Ma'an Town is eighty miles east along the avenue, which is Loulan Pass. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is a large town with a population of more than 50,000 people, and although it does not compare with the status and prosperity of the Golden Fields, it is also one of the larger towns in the region.

The whole Loulan Pass chokes the entrance of the Adip Forest, which is the only way to enter the northern plains, and the literature records that the 600-mile bluestone avenue that crosses the Adip Forest has a history of tens of thousands of years.

Roland rode in a carriage that sat eight people, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was thinking about something.

Before leaving, he made sufficient preparations, the blood of the golden wheel of time and space recognized the master, and it was needless to say that he wore it with him, because the spiritual power can overflow and reach thirty degrees, some skills and secret methods for the use of spiritual power were put on the agenda.

Such as mental power locking, mental power exploration, mental power deterrence, mental power attack, etc., although the spillover of spiritual power consumes relatively large amounts of time and is used for a short time, it is also a means of saving life.

An hour passed quickly.

At the gate of the city, after checking the identity card and paying the entrance fee of five copper coins, Roland entered the Loulan Pass.

Politely stopping a pedestrian, Roland stepped forward to inquire, and then walked forward, through the lively streets, and not long after, he came to the Chengnan Market in Loulan Pass.

The bazaar in the south of the city covers a large area, almost half the size of Loulan Pass, pedestrians come and go, the stream is endless, and from time to time you can still see the patrol sergeants, lined up in a neat line, passing in front of you.

Standing at the crossroads, Roland looked around, and after a moment, walked straight towards the area where the materials were sold.

The talisman pen, the blood of the demonic beast, and the polished animal skin are the necessary things for making the magic scroll, he doesn't need high-end goods, just make zero-level spell scrolls, ordinary runes, the blood of first-order demonic beasts, and the hides of fierce beasts, there is no need to go to those large material stores.

Roland turned around, he walked into a relatively remote and deserted material sales store, as soon as he entered the door, a neatly dressed, pretty girl, greeted him, making him slightly stunned.

This was different from what he had imagined, he thought that only the older people would stay in such a remote and deserted store, killing the little time he had left.

"What do you need to buy, sir?"

The girl's crisp voice came, making the slightly stunned Roland react, he smiled and said, "Ordinary talismans, the blood of first-order demonic beasts, and polished fierce beast skins. ”

The girl frowned, turned to the back of the store and shouted, "Grandpa, there is a guest coming, you come out quickly!" ”

After a while, an old man dressed plainly turned out from the back of the shop, and the girl greeted him and whispered a few words before turning and leaving.

The old man glanced at Roland, who was dressed in coarse cloth, from a distance, and finally fixed his gaze on his feet, the pair of animal skin boots sewn by Belera, and a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.

"You're going to buy the materials to make the spell scroll?" The old man slowly came to Roland's eyes and asked.

Roland smiled, did not speak, but overflowed his spiritual power for a moment, he knew that sometimes, he had to show some of his strength in order to be able to get the attention and respect of others.

"Oh, I see." The old man's face twitched, and a glint flashed in his eyes, and then it became dim and cloudy, and he said politely: "Honorable guest, please come with me!" ”

"Hmm!" Roland nodded slightly, without the slightest fluctuation in the expression on his face, and followed the old man towards the back of the shop.

Walking into a small room at the back of the store, Roland slowly sat down at a table, and took the teacup handed by the girl, he said slowly: "I just need, the materials for making the zero-level spell scroll, the cheaper the better." ”

He positions himself as a beginner who needs a lot of magic materials to practice, so that it is more in line with his age, and what he wears, will not attract the attention of others, and will also omit some unnecessary troubles.

"The materials can be cheap, but the spell scrolls you have made must be sold to our shop."

The old man pondered for a moment, put forward his own conditions, and continued: "Your Excellency, please rest assured, I will buy the selling price of the spell scroll according to the market price, and if the quality is good, the price can increase by one to two percent." ”

"Okay, in addition to the magic materials, buy another five days' worth of spiritual food." Roland readily agreed.

Spiritual food is a kind of compressed food made of demonic beast meat, blood-replenishing herbs, and a small amount of spirit stone powder.

Its small size, light weight, and long storage time can ensure the nutrition required by cultivators, and it is a necessary ration for long-distance travel or retreat cultivation, and of course, the price of spiritual food is not cheap.

When Roland was in the imperial capital, he knew the amount of spiritual food in a day, and it took a gold coin to buy it, and ordinary cultivators couldn't afford to eat it at all.

Soon after, Roland left the material shop with the old man's kind voice, with an extra large backpack in his hand and forty gold coins missing from his arms, which was almost all he and Belella's possessions.

Returning to the gate of the city by the same route, and having paid the fare of fifty copper coins, he boarded a carriage and, after about a quarter of an hour, galloped away with him and seven other passengers.

The clouds on the horizon were burned red by the setting sun, and in the evening, a wide carriage slowly galloped into the saddle town.

As soon as Roland got out of the car, he saw the somewhat anxious figure in front of the fence courtyard, and his heart was suddenly full of warmth.

"Auntie, I'm back!"

With a loud shout, he walked over quickly, and after some concerned inquiry, the two walked slowly into the small courtyard, he simply washed the dust on his face, and then sat down at the wooden table in the courtyard, and began to eat the meat of the wolf king.

After dinner, Roland specially told Belella and Little Lori not to disturb his cultivation at night, so he returned to the hut and after checking that it was correct, he poured his battle qi into the golden wheel of time and space...

This time, he controlled the landing point of the teleportation, and came directly to the ancient shrine, and when the dizziness in his brain dissipated, he carried a large backpack, came to the front of the confession, slowly sat down cross-legged, and quickly entered the state of cultivation.

Two hours passed, Roland stood up energetically, moved his muscles and bones, and then took out a pen and a roll of paper from his backpack, spread the paper on the confession, and sketched the zero-level spell model that he had already thought of.

In the previous palace, he didn't care about making zero-level spell scrolls at all, not to mention wasting time, and he couldn't sell them for a price, but now it's different from before, and the conditions don't allow him to make high-level spell scrolls.