Your practice is peculiar, there are not many sects suitable for you in Bihai Lingzhou, and the most suitable one near here is Liuyan Valley, a refining sect. This token, left by my elders, can't get you started, but it can also give you the opportunity to take the introductory test, which may help you. ”

Zhao Feng took the token, glanced at Yu Wanqing, and nodded to leave.

"Where are you going?" Yu Wanqing asked suddenly.

"North."

"The north is an endless sea of sand, what are you going to do?"

"Do you know what this place is?" Zhao Feng asked in surprise.

"Of course, just now I saw that there is white grass on the ground, this is something unique to the Mohe Wasteland, you should go east, there is a river there, and you can find Fang Market along the river."

"What about you?"

"I have somewhere else to go, so you don't care."

Zhao Feng stared at her a few more times, so he had to take off into the air and fly towards the east.

Yu Wanqing stood there, staring at Zhao Feng disappearing into the sky, before she said to herself: "It would be great if life was free for the first time, but unfortunately, you have your responsibilities, and I also have mine, it is destined to be empty." With that, he turned into a yellow light and headed south.

Zhao Feng trekked for two days before he came to a very large city. In the Eastern Five Continents, it is common for monks to live together with mortals, but in Bihai Lingzhou, most of the monks are concentrated in the Fang Market, and most of the Fang City is built in the territory where the spiritual energy is relatively abundant.

Zhao Feng didn't take much effort to find the Fang City, this Fang City stood in the middle of the downtown so majestically, the two guards stood at the door, Zhao Feng stimulated his aura, and entered the Fang City in the guard's reverent eyes.

There were very few people in the middle of Fangshi, so I found a teahouse where monks gathered, found a seat and sat down, and began to listen to the surrounding discussions.

Unexpectedly, what Zhao Feng heard the most was actually the rumor of Sha Lu. Some people say that the beast crystals on the sand and land can be seen everywhere, and those who go have made a fortune, some people say that the strange lake of the sand and land is the abyss of weak water, and there are rare spiritual treasures in it, and some people say that the giant tree on the edge of the sand and land monster lake is the legendary sacred tree, and there are traces of the divine bird inhabiting. Of course, the most rumored is the huge stone hall, which is rumored to have been built by ancient monks, and there are countless heavenly and earthly treasures inside.

All in all, there are different opinions, and there is no consensus, which makes Zhao Feng a little puzzled for a while, but he didn't expect that the monk also likes to spread false rumors so much, and even a dead place is so bizarre.

Zhao Feng saw a clever shopkeeper, and threw a quick gold to him, and the shopkeeper immediately nodded and asked, "My lord, what do you command, the little ones don't dare to say that they know everything, at least they can know eighty." ”

"I'm going to the Silent Sand Country, I don't know which sect has a flying boat?" Bihai Lingzhou is not as good as the East Five Continents, there are many monks here, and the flying boat and teleportation array are also common, but, relatively speaking, the teleportation array is much more expensive, not to mention that you have to pay a lot of money when you enter the formation, and you have to have some blood when you go out of the formation. Unless it is urgent, ordinary monks will not choose the teleportation array.

"Ouch, my lord, you asked, now the flying boat tickets in the Lonely Sand Country are very tight, and the small ones happen to know that a flying boat is going to take off today, do you want to book tickets?"

"Tight? How can the routes of the Lonely Sand Country be in demand? ”

"Oh, feelings, my lord, you just got here? Don't you know, these days, there are too many adults going to Shalu, and the route of the Mengfeng Empire is hard to find, and now, many adults have changed to take the route of the Lonely Sand Country, although it is farther to Shalu, but the flying boat is still easier to find, I heard that the route to Shalu is also full. The shopkeeper was actually a little proud.

This lonely sand country is a small border country in the Bihai Lingzhou, because it is full of deserts, and it happens to be sandwiched between the two great empires of the Mengfeng Empire and the Hanhai Empire, as an isolation zone, which can exist for a long time.

Zhao Feng nodded, this is very in line with the results of his observation, almost everyone is discussing the matter of flying north, looking at the listless appearance of the shopkeeper, this business is only afraid that it is not as good as before.

Zhao Feng didn't want to delay in the end, so he had to settle down a cabin, and the shopkeeper couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly ran to report to the shopkeeper.

It didn't take long for the owner to come to the reception in person, and the price was even more impressive, and there was no room for counteroffer. Zhao Feng was in a hurry to set off, so he had to pay the spirit stone and get a token.

With the token in hand, Zhao Feng immediately got up and rushed to the take-off point outside the city. On top of a verdant hill outside the city, a slightly old flying boat docked at the top of the mountain.

Zhao Feng boarded the spirit boat and saw that the spirit boat was full of people, and even there were monks sitting cross-legged on the deck.

The steward on the ship beckoned Zhao Feng to follow, but he didn't expect that the third-class ticket that Zhao Feng bought at a great price was actually just a small cabin that could only accommodate him, and even the formation was flickering, and it looked like it would be destroyed at any time.

It's a pity, depending on the congestion on the ship, this small cabin is only a good treatment.

When the flying boat took off, Zhao Feng felt a wave of shaking, which was very far from the flying boat of Wandaomen, and he didn't know if it would fall apart in mid-air.

After taking off, he found that the aura on the ship was very messy, and he was afraid that there was no entry in cultivation, so Zhao Feng simply lay down and fell asleep.

In the early morning of the second day, when Zhao Feng walked on the deck, he heard a noisy voice, "Iron Boss, you are doomed this time!" ”

"Little thief, if you lose, please all drink, you can drive!"

"Open! Open! Open!! "A group of people next to you, you follow and coax.

Zhao Feng was tall, and he glanced inside, but he didn't expect that there were still people gambling on this flying boat.

There are many ways to gamble in the spiritual world, but the most common one is dice. This dice is different from the mortal world, this thing has twenty sides, each side has a different number of points, and then use the material to isolate the divine consciousness to make a dice cup, what points can be shaken, it does require a certain means.

"Fight!" I saw a guy with a meaty face make up his mind and gently move the dice cup away.

"14, 16, 15, 45!"

"Lost, lost!" A lot of people immediately started clamoring.

A yellow-skinned Linghai Realm Mai man got up and said, "The one surnamed Lin has won again, are you convinced this time?" ”

The meaty guy twitched and asked, "Iron Boss, you must have done it, and you won ten times in a row!" ”

"Willing to gamble and lose, what, do you want to regret it?" In the middle of a few words, the two of them were about to make a move.

A gray-clothed monk hurriedly jumped out of the cabin and shouted: "On the spirit boat, it is forbidden to fight, otherwise you will get off the ship!" ”

The big man in sackcloth obviously didn't want to get off the boat, and seeing that several people glared at each other fiercely, and finally dispersed, the iron boss ran to the back deck and actually started again.

The next day, Zhao Feng came out to breathe, and then saw that the big man in sackcloth Iron Boss was gambling, and there was still a circle of people around, Zhao Feng couldn't help but chuckle, on this flying boat, most people are practicing hard, only this Iron Boss seems to be gambling all day long, and he doesn't see cultivation at all, I really don't know how this person's cultivation in the Spirit Sea Realm came about.

By the third day, the iron boss's business seemed to be bad.

On the fourth day, Iron Boss's gamble was already left with two or three big cats and kittens.

Zhao Feng looked at it for a while, and saw that these people shook the dice cup in a variety of ways, but no matter how they shook it, this iron boss could win eighty percent, it seems that this one is not only relying on luck, but also has real skills.

Seeing that the last gambler also lost a fine light, Zhao Feng was about to turn around and leave, but he didn't expect that the iron boss actually greeted him. "Brother, how about playing two?"

Zhao Feng looked around, he was the only one here who didn't lose the bet, obviously, this iron boss was greeting himself, Zhao Feng hurriedly waved his hand to signal that he was not involved.

"Don't go, brother, I'm one to three, you win three times, I win only one double! Good opportunity missed, this is not this store, try your luck? ”

No matter what he said, Zhao Feng still didn't go back to the cabin.

Along the way, Zhao Feng saw several flying boats of other sects from afar, among them, there were many flying spirit boats of major sects, no matter what kind of spirit boat, almost all of them were crowded with monks, which showed how much the sand and land shook the Bihai Spirit Continent.

After flying for five days and nights, the flying boat entered the territory of the Silent Sand Country. Zhao Feng looked at the endless desert from the spirit boat, stretching to the horizon, like solidified golden waves.

In the evening, the flying boat finally landed on the outskirts of the capital of the Lonely Sand Country. The capital of this lonely sand country is built around this small lake of more than ten acres in size. This small lake is located between two sand beams, giving birth to a rare greenery, and thousands of sand houses are built around the lake. Zhao Feng walked into the city, and then he felt that the city was so withered, and even the city walls had not been built.

However, the fang market in the city is very prosperous, and countless monks are bustling, I am afraid that it is a rare scene here for hundreds of years.

Zhao Feng came to Dacheng Tea House, one of the most prosperous teahouses in Fang City, and inquired with the boss about the Silent Sect and the Forgotten Daoist.

The boss rolled his eyelids after hearing this, and said loudly: "Fellow Daoist, I'm very busy here, don't joke if you have nothing to do, the Silent Sect has been extinct for decades, and the children have never heard of any Silent Sect!" ”

As soon as these words came out, there were bursts of chuckles next to him, obviously knowing this stalk.

Zhao Feng was stunned for a while, and the boss immediately made a round: "Fellow Daoist, I'm afraid that you are fooled, every year someone comes to inquire about this silent sect, and when it comes to it, they all want to ask for a heavenly opportunity, but unfortunately, no one has found it, as far as I know, this sect has long disappeared, you, don't bother." ”

Looking at the eyes of the monks around him, Zhao Feng couldn't help muttering in his heart, this is the words of the Heavenly Dao people, how could it not be? Helpless.