The wooden buildings in the city stand on both sides of the road, and some of the stone houses that you occasionally see are those shops with larger "doors", looking at the clothes and buildings of the surrounding crowd, Zhang Fan even thought that he had returned to ancient times for a while.

According to what Zhang Fan had seen on TV before, the best way to get the news was in the inn, and he thought that there would definitely be an inn on this planet that was not a complete cultivator.

Near the bend in the center of the city, Zhang Fan found the so-called hotel, Juyun Inn. Between the two floors, the height is more than 10 meters, although it is wooden, it can be seen, but it has a kind of atmosphere.

"Objective, please, do you live in a hotel or eat." As soon as Zhang Fan entered, Xiao Er, who had a rag on his shoulder, greeted Zhang Fan with a smile.

Zhang Fan smiled and said, "Help me 'get' some wine and food." ”

"Okay, please." took Zhang Fan to an empty seat, and wiped the table and chairs very neatly, "Objective, what dishes do you want?" ”

"A pot of wine, a few side dishes." Zhang Fan said according to what he saw on TV.

"Wait a minute." Xiao Er said and left quickly.

Sitting in that Zhang Fan quietly listening to the conversation of the people around him, the business of this inn seems to be good, the dozen tables and chairs on the first floor occupy more than half, some of these people seem to be scholars and civilians, and some are burly men, and the voices of each speaker are like bronze bells.

I listened to a few words casually, but they were all trivial things in everyone's house, and they didn't help Zhang Fan at all.

"Objectively, this is the food you want." Soon, the innkeeper came with wine and food, a pot of wine and three dishes of cold dishes, two dishes of vegetarian food, and one plate of meat.

"Thank you." Looking at the 'color' of the dish in front of him, Zhang Fan couldn't recognize what kind of food it was, but it looked green and seemed to be delicious; as for the meat dish, Zhang Fan, who had rarely eaten much, couldn't help but move his index finger.

Maybe it's because Zhang Fan looks very literate, so Xiao Er prepared a very small wine cup for Zhang Fan, and Zhang Fan didn't care about it, he only drank wine three times when he was on Earth, and he wasn't very interested in this thing.

"Oops." Zhang Fan, who took a few bites of the dish, was suddenly shocked, and suddenly his face was 'revealed' bitter, "It's troublesome, just looking for news, forgetting that this is not the earth, RMB is definitely useless here." Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be depressed, could it be that he ate the overlord meal when he first arrived here?

was depressed, and suddenly a group of people walked in outside, more than a dozen big men, followed by two middle-aged men in robes and a young 'girl' in a corseted robe, just looking at the young 'girl' with a frosty face, a long black whip tied around her waist, and she looked like no one was close.

Seeing them, the shopkeeper who had been thinking about today's finances immediately trotted over, squeezed out a disgusting smile on his 'fat' face, and nodded, "Master Li, you are here, Mr. Zhou has been waiting for you on the second floor for a long time." ”

The middle-aged man standing behind the big man stood up, nodded, and said to the person behind him, "Let's go up." ”

A crowd of people crowded upstairs, and the surrounding restaurants kept staring at them as they entered, until they all walked upstairs and suddenly erupted into a noisy discussion.

"Why did the owner of Li Zhuang come here?"

"What? You don't know, I heard that the owner of Li Zhuang has been assassinated several times recently, although there is no danger to his life, but the whole villa is disturbed, and the assassin who started it seems to be a person surnamed Zhou. ”

"Huh? The assassin dared to openly appear here to meet with Master Li, isn't this looking for death? ”

"Not necessarily, I heard that the person surnamed Zhou is a monk, and he is very powerful, how can he be afraid of Li Zhuang's people."

"It turned out to be a monk, no wonder I didn't worry anymore."

The whole surrounding area is discussing the assassination of Li Zhuang, and this person seems to be a figure with a head and a face in this city, Zhang Fan understood after listening to a few words, maybe Li Zhuang's opponent bought the killer to get rid of Li Zhuang's boss, but this killer is a little arrogant, not only does he not hide anything when he kills, but he also comes out to drink after pastime, as for why Li Zhuang's people came here to talk to the murderer, it is unknown.

But Zhang Fan was in no mood to care about this, he was worried about whether he should eat the overlord meal, and suddenly heard a loud bang, and the wooden layer on his head suddenly broke a big 'hole', and a person fell straight down from above, smashing on the table where a group of people were eating, and the wine and food were splashed everywhere.

"Huh?"

Everyone shouted, scattered like birds and beasts, and after a closer look, the person who fell down seemed to be one of the big men who followed the owner of Li Zhuang up just now, but at this moment he was already in a deep coma.

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There was a thud and a sound of something being broken from upstairs.

"It's fighting, it's fighting." The people below shouted and screamed, the timid ones ran out before they even had time to give the money, and some of the daring ones had already quietly walked up the stairs to try to see some of the excitement.

The 'fat' shopkeeper squirmed his huge body and ran upstairs when someone fell, although there was some anxious expression on his face, he was not very afraid, and seemed to be used to such a scene.

Zhang Fan glanced at the people lying on the ground, looked up at the huge 'hole' again, and occasionally saw a figure flickering, and muttered softly: "Now that I leave, no one should ask me for food money." ”

Sneakily looked around, and ran out with a smoke, for fear that the embarrassing voice would sound behind him, "Objective, you haven't paid yet." Xiao Er's voice suddenly sounded, Zhang Fan's 'legs' slammed faster, but he also hated that Xiao Er, you said that there were so many people who ran out at the beginning, why didn't others call themselves? Bullying yourself as an outsider?

"It should be fine now." After making sure that the shopkeeper didn't catch up, Zhang Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the monk who returned to the Dao period was afraid that the shopkeeper would not laugh to death if he was known. "No, we still have to find a way to 'get' some money first, this monk can't live without money."

It's not very troublesome to 'get' some money, after all, there are a lot of monks here, as long as Zhang Fan takes some spars out to 'hand' over, I believe that he can't exchange a lot of money. And as long as you find the monk, you will be able to hear the news of this planet.

However, Zhang Fan is not in a hurry to inquire about the planet that can cross the tribulation, his current cultivation has not yet been promoted to the tenth order of the return path, and the merit value has not yet reached one million, with the introduction of the god and demon system, if he can't meet these two conditions, he will not descend the thunder tribulation.

On the way, I asked people, and knew that there was a shop in the west of the city that specialized in buying spars, and Zhang Fan walked very happily.

When he arrived in the city and found the largest shop, Zhang Fan didn't know what to call it, because this shop didn't explain what it was called, but Zhang Fan could already be sure that it was here, and there were some monks who came in and out of this shop.

As soon as Zhang Fan entered, someone's eyes were on him, and the old man with a childish face strode in inside, obviously also a cultivator, "This Taoist friend wants to sell spars?" ”

"Huh?" Zhang Fan paused, and then asked, "How do you know that I want to sell spars?" ”

"Hehe, because I see that you are very raw, and people who are born are born in my kind of shop, and there are seven floors of people who sell spars for money." The old man stroked his snow-white beard and laughed.

"Yes, I'm really here to sell spars, I don't know what the price is?"

"Hehe, the price is uncertain, a high-grade spar is a thousand stones, a middle-grade spar is a thousand stones, and a low-grade spar is a hundred stones. Of course, if the spar is larger or smaller, the price is still surprising. ”

Zhang Fan was stunned again, and secretly thought: This spar is still divided into upper, middle and lower grades? I don't even know it. However, he didn't show it, didn't say it to make it clear that he was a rookie, and he didn't know if he was slaughtered by someone at that time.

took out his Qiankun bag, which was full of those spars that had been saved before, as for some of the larger spars Zhang Fan left in the boardboard, which was used to charge the immortals, so naturally they would not be sold.

"Just exchange these for money, boss, you can see how much you can exchange."

"Hehe, don't worry, we won't lose you. Apprentice, calculate the price. The old man said, throwing the Qiankun bag on the counter to the side, and the man immediately began to calculate the price of the spar in the bag.

"Daoist friends will be here for a while, and we will calculate the price in a while." The old man said with a smile, someone on the side brought tea to Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan smiled and said: The service quality here is really good, you can come often in the future.

In his free time, Zhang Fan observed this shop, the internal space is very large, and the counters on both sides are placed with those jewelry made by relying on spars, but the power inside these spars is absorbed cleanly, presumably these things are sold to those ordinary people, although there is no energy inside, but the "fine" and beautiful appearance is obviously very attractive to "women".

After looking at it for a while, the old man in the shop came over with a smile, holding the Qiankun bag in his hand, "Fellow Daoist, the middle grade of your spar is a total of ten pieces, and the lower grade is three hundred kuai, and there are a total of 40,000 stone coins here, you have collected it." ”

"Thank you." Although I don't know if this old man has cheated himself, Zhang Fan still thanked him. It seems that it is necessary to distinguish the grade of the spar.

Just stepping out of the 'door', a young man suddenly came from outside, paused in front of Zhang Fan, looked up at Zhang Fan and smiled kindly, and walked out of the shop, seeing this person Zhang Fan was a little surprised, because this young man's face is really a little 'little white face', in the words he understands, it is a little handsome.

Among the monks, there is indeed no 'woman' who is not beautiful, but it seems that no man deliberately makes his face white, so it is easy to be despised, and under curiosity, Zhang Fan wants to see this person's cultivation, and when he stares, the information of this young man appears in his eyes.

"Who the hell is this man?" Zhang Fan almost called out, because he couldn't see this person's cultivation, and now with Zhang Fan's cultivation realm, the only person who can't see the cultivation is the cultivation, is this an immortal?