The source stone workshop of the Taiwei Holy Land is not on the Taiwei Mountain, but in a giant city under the mountain.

This city covers an area of millions of miles, and it is the open commercial area of the Taiwei Holy Land, where you will not only meet the disciples of the Taiwei Holy Land, but also meet many great sect members, children of the family, and even casual cultivators who come to purchase.

Wang Xu used his magic power to transform into a sallow and middle-aged cultivator, admiring the prosperity of Taiwei City, and went to the source stone workshop in the city.

Why don't you use your original face, because the identity of the Holy Son is too troublesome, enough to attract the peeps of the Holy Land.

He came this time, but in order to make a fortune quietly, of course he quietly entered the village, and he didn't want to shoot.

"Elder, this is Taiwei City, it's really big, bigger than our sect station."

"Senior sister, junior sister, don't run around, otherwise I won't take you out next time."

"Senior sister, you see how beautiful this Zhu Hai is, you must look good when you wear it."

"Childe has a good eye, this Raven sword is a second-order divine weapon created by Master Zhao, not only has the ability to attract burden, but also has its own colored light, it is really beautiful at night, only charge you a hundred catties of source stones, you really make a lot of money."

"Don't run around, I can't afford to offend any of the people here, we have to be a man with our tail between our tails when we come here."

"Ancestor, ancestor, I want this, can you buy it for me?"

Along the way, Wang Xu saw the elder brother who was slapping his swollen face and full of fat in front of his junior sister, and also saw the timid, just like Grandma Liu's casual cultivation in the Grand View Garden, and also saw the high-spirited Taiwei disciple, the proud disciple of the family, and the disciple of the family with a proud face, which is really a variety of beings.

And just as he walked through two streets and was about to arrive at the source stone workshop, a group of people blocking the side of the road attracted his attention.

"Hong Bin, this glass lamp, but the treasure of your natural gate, your natural gate actually took it out and sold it?"

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I'm smiling..."

At the intersection, there are many people on the inner three floors and the outer three floors, which looks very lively.

Wang Xu walked up and took a look, it turned out to be a great sect called Nature Gate, selling the holy soldiers handed down by the ancestors.

"Good fellow, even the Holy Soldier has been sold!"

A person standing next to Wang Xu said.

"What do you know!"

Another person said: "This natural gate was once brilliant, and the founding patriarch of the natural sage was a loose cultivator with a divine body, and he left a huge family business along the way. It's a pity that the disciple is not filial, in the past tens of thousands of years, the natural gate has become more and more mixed, and now there is not even a emperor in the door, and the holy soldiers can't be defended if they don't sell it. ”

Although the Holy Soldiers are inferior to the Imperial Soldiers and do not have the ability to suppress the Holy Land, they are also the foundation of the survival of the Great Sect.

The Natural Gate now has the name of the Great Sect, and there is not even a fifth-order emperor under the gate, and there are no holy soldiers who can return to the sky.

I'm afraid that if the Natural Gate does not sell the holy soldiers, the puppet is not guilty and responsible, and a certain night with high wind and dark may be erased.

This is not surprising, as the so-called holy land of iron, the great religion of flowing water, once the great religion is not accepted, it is very easy to say defeat.

"The disciple is incompetent, ashamed of the ancestors, ashamed of the ancestors..."

Looking at Elder Liu Xun, who was only in the middle of the fourth order and had lost his soul, Wang Xu's understanding of the Tianwu World became a little clearer.

The holy land in the middle of the day, the great religion of the declining mountains, the family of brothers, friends and brothers, and the small sect of laughter and laughter.

There are all kinds of things, forming this colorful family, a world that he can't see in the Holy Land of the First Demon.

"Master, if we don't sell it, we will definitely work hard to cultivate, please don't sell the relics of the ancestors."

Facing the crowd of onlookers, more than a dozen disciples who followed Liu Xun burst into tears one by one.

Wang Xu stood next to him and watched quietly, looking at the crying female disciples of the Natural Gate, the elders of the Natural Gate with a weak face, and the onlookers who were not afraid of big things.

In the end, the glass lamp was sold, and the buyer was an ancestor of the emperor realm of a martial arts family, and after buying the glass lamp, he quickly left in a hurry.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, dressed in the costume of the Natural Gate, watched the holy soldier go away with tears in her eyes, as if in the years of natural disasters, the family could not afford to raise so many children, and could only watch her younger brother being given away.

Wang Xu didn't know what she was thinking, but he knew that he was afraid that the girl would never forget this scene for the rest of her life.

I can't forget what it can do, unless the Natural Gate can produce another Sage, or an invincible Saint Emperor of the same rank, the possibility of welcoming back the Holy Soldier is very small.

After watching it for a while, Wang Xu left.

He is just a spectator, and he knows very well that life is like this, after all, no one is good for a thousand days, and no flower is good for a hundred days.

"Cut, cut, small and big, make a fortune!"

In the source stone workshop of Taiwei City, there are many people, in addition to the disciples of the Taiwei Holy Land who come here to gamble on stones, there are also the sons of the elders of the Great Sect, the descendants of the family, or the wealthy scattered cultivators, and even the people of the small sects who come to see the world.

Different from the Origin Demon Holy Land, the source stones in the Taiwei Holy Land have a lower price tag, and the cheapest waste source stones have a starting price of only one or two sources, and they can afford to buy them for casual cultivation.

Why is it so cheap, because the source stones are also different, some source stones come from within 3,000 miles of the Taichu Ancient Mine, and some source stones come from 10,000 miles.

The closer it is to the core of the Taichu Ancient Mine, the higher the price of the source stone mined, and most of the source stones in the Taiwei Holy Land come from 5,000 to 10,000 li, which will naturally be much cheaper.

"Senior brother, junior sister, you can take a good look, this is the legendary source stone workshop, see it, those shelves are all source stones. That, this kind of product is a little different, one or two sources a piece, the kind of better one needs a catty source, the good quality is good, the probability of having good things is higher, and the probability of having good things is also low. ”

"Senior brother, this is too expensive, one or two sources, one or two sources are enough for me to cultivate for a year."

"Senior brother, look, someone bought a source stone just now, and that source stone costs three hundred catties of yuan, and the head of the family doesn't have such a big hand!"

When Wang Xu entered the Source Stone Workshop, there were three senior brothers and sisters from the small sect, who were blocking the door and babbling something.

Looking at their costumes, there was not even a magic circle on them, and at a glance, they knew that they were from a small place.

These people, all of them have a net worth, and if they don't get it right, they don't have a catty source, buy a few scrap source stones, cut them with a smile, and then they can go back to the sect to brag.

Hundreds of people from a sect gathered together, listening to what the three of them had seen and heard in Taiwei City with envious expressions.

If you can't get it right, even some elders who have never been far away will pretend not to care about eavesdropping, and they will feel itchy in the depths of their hearts.

They are poor, they are poor, but who can say that they are not happy?

"Sure enough, it is the source stone mined on the periphery, and at a glance, there are very few good things." Wang Xu opened an eye at the center of his eyebrows and swept through the Source Stone Workshop.

In the eye, most of the treasures sealed in the source stone were low-level elixirs of the second and third orders, and there were very few of them above the fourth order.

And just when he thought that he had gained little from this trip and might have to return empty-handed, a source stone that looked like a briquette at the bottom of the shelf in the scrap area caught his attention.

"What is this?"

Under Wang Xu's heavenly eyes, in this fist-big, briquette-like waste stone, there is a stone man with five hearts facing the sky, the size of a thumb, and crystal clear.

"Senior sister, when I came out this time, the master gave me five taels of sources, of which one or two sources were used to invite you to eat medicinal food, and we still have four taels left. In this way, you have one tael, the little six sons have one tael, and the senior brother and I have two taels, let's choose four source stones. ”

The three brothers and sisters, who couldn't afford to buy good goods, happily came to the waste rock area.

"Senior brother, how do you choose?"

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old junior sister looked at the hundred-meter-high shelves and made difficulties with countless source stones.

The person known as Senior Brother was choosing the source stone by himself, and after hearing the voice, he replied disapprerovitously: "Some masters can observe the source technique, what about us, just look at it." The source stones here are one or two, if there is a fate, there will naturally be good things in it, if there is no fate, then it should be in vain. ”

"That's it..."

The little junior sister looked at the many source stones, tilted her head and thought about it, and picked up the source stone that sealed the stone man.