It seems that the last time he came to this Baitai Fang City was March 18th.

It's just that almost two years have passed.

Time flies like a white horse, suddenly.

There was some feeling in his heart, and he turned to look at Zhang Ya.

"Thank you, Deacon Zhang, this favor Fang has written down!"

Fang Yuan said solemnly, although he sold the animal skin to Baorui Pavilion in exchange for the qualification to enter the auction.

But in fact, he didn't lose money, and a lot of the spirit stones used to sell the hides were in the bag.

He thought that he could maintain this relationship in the future, such a famous store all over the immortal cultivation world still had a deep heritage.

When Zhang Ya heard this, her face was also full of smiles, and she had a good relationship with a disciple of the Immortal Sect who was full of potential, which would be beneficial to her.

As a deacon, I am naturally very busy.

Fang Yuan chatted with her for a few words, then put away the spirit stone and jade plate, and left.

……

With only a few days left before the auction to be held, and since it was getting late, the road was not safe, and Fang Yuan had no intention of returning to the sect.

So he walked around the market,

Although night falls, the flow of people on the streets is still unabated, and the night market is even more lively.

Immortal cultivators go out early and return late, so that the time at night is more sufficient, and there are more and more people gathered in the Fang Market.

This made Fang Yuan can't help but think of the 'ninety-nine-six' good fortune in his previous life, everyone was also busy during the day, and only stole half a day of leisure at night.

Before I knew it, I came to a square.

"It seems familiar, let me think about it...... Isn't this exactly where the booth where Zhang Shihao was bidding at the beginning? ”

Fang Yuan smiled freely, and memories welled up in his heart.

Two years have passed, and the place has not changed, and as far as the eye can see, it is full of stalls selling various items.

If it weren't for the original panel prompt, I'm afraid he wouldn't have come here.

You won't be able to get silver pages.

After cultivating all the way, the prompts were of great help, from the activation of the spirit body by Chiyuan Gong, to the inheritance of the exercises harvested now, Fang Yuan realized the deep meaning.

If you practice the exercises of other attributes, and the spirit body cannot be activated, then today's opportunity will have no effect at all.

It's really a peck and a drink, and there is a fixed number.

Fang Yuan's face was complicated, and he stood in the corner for a long time.

Looking at this square, some stall owners are bargaining with customers, and some stall owners are shouting and selling.

There are also some stall owners who don't say a word, and they close their eyes as if no one else is around.

Someone stepped forward to ask, but it was only a few words, I don't know if I was very confident in the items on my stall, or I didn't care about selling.

The voices one after another, the endless stream of figures, but also have a bit of the taste of the red dust.

It seems that immortal cultivators can't be otherworldly!

Fang Yuan walked slowly around the square, and when he saw his favorite items, he would also step forward to investigate.

What ancient magic weapons, ancient relics are sold in almost every house in this square.

Could it be that all these stall owners have gone to rob the graves and dig up the graves?

Will there be monks who write a tomb robbery notebook in the future to record their lives?

But even if they all have the ability to rob tombs, where did they get so many ancient monks' graves to dig for them?

So most of these items are fake.

Even if there is the real thing, it is difficult for the horror stall owners themselves to discern it.

It's all up to luck to pick up the slack!

There are also outrageous treasures of various ancestral magic weapons, which are only a few hundred years, and those that have been passed down for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years will not decay?

"What a fool to take the monk for!"

Fang Yuan had just finished sighing a second ago, and the next second he saw that someone really went up to inquire and planned to buy it.

"Well, there's a big fool!"

Looking at the various states of the world, I have a lot of thoughts and feel a sense of truth.

Cultivators, who live on high mountains, overlook the mortal dust, are also detached from human beings...... It is for the cultivation of immortals.

But that kind of immortal has less fun and emotion, and more ethereal and illusory.

Ten thousand feet of red dust, born into the world, is more real and vivid.

In a trance, I seemed to remember my past life again......

Fang Yuan forgot that he was an immortal cultivator at this moment, just like a mortal in the world.

Linger on the stalls and haggle with the stall owners.

Half an hour later,

Fang Yuan had some more gadgets in his hand that he didn't know how to use, and it didn't cost much, just a dozen or so spirit stones.

"I'm a big fool too!"

Fang Yuan had a chuckle on his face, then shook his head and turned to leave.

I can't go back after all......

Baitaifang City is located near the Extreme Yang Sect, and there are tens of thousands of low-level monks.

Mixed in the crowd, drifting with the crowd, sometimes there will be a "master" in the foundation building period.

When he encountered the monk of the foundation building period approaching him, Fang Yuan hurriedly flashed to the side to make way of the road, and waited until the master of the foundation building period walked away before continuing to move forward.

In this world, no one is equal.

People are equal when they are born, but they are not equal when they land.

Powerful people hold power, wealth.

The power of the monk belongs to himself, and the hierarchy is clear, and if the low-level monk offends the high-level monk, even if the high-level monk kills the low-level monk, no one will say anything.

Even if it is backed by the Extreme Yang Sect, it will not work.

I walked around for a long time, during which I added some talismans as a regular means.

Nowadays, it is also considered wealthy, most of them are low-grade spirit runes, and there are also more than a dozen medium-grade spirit runes.

Nearly a hundred spirit stones were spent.

These talismans were purchased at different stalls.

Fang Yuan also wanted to buy a few high-grade spirit runes, but unfortunately there were only some auxiliary ones, and there were no powerful talismans for sale.

In the end, I had no choice but to give up.

After the spirit rune reaches the top grade, it is difficult to make, especially the attack spirit rune, even if it is rarely sold in the market.

This rune is extremely simple to use, casting it much faster than a normal spell, and can be activated by injecting a trace of mana when needed, and consuming very little mana.

Therefore, it is very popular with monks, and it is good to say that the materials are not precious, and it is easy to make.

However, the production of high-grade spirit runes often does not recover the cost. Unless it is a master talisman maker, it is rarely sold.

With some regret, Fang Yuan was going to find an inn and stay in this market for a few days.

"Wangxianju, this is a good name!"

Fang Yuan came to a clean and chic inn and used two spirit stones to open a ten-day upper room.

Then I ordered some spiritual food, sat by the window, and tasted it.

Mind cultivation is also a kind of spiritual practice.

Today's Fang Yuan rarely gave birth to a trace of slackness, and planned to enjoy it.

The room is on the third floor, and you can see the downtown outside through the window,

Engraved with a soundproof formation, you can't hear the sound outside, but it's also comfortable.

"It's this person......"

Putting down the peanuts in his hand, a hint of surprise flashed in Fang Yuan's eyes, and he quickly put on a black robe and walked out of the building.

……

There was a dispute in the market, where more than a dozen people gathered around a stall.

A young man in the early stage of Qi training, it seems that he is going to attack when he sacrifices a magic weapon.

And the stall owner was calm and relaxed, looking fearless, "Everyone present come and see, the disciples of the great sect are bullying people!" ”

"If you damage the treasures on the stall, not only do you not compensate, but you also bully people and bully me, a helpless cultivator."

The stall owner obviously looked like an old fritter, and he took the lead and attracted many onlookers.

"I didn't, not my ......"

The young man is obviously not deeply involved in the world, has not experienced any scenes, and repeatedly justifies some useless words in his mouth.

"Hehe, you said you didn't do it? Then after you saw my ancestral jade pendant, why did it break into several pieces? ”

The stall owner sneered a few times and asked again and again.

"I ......"

The young man spoke a little slurred, and was speechless for a moment.

The jade pendant was cracked into several pieces with a slight force, and the thing was indeed damaged in his hand.

Naturally, there is no way to argue.

"But there is a problem with this jade pendant itself!"

The young man is dumb and eats coptis, and he can't tell if he has bitterness.

The other monks looked around, and most of them understood why.

"Young man, if it is broken, you will naturally buy it, you still have to compensate the boss."

"That's it, that's it, don't you want to bully people just because you come from a big sect?"

"Although we are casual cultivators, we are not afraid of your ......"

The onlookers-by and the surrounding stall owners coaxed the young man and put all the responsibility on him.

Others are silent and indifferent.

Some opened their mouths to speak, as if they wanted to say something, but the words still did not come out of their mouths.

In fact, they knew that the damaged jade pendant itself had been tampered with.

But so what, the people who didn't make a sound, they didn't care about themselves, they just watched the fun.

Most of the people who started the coaxing were casual cultivators, they were not easy to cultivate, some were misanthropic and vulgar, and they were jealous and resentful of the people of the sect family.

Why are these people in control of most of the resources, and they not only keep their voices down and fight for their lives in order to get a meager income to maintain their cultivation?

It's not fair!

And they often use this method to set up stalls to trap people, so it is natural to be an alliance, and at this time, they naturally want to share the same hatred and help their own people.

"Ten spirit stones for such a spiritless item?"

The boy actually knew that he had planted it this time, but the stall owner's offer was too outrageous.

A tattered jade pendant without any aura, the lion actually opened his mouth and said that he wanted fifty spirit stones.

This will be unconvincing to anyone.

Especially the unilateral partiality of passers-by, which made the teenager even more sad and understandable.

"Young man, don't talk nonsense, my jade pendant is an ancestral magic weapon, and it disappeared only after you broke the aura, as long as you have fifty spirit stones, it is already cheap for you."

The stall owner insisted that his jade pendant was a magic weapon, and it was handed down from his ancestors.

The young man was angry, so he took out the magic weapon.

Fang Yuan mingled in the crowd, watching this farce, and did not make a sound.

Although this young man was wearing the clothes of an outer disciple of the Extreme Yang Sect, he was the same as him.

But he is not the kind of person who pulls out a sword to help when the road is uneven.

This young man was pitted, and he was also stupid.

Pay for your actions yourself.

Fang Yuan didn't know him, so there was no need to stand up for him.

Besides, his target was not these two people, Fang Yuan hid in the black robe, secretly staring at a person who had just made a coax together.

This person is a middle-aged man who has cultivated the cultivation of the fifth level of qi.

"I didn't expect to meet here, it's so surprising!"

The middle-aged man who made the coaxing was none other than the man in black who chased and killed him with the charming nun back then.

At the beginning, Fang Yuan had just entered the middle stage of Qi training, and when he left Baitaifang City to return to the sect, he was chased and killed by these two people, and finally relied on spirit runes and luck to kill one person and escape.

Although he survived, he also tried his best to do his best, and he was severely injured, which can be described as nine deaths, and he was almost split into two pieces by the middle-aged man's spell at that time, and his body died from then on.

Now I didn't expect to meet this person here, it's really not that I don't report it, it's not time yet.

The argument between the two in the field has ended, and finally ended with the boy paying the stall owner twenty spirit stones.

Xu was unwilling, after the young man took out his aura, he gritted his teeth and said a cruel word, "You wait for me!" ”

After saying that, he left in a rage.

But what he didn't notice was that the stall owner gave him a look, and then someone in the crowd hurriedly left, and this person was a middle-aged man.

And the route is the direction in which the boy left.

"I'm still too young!"

Fang Yuan shook his head and followed.

……

Outside Baitaifang City, the young man walked scolding.

Born in a family, with the relationship of his family, he successfully joined the Extreme Yang Sect this year and became a glorious outer disciple.

He had a smooth journey, how could he have suffered such grievances.

So I wanted to go back immediately to find a familiar senior brother to find a field.

He didn't notice that there was a man behind him quietly following him.

The middle-aged man's name is Xu Renjie, and he is a casual cultivator, and his qualifications are pseudo-spiritual roots with four attributes.

Accidentally embarked on the path of immortals, although his qualifications were very poor, but relying on the property obtained from killing people and setting fires, he often bought pills and used various immortal cultivation resources, but he also stumbled and cultivated to the middle stage of qi refining.

A few years ago, he became a Taoist couple with a female cultivator, and the husband and wife cooperated with each other, and they had a tacit understanding.

So the ambition is even greater.

From a person from a small family who cultivates to a disciple of a large sect, as long as his cultivation is not high, he dares to make a move.

However, I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet.

Hunting geese all day long, one day will be pecked by geese.

Two years ago, when he besieged and killed a disciple of the Extreme Yang Sect, his Taoist companion was killed by this person, which became a pain in Xu Renjie's heart.

In the past two years, he has been staying in this Baitaifang City, just to take revenge.

But it's a pity that during this time, he never met the boy again.

He was unwilling, so he simply started his old job again.

Zhang Renjie acted carefully, singled out those "fat sheep" whose cultivation was weaker than him, and kept in mind the key points of "bullying the weak and fearing the hard, and the weak eating the strong".

In the past two years, he has succeeded twice, and today's young man is also a disciple of the Extreme Yang Sect, which makes him even more impatient.

At this time, he had a cruel smile on his face, and regarded this person as Fang Yuan back then.

Slowly hanging behind the young man, ready to go to the right place, to torture and kill this fat sheep.

However, the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch follows.

Fang Yuan was also ready to avenge the ambush of the year, and hung behind him.

In this way, the three of them took advantage of the moonlight, one in front of the other, and quietly left Baitaifang City.