Outside the city.

The midday sun swept unscrupulously across every inch of land outside the city, only to be stopped by the towering towers, helplessly leaving a shade under the city walls. The mottled black city walls are carved with the marks of time, like an entrenched beast, silently watching the land.

Broken Hung City, an ancient city in the southeast of Shenzhou, legend Broken Hung City was not originally called this name, but thousands of years ago there were two empires in Shenzhou at war, this city is located in the center of the battlefield, and then a country was defeated and retreated, and the surrounding cities all fell, leaving only here like a lonely goose, after the descendants recovered here, in order to commemorate, it was named "Broken Hong".

However, the thousand-year-old wind and sand have long since worn away the taste of blood and fire on Broken Hung City, and now Broken Hung City has become a place where the three religions and nine streams converge.

Ling Xian looked at the tall city wall in front of him, feeling the breath of the world that he had not seen for a long time, and he felt like he was in a different world.

"This is the largest city in the neighborhood, and several of the sects around us come here if they want to buy anything, but this is the first time I've been here. ”

Ling Xian talked to the dream tapir in his heart, and there was a hint of excitement in his words.

"There's something interesting about this city. ”

Dream Tapir was well-informed, but he was also interested in this remote city, but Ling Xian was still excited and didn't notice this.

With the hustle and bustle of the streets, the buzzing of people, and the countless treasures on display on both sides, Ling Xian was really like a countryman entering the city, and he felt strange to see everything.

Looking left and right, Ling Xian went around and around, carefully searching in front of the stalls, but the final result was a big disappointment for him.

"There's nothing good here......"

Although Ling Xian is not very old, he has read a lot of books since he was a child, and with the assistance of spiritual power, he has a unique vision in finding treasures, but he is disappointed when he turns around.

Every stall owner boasted that the items on his stall were rare in the sky and nothing on the ground, what kind of peerless artifact, it was just an ordinary iron sword, there was not even a formation pattern on it, Ling Xian even felt that he could break it with a force.

What else can increase the cultivation of five hundred years of immortal grass, Ling Xian looked even more familiar, he didn't see any rarity, but it was exactly the same as the wild grass in front of his door, if it was all immortal grass, then the Lieyan Sect could be said to be an immortal sect.

"This is a mixed place, where you can't believe anyone's words, you can only believe your own eyes. ”

Nightmare tapirs are not surprised by this kind of thing.

However, Ling Xian was not completely fruitless, and wandering around casually actually made Ling Xian touch something good.

"What is this?"

Ling Xian pretended to be casual and picked up a small medicine pod on the stall and asked.

"Good eyesight, this is the Danding handed down from ancient times, you know that Broken Hung City is the original battlefield, this Ding is what I dug out from outside the city, you look carefully at the lines on it, these are the formation patterns carved by the ancient array master." ”

The stall owner's face was full of smiles, like a blooming chrysanthemum, his voice was a little low, and with a hint of caution, as if he was telling a big secret, and the content revealed made everyone tremble.

Of course, if the tripod in Ling Xian's hand was not only three inches in size, if the pattern on the tripod was not so sloppy, as if it was like a child's clumsy graffiti, perhaps the stall owner's words could be more convincing.

"Haha, Lao Zhou, you are still blowing your tripod there, and the ancient formation pattern, I don't think you let your five-year-old son draw it. Brother Dao, let's take a look at my things, and ensure the authenticity!"

The voice of a black-faced man next to him made everyone around laugh, and the stall owner in front of Ling Xian glanced at him with a dark face, and shouted a little angrily: "What do you know, this is what I dug up from the battlefield outside the city, this is the real thing!"

The laughter next to him was louder, obviously no one believed what he said, everyone naturally knew the origin of Broken Hung City, but after all, it had been a thousand years since that war, and all the places around the city had already been dug into the ground, how could there be any treasures left behind, and no one had said that they had dug up treasures in recent decades, but without exception, they were all confirmed to be fakes, and this Danding Chang was really not convincing, so it was not surprising that no one believed it.

Ling Xian smiled, shook the Danding in his hand, and said to the stall owner, "How much is this?"

The stall owner was still sulking over there, and when he heard Ling Xian's words, he couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Sure enough, there are still people who know the goods, and I will sell them to you cheaply, and I will make you a friend for a hundred times." ”

Ling Xian stared at the stall owner for a long time, revealing a somewhat playful smile.

"This friend's price is really expensive. ”

When the stall owner heard this, the smile on his face became a little embarrassed, and he wanted to say something, but Ling Xian waved his hand to stop him.

"Forget it, I just see that it's still exquisite, and I bought it back to make an ornament for my sister. After speaking, he gently put this Danding back on the ground, turned around and wanted to leave.

The stall owner ignored the commotion of the people next to him, and hurriedly picked up the Danding from the ground, and said loudly to Ling Xian's back: "Fifty, fifty low-grade spirit stones, it can't be less, this is what I spent a lot of money to get from others......"

Seeing that the stall owner leaked his mouth, the laughter around him became louder, and the loud voice of the black-faced man next to him was even more piercing in this laughter: "I'll just say, what real things can Lao Zhou have in his hands." ”

The stall owner's mouse-like little eyes flickered, and he wanted to find some reason, but he happened to meet Ling Xian's smiling gaze, and the stall owner felt that his little thoughts seemed to be seen through by the young man in front of him who seemed to be a little immature, and he didn't dare to play any thoughts, he scolded secretly in his heart, and resigned himself to his fate: "Forget it, you tell me a price." ”

"Five lower-grade spirit stones. ”

Listening to Ling Xian's indifferent voice, the stall owner instantly became uncalm, and waved his hand again and again: "No, no, no, this is too much of a loss, no......"

After Ling Xian listened, he didn't say much, turned around and left.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Ling Xian tried his best to control his pace as usual, but he still unconsciously slowed down a little, and just when Ling Xian counted three steps and couldn't help but want to turn back, he finally waited for the voice from behind him.

"Wait, twenty, twenty spirit stones. ”