Lin Feng originally thought that the future trip would be full of hardships.

Old man Meng is carrying a heavy treasure, and there will definitely be people who will flock to snatch Chijing.

Unexpectedly, the next journey was smooth sailing, and they came to the foot of Yunmang Mountain in a few days.

The peaks of Yunmang Mountain are about the highest and steep mountains in the entire crater.

When they were still about 100 miles away from Yunmang Mountain, Lin Feng and the others felt that the sky was dark, and the light was blocked by the distant peaks.

When I got closer, I saw that Yunmang Mountain was towering into the clouds, the clouds covered the mist, and the color was rich from a distance. The roots of the mountain are paved with golden yellow, and the foot of the mountain is orange, and it turns pale green halfway up the mountain.

When Lin Feng saw it, he only felt that the sky was high and the earth was magnificent, and his mind was also a lot broader.

"Alright, I've got my place." Old man Meng looked at the mountain not far away, and said to everyone, "This is my signing, you can take it." ”

"Okay." Lin Feng accepted the list, but he didn't mean to turn around and leave, he looked at Old Man Meng, and the other party was also looking at him with a smile.

Old man Meng seemed to know what Lin Feng was thinking, he touched his rosacea nose and said with a smile: "Little guy, I know you are dissatisfied with me. Well, how about I invite you to go up and visit with us? I have an invitation and a ticket, so I can bring someone with me. ”

When Xiao San, Xu Daniu and others heard this, they were all extremely excited, and encouraged Lin Feng to agree.

In fact, Lin Feng didn't trust this old man on the one hand, but on the other hand, he was also very eager to go up. After thinking about it for a moment, he decided to say yes.

After settling everyone at the foot of the mountain to rest, especially after explaining that they had brought the cubs, Lin Feng and Old Man Meng climbed the mountain together.

Before climbing the mountain, Old Man Meng found two dirty and smelly black scarves out of nowhere.

"Around, no one here wants anyone to know who they really are." He said.

The mountain has no road, and it is as steep as a knife.

In the process of winding up along the foot of the mountain, Lin Feng, who originally felt that the mountains and forests were quiet, found that there were a lot more companions.

Every now and then, someone will rush down or rush up from the mountains and forests to walk with them.

These people were dressed in different ways and with different weapons, some of them carried long, narrow packages that exuded a fierce murderous aura; Some of them hold spears with black smoke on their heads; Others, who seem to be Pianpian scholars, are holding folding fans in their hands.

However, without exception, they all wore masks, had serious eyes, and were taciturn. Dozens of people walked together, and there was not a trace of superfluous sound.

Among them, there is one combination that stands out.

A strong man who can be one foot two or three tall, with muscle bumps coiled like a python, carries a five-year-old child on his shoulder. In his hand, he held a red snake fruit comparable to his head, and was gnawing on it with relish.

That child was the only person Lin Feng had ever seen who had never been masked.

Red lips and white teeth, long eyelashes, big eyes, white porcelain doll-like. The face is pink, and people can't help but want to pinch it.

The clear eyes, the star-like twinkling eyes, are attractive. From his dress, Lin Feng couldn't judge his gender for a while, he only felt that this child was cute and innocent.

Lin Feng quietly spread out his divine sense and sensed the surroundings.

In a short moment, he was electrocuted.

Most people are aware of the existence of the Divine Consciousness and react immediately—the spiritual powers begin to look back at the Divine Consciousness. Although this could not cause harm to Lin Feng, it would also bring unnecessary trouble.

The strength realm of these people is definitely not something that can be easily tested at his level.

Although the martial artists of the Silver Moon Continent did not know what their divine sense was, when the difference in strength was too large, the strong could easily capture this uncomfortable power fluctuation.

The strength of these people is not lower than that of the martial artist realm!

Lin Feng couldn't judge their exact realm, he only knew that it was an existence that made him feel depressed and had to look up. At least, for now.

He followed Old Man Meng, sandwiched between this group of people, and kept walking through the mountains and forests. About half an hour later, a magnificent view appeared ahead.

The mountain ahead seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and the road came to an end. Or rather, it was the beginning of another road, but it went straight down at a tricky angle.

In the midst of the clouds, the verdant green is pleasing to the eye. It was a sheep's intestine path, and the intersection was guarded by two masked men.

Everyone consciously lined up and showed their invitations and tickets to these two people.

To Lin Feng's surprise, the strength of these two people actually surpassed any of the companions.

It seems that the ghost market is not a ghost, and there is a mysterious force behind it.

Following Old Man Meng, Lin Feng passed the verification of these two people. As he swept over by their gaze, he felt as heavy as a mountain, as if he were naked, and he could be seen through at a glance.

After inspection, it seems that everyone is unanimously relieved, and someone starts to make noise.

"Giggles, Uncle Man, I want to eat that gingerbread." It's that white porcelain doll.

"Then someone has to come!" Strong man said.

Lin Feng thought that Xu Daniu's voice was already the thickest he had ever heard, but he didn't expect that compared to this strong man, it was so gentle that it was not like words.

In fact, Lin Feng also breathed a sigh of relief and began to enjoy the scenery in front of him. The road goes straight down, and below is a circular valley.

"Little one, don't run around here, we can only be in the 'people' zone, you just have to follow me. If you run wrong, I won't be able to save you. Old man Meng said.

Lin Feng nodded, walked into the valley, and sure enough, he saw a large area of tents, facing each other, forming three temporary streets.

At the end of every street hangs a huge dragon flying phoenix dancing characters, which are heaven, earth and man.

He followed Old Man Meng straight into the human area, and most of the people also came here. Only a very small part of the area has been entered, and as for the sky area, it seems to be an ornament. From beginning to end, Lin Feng didn't see a person walk there.

But Lin Feng knew that the person who could enter the transaction there must be an absolute powerhouse.

How strong? He didn't know, maybe it was the acquired martial artist realm? The spiritual pressure here was pervasive and staggered, making him, a little second-order martial artist in the Warrior Realm, faintly breathless.

Once in their respective areas, the business people start to get busy, setting up stalls, waiting for buyers, or searching for their favorite treasures.

There's a huge variety of products here, and there's everything. There is a fist-sized spirit rough stone that emits a sun-like luster. It is said that a piece of spirit stone the size of a fingernail can bring great benefits to the wielder when inlaid on a weapon - it can continuously restore spiritual power, which increases combat endurance a lot.

There is also native ironwood, which is a species that is a hundred times harder than ironwood. Usually a warrior buys it, uses it as a stake, or uses it to make a handle for a weapon.

These are really ordinary treasures, and if you take one out of it to Xingyue Auction House, it can become the treasure of its town store.

And Old Man Meng's Chijing is better than most of them. Because Chijing is aimed at a special group of alchemists, another synonym for alchemists in the Silver Moon Continent is local tyrants.

They are never short of money, and at the same time they are willing to spend it, provided they value your treasure.

Lin Feng thought that Old Man Meng couldn't wait to set up a stall and shout, but he didn't expect him to take Lin Feng all over the street, as if he was looking for someone.

Eventually, he stopped outside a tent.

(End of chapter)