and a huge white crane appeared above the séance platform, with a wingspan of more than ten zhang alone, and on the white crane's back, there was also a young man in orange and red clothes.

With a long roar, the white crane slowly landed on the séance platform, and the young man on it quickly slid down with his white feathers, and said with a smile: "In Xia Mengyi, senior brothers and sisters, oh, and junior brothers and sisters, please come up." ”

"Thank you, Senior Brother Meng."

Yu Yinquan was the first to speak, and was about to jump up, but he glanced at Ying Caiwei next to him, and said with a smile: "Senior sister, you invite first." ”

The height of four or five zhang is just a jump for a monk, even Zhuo Yiyi, who has the lowest cultivation in the field, can complete it with a little spiritual power.

Therefore, after only a few breaths, the white crane fluttered its wings again, ready to spread its wings and fly high.

"Everyone, sit tight!"

Riding the white crane, soaring upward, it is like a picture of immortals, which makes people fascinated.

"What a big Linghe, such a handiwork, eighty percent are disciples of Mingyimen!"

"The six major sects, I don't know when I will be able to enter them......

"With our qualifications, we can only wait for the immortal ascension conference of each sect, but the latest one is two years later."

Looking at the white crane that was going away with the wind, many monks on the séance platform couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, and then began to talk.

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