"Visionary. Evil Moon picked a thumbs up, "This thing is called 'Qingfu Immortal Yang', a first-order demon wood, the level is only equivalent to a heavy cultivator of Qi refining, it seems to be very vegetable, but in fact, its talent spell is an extremely rare Yuzitou spell "Mustard Seed Concealment", which can devour the surrounding space and form a mini world of its own!"

"Just it, can it devour the surrounding space?"

Chang Kaishen looked away again, and looked at this "Qingfu Immortal Poplar" very firmly. Up and down the Quartet, the cultivator is not qualified to learn and use the space spell of the prefix Yu such as "Qiankun in the sleeve" until the Jindan period, this demon tree that looks like it can't be in the stream, I didn't expect it to have such a dragging ability!

"This is called a specialization in the art industry, you don't want to measure the value of the "Qingfu Immortal Poplar" from the perspective of combat effectiveness, fighting and killing is not its strong point, its strength lies in the fact that every year of growth of the tree can swallow up the surrounding space of a mile. Now, if we slash it with a sword, hehe, we can immediately add a large piece of land in front of us. Evil Moon circled the root of the tree, first turned to the left three times, then turned to the right three times, then slapped the trunk with both hands, shouted twice to open the door, and the whole person disappeared from the spot without a trace.

Chang Kaishen also followed the cat and the tiger, circled, patted the tree, shouted to open the door, and in an instant, there was a loud sound in his ears, "Qingfu Xianyang", the creek and the rainforest were all gone, and a full of enthusiasm and crowds of bluestone streets suddenly opened up in front of him, and as far as the eye could see, the rows of cornices and horns and the whispering swallows flying low could be faintly seen in the depths of the willow shade, and the air was filled with an intoxicating sweet fragrance of Qiluo fat powder.

Chang Kaishen turned around, and there was a stone screen behind him, on which were engraved three big characters: "Huanxi Fang".

Evil Moon held a grass stalk in her mouth, and leaned half of her body against the stone screen triumphantly.

"There are a total of 24 markets in our Maha Amitayus, and the Joy Square is just one of them. As soon as she arrived here, Sister Yue's whole person radiated with unparalleled confidence: "But the old lady can assure you that the "Huanxi Fang" is definitely the coolest one in the twenty-four square markets of this gate. ”

It didn't take long for him to understand why he said that.

The more you go into the market, the pavilions and pavilions on both sides of the street are almost all singing and singing and touching silver bells and smiles. It's not just women who are leaning on the fence to laugh, Zhuang Yuanlang even sees a lot of manly husbands. What he couldn't stand the most was that these kiln sisters were not mortals, and all his grandmothers were monks.

"Look at the dazzling eyes, right?" Evil Moon laughed: "'Huanxi Fang' is the most famous gentle township in our Little Buddha Continent cultivation realm, and those monks who are good at enchanting in the room and cultivating with a combined nationality are basically gathered here. ”

"Is there any mistake? What about the self-esteem of a cultivator?"

"I knew you were going to make a fuss. Evil Moon was very unimpressed by this: "This has something to do with the monk's self-esteem. In our Buddhist family, the first of the six degrees is generosity, and "physical generosity" is also the Mahayana method from the transcendence of afflictions to the other side of enlightenment. As for those foreign monks, what they come here to play is to be promising, to collect yin and supplement yang, to climb the bow*, to rub the umbilicus, to use the square to concoct, to burn the grass to beat the ding, to enter the red lead, to refine the autumn stone, and to take women's milk. ”

"The high-sounding nonsense is used to show off with me, what do you do when you say it sounds so good, isn't it just to be a bitch?"

"In order to find inspiration to break the threshold, the game is tight. Of course, you can stand and talk now without pain in your waist, but when you see the bottleneck in the future, maybe you will also leave your nobility and coldness and obediently run here to sign a sign. Sister Yue seemed to be possessed by Nietzsche, and said a unique philosophical sentence: "What is Xiuzhen? Xiuzhen is prostitution!"

"!" Chang Kaishen was about to refute, when he suddenly caught a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

Zong Heng didn't work hard in the "Huohuan Room", and went to the "Huanxi Fang" practice stall.

The stalls set up here to sell are generally loose cultivation, wild cultivation, these hardships have no stable economic resources, today in the East Mountain to fight a demon bird, tomorrow to go to the West Mountain to dig a Ganoderma lucidum, have to be sent to the Fang City to exchange for their urgently needed materials. It is full of legends of many big white horses being replaced with whetstones, or a pin being exchanged for villas, which makes many monks who have just entered the industry and have shy pockets flock to it, but as long as you are really a little sensible, you will know that there are no genius treasures on this kind of stall that no one cares about waiting for you to discern the green.

Zhuang Yuanlang gave Evil Moon a look and walked straight to Zong Heng's stall.

The King of Heaven was wearing a moon-white robe, sitting on the ground with his eyes crossed, with a worldly accent. Beside him was a scarecrow dressed in cowhide armor, with fluorescent star spots on his body, and a layer of mercury-like ripples prohibitions on the armor, which changed from time to time to form four words: "Repair the Ritual Weapon".

The advertisement was so conspicuous that several passing monks stopped and commented in amazement about the armor made of rhinoceros skin. It's just that Zong Heng's fruit position is too low, and his face is too tender, these monks, you look at me, I look at you, and I still have some doubts.

"Fellow Daoist, do you think there is any possibility that my talisman sword will be repaired intact?" A Taoist who was as clear as a pine took out a blunt, round, and dull peachwood sword from the Hundred Treasures Bag, and looked at Zong Heng with a somewhat tentative look.

Zong Heng didn't raise his eyelids, took the peachwood sword and wiped it along the spine of the sword, and casually reported a number: "One hundred spirit sand." ”

"No problem, my Nine Yang Rune Sword was bought for a thousand spirit sand. ”

Zong Heng's fingers were like a sword, and his fingertips condensed a little starlight as dazzling true yuan, drawing a short horizontal line at the top of the sword, and the peachwood sword appeared as if it were a trick. Zong Heng penetrated the true element, and the peachwood sword spit out flames, and instantly turned into a divine weapon more than three feet long and full of flames.

"Benefit one hundred spirit sand. ”

"You just drew a line, and it's worth a hundred spirit sand?"

"Drawing a line is worth a grain of spiritual sand, and knowing where to draw a line is worth ninety-nine grains of spiritual sand. Zong Heng rubbed his fingers impatiently and motioned for him to hurry up and take out the money.

The Qing Daoist had to obediently count out a hundred spirit sand, and changed back to the peachwood sword with a snort.

The monks who were watching the excitement on the side saw Zong Heng's ability, and they all asked about the price of rhino leather armor.

"This is a armor made of Fallen rhino skin, and I have opened the thirteen-fold water curtain prohibition on it, and it is not too much to sell it for 1,300 spirit sand, right?" Zong Heng poked the armor with the tip of his sword, and the pores of the middle sword immediately erupted one mini fountain after another, breaking the tip of the sword hard.

Several customers haggled with pain on their faces, and the last one was a sturdy man with a nine-ring broadsword who made the highest bid, exchanging a bundle of yellow animal hair and a thin "shark silk dragon yarn" for rhino skin armor.

"I said, ......" Evil Moon's eyes cramped as she watched from the side: "This money-making speed is too powerful, isn't it? ”

Seeing that Zhuang Yuanlang was like a bandit, snatching the harvest from the white-clothed young man, Sister Yue was startled, and hurriedly came up to dissuade her: "Do you want to die? Fang City, you dare to rob other people's things!"

"It's fine. The beautiful young man in white lifted his eyelids and glanced lazily at the evil moon, the majestic and heroic posture of this thing and the throat that smacked to the bones could not help but attract attention.

"What is this thing?" Zhuang Yuanlang held the bundle of golden needle beast hair in his hand, and felt the aura as pure and transparent as the spiritual sand from it.

"This is the item hair of the "Golden Retriever", the effect is the same as the spirit sand, and one hair can supplement a true element. However, "golden retrievers" are only available in the wild, and cannot be farmed like Capricorn fish. ”

"You've made a lot of money today, right?" When Chang Sang distributed all the corpses of the fallen rhino to Zong Heng in the Huangquan Realm, he didn't think that a good friend would be able to use these corpses to make a lot of money when he turned his head.

"Not much, I was just opening when you came. ”

"You saw me coming to Fang City?"

"Nonsense! As soon as you appeared, there were a few pairs of eyes on the street who didn't notice you big handsome guy. ”

Evil Moon was stunned, looked at Chang Kaishen, and then at the beautiful young man in white: "So you two know each other?" When he knew that these two were senior brothers in the same year, the whole person was stupid. Fa Ming has only been in the "Fire Raccoon Room" for two days, and he can go to the Fang Market to help others repair the magic weapons? Is it that the rookies of the Dharma characters are too capable, or are the other characters of our Maha Wuliang Palace too stupid?

I heard that the two fish heads came to the Fang Market to drink flower wine, Zong Heng first despised it, and then said that I will be counted.

So Evil Moon led the two bear children into the "Sanjiang Pavilion".

This Qinglou is the old base of the evil moon, and the familiar one opened a private room on the second floor, and ordered a bunch of drinks and food first, and before he could call a note, a very familiar figure came down from the third floor.

The prayer ceremony is still such a stinky fart, with a smug face and a look at the world.

"Is it also your senior brother?" Evil Moon found that the eyes of the two Dharma Characters pressed over, and asked tentatively.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Sister Yue was angry, "Why are you all broad! Last night, it was this bastard who called seven girls to spend the night with him, and grandma even my good friend was smashed away by him with spiritual sand!"

At this time, Qidian also found two sand pot brothers, who shook over with a spring breeze on their faces, stepped on the delicate round stool, looked at people with their nostrils, and dragged their legs.

"Did you spend the night here last night?" the senior brother couldn't help but ask him, "And ordered seven horses to roll the sheets?"

"My cave mansion is the same as Fa Ming, it has been sold, where can I spend the night if I don't come here for the night?" Qi Dian rolled his eyes: "Since you are here, of course you have to ask Niu to accompany the bed! Guess how much real yuan I earned last night?"

"How much?"

"One thousand four hundred and fifty-two true yuan!" Qi Dian proudly reported his record - "Battle in the Room" is an out-and-out zero-sum game, there must be one side is the winner and the other side is the loser, only the loss of the true yuan is good, the worst thing is to lose Yuan Zhen like the evil moon, so that there will be no return.

Chang Kaishen was dumbfounded, the root bone qualification of that flute was known as the number one in the Dharma character generation, and he had only cultivated two hundred and eighty-three true yuan in one night, and the prayer ceremony actually surpassed that flute by nearly ten times with the tonic technique!

"When did you learn the method of dual cultivation of desire and pleasure? This level is too strong, right?" Sister Yue was completely stunned, the battle in the room is the great Mahayana method of planting lotus in the fire, turning poison into wisdom, and turning the tip of the needle upside down, Maha Immeasurable Palace will not teach this skill of male and female merger and multiplication of yin to the little shrimp who is heavy on refining qi!