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If the people around us are advancing day by day, but we choose to stand still, the comparison between the two is actually equivalent to admitting defeat!

Since being ignored by Qu Yun, Meng Yang's determination to become stronger has become more and more firm.

Every fang market is actually a big river and lake, and Meng Yang is determined to be more cautious, so he constantly keeps an eye on the various cultivators around him.

He pays attention to what they say, pays attention to their mannerisms, pays attention to their demeanor, and asks more questions, which is the best way to learn.

Therefore, since entering the Cultivation Saint Realm, Meng Yang has always held a learning mentality.

Whether it is to come to Fang City to see the world, or to sell elixir, in fact, it is inseparable from the original intention of learning.

The world is full of wonders, and if you are a threesome, you must have my teacher.

Seeing more, thinking more, for Meng Yang, who still feels that everything is fresh, is a learning opportunity for him to improve.

Meng Yang asked Liu San to take him to the free trading market first, and he decided to go and see what was there.

The Free Market, on the north side of Cixian Island, is lined with stalls of all sorts of strange items.

There are magic weapons, sword weapons, elixirs, elixirs, immortal materials, ores, etc., and even clothing, the bones of spirit beasts, and so on.

Meng Yang followed Liu San to wander around this self-owned market, pretending to be careless, but in fact, his eyes kept scanning the stalls on both sides, expecting something to appear that he would pay attention to.

Suddenly, Meng Yang's eyes froze, and he stopped in front of a small stall.

A black object on the stall caught his attention, for the tongs on his waist fluttered slightly when he saw it.

Walking to the stall, Meng Yang did not go directly to pick up the object, but looked at the other items first.

The stall was set up by a big black man, seeing that Meng Yang was dressed as a miscellaneous disciple, he didn't look like a rich disciple, he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and he looked listless.

Meng Yang picked up a face mask on the stall and asked, "What is this?"

The big black man said lazily: "This is a three-change mask, you can change people's faces to three different faces at will, one hundred and eighty spirit stones, no bargaining!"

Meng Yang casually picked up the palm-sized piece of scrap iron, it was this piece of scrap iron that caused the tongs to tremble, since he knew that the tongs were the first holy weapon in the fairy world, Meng Yang knew that the tongs would never tremble for no reason.

When Meng Yang picked up the piece of iron, he felt that the tongs on his waist seemed to be extremely happy.

He hurriedly pressed the tongs to stop its trembling, and asked the stall owner softly, "What is this piece of broken iron?"

"This is a friend of mine who picked it up in a fairyland, it is estimated that it is a fragment of a magic weapon, if you like it, you will get it for fifty spirit stones!" The big black man said lazily, in fact, where does he know what kind of magic weapon fragment this thing is, looking at the appearance of this miscellaneous disciple as a hillbilly, especially the broken knife on his waist, how do you see that the miscellaneous disciples of the Qinglian Gate are all poor ghosts, he simply opened his mouth to scare off this kid so as not to bother!

Who knew that Meng Yang said contemptuously in his mouth: "Even if you don't know anything about the broken iron piece, you dare to ask for fifty spirit stones!

The big black man obviously didn't expect that a three-change mask with one hundred and eighty spirit stones, a miscellaneous disciple of the Blue Lotus Sect, could afford it, so he thought for a while and agreed.

Meng Yang resisted the excitement in his heart and received the mask and the iron piece into the storage ring.

Intuitively, he knew that there was something extraordinary about that piece of iron, otherwise how could he have walked through the free market and never saw the tongs flutter again?

This walk was almost more than an hour, and Meng Yang asked Liu San, who was also following him, "Liu San, do you know the largest and most fair place to buy elixirs in Cixian Island?"

Liu Sanxin Dao is really a disciple of the Qinglian Sect, and the disciples of the sect who have elixirs for sale are not short of spirit stone flowers, seeing that Meng Yang just took out two medium-grade spirit stones at random to pay the bill, he secretly thought that if he guided this person happily, maybe he would give himself a few more spirit stones!

It turns out that the largest trading place in Cixian Island is "Vientiane Building", it can be seen from the name that it is absolutely all-inclusive, this is the trading building jointly operated by Baihumen and other large sects, which is quite famous in Cixian Island, it is the tallest building in Cixian Island, it is very easy to identify, it is just east of Cixian Island.

After hearing this, Meng Yang took out three spirit stones and handed them to Liu Sandao: "Liu San, I will walk around by myself today, so you don't have to follow me anymore." ”

Liu San happily took the spirit stone, and said in his heart, this business is extremely easy to earn, and he went with the spirit stone in his arms.

In fact, Meng Yang was by no means a reckless person, he had already thought of an idea, but he didn't expect to accidentally buy the three-change mask, which saved him a lot of thoughts.

He didn't want the people of Vientiane Tower to know his identity as a miscellaneous disciple of the Qinglian Sect.

Meng Yang first went to a ready-to-wear store to buy a black loose cultivation clothes, put away the Qinglianmen waist brand clothes on his body, and stood in front of the bronze mirror in the fitting room to try on the mask.

Meng Yang dripped a drop of blood on the thin mask, and immediately felt that there seemed to be a close connection between the mask and his spirit.

Gently covering his face, Meng Yang closed his eyes and thought, "Change!"

When I opened my eyes and looked at the bronze mirror, what appeared in the mirror was the face of a strange old man in his fifties and sixties, and the most amazing thing was that the chin on this face was covered with a black beard, which looked quite majestic.

Combined with the loose black clothes on his body, even if the current Meng Yang stood in front of Xu Yanwu, he couldn't recognize it at all.

Meng Yang tried to adjust his voice to be very low and hoarse, and then walked out of the fitting room satisfied.

In the astonishment of the garment store guys, Meng Yang walked directly to the tallest building in the southwest of Cixian Island.

After passing through several restaurants and gambling houses, and after crossing two streets, Meng Yang came to the front of Vientiane Building.

Meng Yang saw that the height of this Vientiane building was at least 30 meters, and he didn't know how many floors it was divided into, but he only saw the majestic and magnificent dragon eaves and phoenix horns full of eyes.

From time to time, all kinds of cultivators came in and out, and a young man saw Meng Yang standing in front of the building, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "This senior came to Vientiane Building, I don't know if the villain has any place to serve?"

Meng Yang, who pinched his voice, said: "The old man has no intention of passing by from this island, come and take a look, you should tell the old man first!"

This hand immediately made the guy more sure that the senior in front of him must be a master of loose cultivation, and hurriedly led Meng Yang into the building, while rushing to introduce him.

The building is divided into five floors, each of which is six metres high.

The first floor is dedicated to selling some low-level elixirs, weapons, talismans, etc., and the second floor is selling some high-level elixir spiritual materials, which are specially selected by alchemists.

The third floor is a place dedicated to the acquisition of all kinds of items, and everything is collected, as long as it is worth the money.

The fourth floor is a place dedicated to the sale of exercise cheats, and the fifth floor is a place to sell high-end items, such as high-level talismans, magic weapons, pills, and even some pills!

This was the first time Meng Yang knew that the Danfang of the original world turned out to be one of the most valuable items.

Meng Yang said indifferently: "The old man just has a batch of unused elixirs in his hand that he wants to sell, if your price can satisfy the old man, the old man will sell it to you." ”

The man hurriedly led Meng Yang up to the third floor.

It was a large hall with a quaint layout, and there was only one old man in the hall who was courteously talking to a woman in a long pink dress.

Meng Yang looked at it at a glance, and only saw the woman's graceful and exquisite curves, and only saw the silhouette.

However, he felt that there was a powerful aura on this woman's body, which was the aura of a strong person who had cultivated to a high level, and this aura was even stronger than that of Jing Wuxuan and the others, I don't know how many times!

Seeing that the guy led Meng Yang up, the old man's face changed and he said in a deep voice: "Little Si, don't you see that I am talking with Fairy Ru Yan, what's the matter?"

The little four pointed at Meng Yang and said, "Shopkeeper, this senior said that he has a batch of elixirs like a shot, you see ————"

Meng Yang's heart suddenly moved, and when he heard the word "Ru Yan", he said in his heart, could it be that this is the uncle Ru Yan of Jingwei Feng in the mouth of the medicine garden manager?

However, he was a little relieved that fortunately he had changed his clothes, and he believed that no one would recognize him, so he was not afraid.

The shopkeeper saw Meng Yang's unfamiliar face, but the breath on his body seemed to be nothing, and his heart said that this loose cultivation is good cultivation, and eighty percent of my Qingtian Realm's cultivation is not even out of his depth, and his heart was slightly cold at the moment, and he whispered to the woman in the pink skirt: "Fairy Ru Yan, let me go down and come!"

The woman in the pink skirt waved her hand lightly, sipping tea there by herself, and never turned back.

Meng Yang clenched his fists and said to the shopkeeper who came over: "The shopkeeper, I'm disturbed!"

The old man replied, "I don't know what to call you?"

Meng Yang casually recited a name: "The old man is a casual cultivator, and he is already an unknown person, just call me Tiandongzi!"

"This Tiandongzi Daoist, I don't know what kind of elixir I want to sell when I come to my Vientiane Tower?" Come on, please —————— here" The old man didn't dare to slack off and asked.

The men on one side had already prepared the fragrant tea and led Meng Yang to the other corner of the hall, where he sat down at a large table.

Meng Yang casually threw out a bundle of elixir from the ring, and the old man's face changed on the spot!

"This is the nine-headed lion grass! At least a hundred years old nine-headed lion grass! Haha, this is a rare good elixir! Where did the Taoist friends get so many hundred-year-old nine-headed lion grass?" The old man's face was surprised, he took out one from the bundle of nine-headed lion grass and kept checking it carefully, sniffing it from time to time, looking at the green fruit in the shape of nine lion heads on the top of the elixir, he was full of praise, and asked the last sentence, only then did he realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly continued: " Hehe, Daoist friends don't have to be careful, I just asked casually, I don't know how many elixirs like this Daoist friends have?

Meng Yang clearly noticed that the woman in the pink skirt trembled slightly after hearing the exclamation from the shopkeeper's mouth, and her heart moved, but she said indifferently: "To be honest, these low-level elixir old men are completely useless now, as long as you start at the price, I still have a lot!"

The old man pondered for a moment and said in a low voice: "Tiandongzi Daoyou, if it is an ordinary nine-headed lion grass under fifty years old, we have two more spirit stones on the top of Vientiane Tower, and your hundred years are very rare, so I will make my own decisions and give you ten spirit stones each?"

Meng Yang was happy in his heart, he also learned about the price of some medicinal materials through the needs of his disciples, and knew that the old man's price was very fair, originally he thought that it would be good to be able to sell seven spirit stones for one plant, and said loudly at the moment: "Refreshing, it seems that Vientiane Lou really lives up to its reputation, and the old man simply gives you all these elixirs!"

As he spoke, as if by magic, bundles of elixir were thrown from Meng Yang's storage ring onto the floor of the hall, accumulating like a mountain in the blink of an eye.

That's a third of the hall!

The old man was dumbfounded!

The guy named Xiaosi is even more completely sluggish!