Exiting from the alley, Feng Jueyu's face sank like water, and he looked at Master He for a full hour in the direction where he turned the corner and disappeared, and then found an inn in the market and landed.

With nowhere else to go, he could only choose a place like an inn to stay for the time being and make plans again.

The inn of Shaojiafang City is not in the center of Fang, but in a very far place, outside Fang City, there is a big mountain in the south, named Yunwu Mountain, all the year round the clouds and mist, steep cliffs can be seen everywhere, there are dozens of peaks in the forest, the roots are as thick as a giant pillar, straight into the cloud peak.

Although the terrain of Yunwu Mountain is dangerous, it is just used by Shaojiazhuang, and caves have been dug out in all directions of dozens of peaks, and these caves are the guest rooms of the inn, which has new ideas.

After paying a few pieces of chalcedony as accommodation fees, Feng Jueyu lived in it, and there are several six-story towers among these dozens of peaks, which are places to eat and chat, and the food inside is also full of some seafood, which is much better than the so-called white flame grade elixir.

After many years of traveling in the grand plan, Feng Jueyu has long realized that the set of the Dragon Emperor has long been outdated, in fact, it cannot be said to be outdated, but because the Dragon Emperor did not have a real unified grand plan at the beginning, his so-called set the grade of the elixir and the grade of the exercises, in fact, they are all his subjective thoughts, and they cannot represent the grand world, in the past in the periphery or even the edge of the continent, everyone listened to the words of the Dragon Emperor and worshiped him as a god, but in the inner and core areas, there are more and more people who refuse to obey the Dragon Emperor.

Especially after the Dragon Emperor disappeared from the grand world, the hundred tribes broke away from the rule of the Dragon Emperor and occupied one side, and the previous set of the Dragon Emperor was moved out again.

For example, there is no clear hierarchy of pills, but the use and value of pills indicated on the pills and scrolls handed down from the Tianyuan era are simple and clear.

For example, in the market, Feng Jueyu saw several pills, which were clearly marked when they were sold, and each pill was divided into four grades: lower, middle, upper, and best, among which the lower grade and middle grade pills were the majority, and it was easy to get their hands on them, but the top-grade pills were much more difficult.

The way to cultivate the truth, the more difficult it is to break through in the later stage, the same is true for the pill, the medium-grade pill is already a popular thing, and the top-grade pill is indeed rare and rare, as for the legendary best pill, not to mention that it has been eaten, there are few people who have seen it, and it can be seen that the water of the grand world is far deeper than what Feng Jueyu knows.

After staying in Donggufang City for a whole day, although he didn't hear any reliable news, Feng Jueyu still had some gains, and this harvest was to have a better understanding of the edge of the core of the grand world.

In the dead of night, it was the best time to practice, but in Lingjian Island, it was still singing and dancing, the lights of the big and small square cities were flashing, bright as day, as if there was no idea of closing, Feng Jueyu felt strange, and walked out to see, sure enough, there was no sign of closing the stall in the market, although there were not as many people as there were during the day, but in the inn of Shaojiazhuang where he lived, there were still people flying out of his residence, and a few ups and downs entered the market, but after walking around inside, he flew back with a few bottles in his arms.

Lingjian Island, the most lacking is a few years of retreat, decades of masters, because when cultivating, people don't know what they need, so once they are missing, they will immediately go to the market to buy, even if the savings on their bodies are spent, it doesn't matter, you can rent a stall from Shaojiazhuang, sell the useless things on your body or barter for the treasures you need.

In such a cycle, there is no reason why the skill is not refined.

Only then did Feng Jueyu realize the importance of the existence of Spirit Sword Island, which could greatly meet all the needs of the cultivators' cultivation, except for killing and fighting, anything could be exchanged and obtained, and anytime, anywhere.

I don't know if that's the case in the heartland?

Full of novelty, Feng Jueyu couldn't sleep at night, his mind was full of Master He's words, and he walked to the entrance unconsciously, glanced over his eyes, and saw the stall that caused a storm during the day, and the stall was empty at this time, thinking that the stall owner had already closed the stall, but the wind killer had an idea.

This person knows what kind of instrument the Zhuxin pen is refined by Master Lu Wang, will he also know about the winged scale fish, thinking of this, he looked around.

There is no shortage of disciples to maintain law and order in the market, these disciples are from Shaojiazhuang, Feng Jueyu found a young man in his twenties, walked over and asked, "Have you seen anyone who is setting up a stall here during the day?"

The young man glanced in the direction of his finger, not to mention, he really knew the man, the young man said: "Oh, you said that Senior Yu, he lives in the inn, but now I don't know if he is there, you can go to the inn to inquire." ”

"Thank you. Feng Jieyu was overjoyed when he heard this, and returned to the inn with a hint of luck.

Of course, he couldn't go from cave to cave to look for it, so he could only hope that the person would appear in a few restaurants without sleepiness, and use the chalcedony he had exchanged for during the day to spend time drinking.

In fact, this probability is extremely low, and only monks who do not seek progress and have no future will give up on themselves and choose to numb themselves with wine in order to comfort themselves.

After taking a turn in a few restaurants, I didn't find the stall owner I saw during the day, although I had expected that the probability was not great, but Feng Jueyu still couldn't help but be sad, so it seems that if I want to know the whereabouts of the winged scale fish, I am afraid that I have to start with the master surnamed He.

It was late at night, and Feng Jieyu didn't plan to stay in the restaurant, and was about to go back to the inn to rest, but just as he was about to leave, he saw a few people standing up in the last restaurant.

When he entered the restaurant before, his attention had been looking for the stall owner during the day, and he didn't care about the noise in the restaurant, and these few people who stood up didn't attract the attention of other drinkers, but they hurriedly walked out, and walked out of the restaurant step by step, and the person at the back didn't bother to bump into him.

Feng Jueyu frowned, and the man seemed to be aware of his recklessness, and said, "I'm sorry." ”

Then he left in a hurry.

Thinking that these people had something important to do, Feng Jueyu didn't go to his heart, it was nothing, but then, two more hurriedly left, coincidentally, after they went out, the direction was the direction where the previous three people left.

Then, the visible and lonely monks left one after another, and some chose to walk out of the restaurant in twos and threes, and after a while, there were five or six tables vacant in the restaurant, and what made Feng Jieyu wonder the most was that the direction in which these guys left was the same.

"Is something wrong?"

Feng Jueyu's heart moved, and he thought that it was okay to leave and right, so it was better to follow and take a look.

Thinking of this, he also left the restaurant, pulled up his figure and followed behind those people from a distance.

He didn't know where these people were going, he only knew that under the cover of the moonlit night, these people's speed was getting faster and faster, and when they were about to leave Shaojiafang City, they directly chose to fly blatantly.

Those monks who have partners are just that, but there are still many lone monks among them, this is late at night, you must know that the grand world is in crisis everywhere, it is not peaceful, so many people in the middle of the night, regardless of the danger to leave in the same direction, it is really a bit strange, the more Feng Jueyu thinks about it, the more wrong it is, so he has to speed up to keep up.

About three hours later, he followed everyone to a small island, which was a nameless island far away from Shaojiafang City, the island was not big, but it was full of thorns, the sky was not yet bright, and the black fog shadow shrouded the island was not large, and there was a feeling of ghostly spirit.

When they arrived at the island, they flew down one after another, and then plunged into the thorny and wild woods and disappeared, Feng Jueyu pondered for a moment, or decided to enter the island to take a look, but he was not so reckless, but turned his head and flew back, until no one saw him, then dived into the sea, borrowed the water to escape back to the island again, and changed to the earth escape technique, quietly looking for the traces of those people.

Although the island is not large, the terrain is extremely complex. The pond is not deep and there are many strange rocks everywhere, there are countless valleys, the valley bottom is interconnected, once inside, it is easy to get lost, this is completely different from the formation, the magic of nature's creation is by no means comparable to a monk, if you are not familiar with the terrain, waste time not to mention, it is easy to trap yourself here, what is more interesting is that the plants on this island seem to emit a thick mist, isolating the divine consciousness, at least with this, Feng Jueyu a monk who saw it before can not find it.

He still doesn't believe in evil and magnifies his divine sense, and usually his hearing is not good when his ears are broken.

In desperation, Feng Jueyu could only choose to be careful, drill out of the ground, and slowly find it under the cover of woods and thorns, as time passed, the sky gradually brightened, the light was no longer dim, and the field of vision began to widen, but the fog on this island was very strange, the brighter the sky, the thicker the fog, and if you looked closely, the fog on the island was mixed with some sparks as faint as dust floating around.

Mars is extremely terrifying, and when it encounters the power of the Divine Consciousness, it will burn, and then turn into more Mars, in order to cut off the power of the Divine Consciousness.

More and more bizarre wind killer footsteps paused, took a deep breath, and was suddenly shocked, it turned out that he was wrong, the fog on this island is not fog, but a terrible volcanic ash and smoke, steaming, continuous, as the sky brightens, the surrounding temperature is also constantly rising.

"Ah......h

Just when Feng Jueyu was surprised by the environment of the island, he didn't want a sharp scream to come from the front, and the Wind Killer, who had already collapsed into a string, was shocked, and quickly stopped his breath, and quickly escaped into the ground, following the direction from which the sound came.

About a hundred meters away, a slightly familiar voice came: "Hmph, follow the old man, don't see what kind of place this is?"

"This is...... Master Ho?"

Hearing this not-so-distant sound memory, Feng Jueyu's spirit lifted.