Thousands of miles away from the Sanyang Sect, the peak of a mountain, which is more than a thousand zhang high, is shrouded in thick and muddy clouds all year round.

A gray-robed man with a wooden face rushed to this place in the dust. He looked at the highest point of the cliff in front of him, lifted his breath and tapped his toes, and his body shot like a swallow to the height of the mountain. After several ups and downs, the gray-robed man had already reached the highest point of the mountain. He reached out and tapped the white air shield in front of him. The air shield shattered like glass, revealing a portal that could accommodate one person. The gray-robed man didn't wait to check it, and went directly into it.

In the bustling square ahead, several people glanced at the gray-robed man, but they didn't deliberately pay attention to him. He glanced down at the gray robe he was wearing, and his eyes showed satisfaction. This is the Fang market, which is spontaneously organized by scattered cultivation. The city is in good order, and it is said that there are three masters of scattered cultivation in the late Kaiyuan Realm who sit here all year round.

Anyone who enters the Fang Market only needs to pay a certain amount of yuan stone according to the amount of money obtained from the sale. Cultivators who buy things don't have to pay anything. Because of this, the city is famous in the Black Python State. Sect cultivators from near and far and nearby cultivators are willing to come here to find some needs, and of course they will also deal with some inconvenient things.

The gray-robed man is Yi Hao in disguise. The disguise technique, which Yi Hao obtained from the head of Chu's teachings, is a low-level secret art. When this technique is practiced to its fullest, the practitioner can change his form by shifting his bones and changing his form, and he can transform into another person's appearance. Yi Hao has practiced a little, and he can become fat and thin at will. For him at the moment, it is enough to use.

Yi Hao walked quickly to an open space and poured out a large pile of items from the storage bag and placed them on the ground. There are a wide variety of items, including pills, herbs, refining ores, half-element tools, etc., which are also mixed with some items of the Demon Dao. All of these things were low-level, and he obtained them from the people who had cut off the Soul Sect.

He still had a lot of good things in his storage bag, but he didn't sell any of them. He didn't want to be suspected, or even lose his life in vain. After all, out of Fang City, no one can guarantee what will happen.

Soon, a cultivator from the Refining Yuan Realm came to inquire about the price. After a while, the man departed with a beaming face. Subsequently, people came one after another. The items sold at Yihao's booth are relatively cheap, and there are discounts for those who buy large quantities. In just a quarter of an hour, his stall was sold out.

Yi Hao got up and walked to the only house here. Behind the counter in the room, there sat an old man with white hair and yellow eyebrows. According to others, this person is one of the three scattered cultivators in the Initiating Fang City, and his person has the cultivation of the late Kaiyuan Dynasty.

Yi Hao took out ten yuan stones and handed them to the counter. The Golden Eyebrow Daoist slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at so many Yuan Stones in surprise, his sharp gaze swept towards Yi Hao.

"This person is snooping with his divine sense!" Yi Hao frowned secretly. He held his breath and remained silent, looking at the Golden Eyebrow Daoist lightly.

"Hehe, little friendly cultivation. Not bad...... Not bad! Seeing Yi Hao's unhappy expression, the Jinmei Daoist put away his senses. He got up and looked at Yi Hao, and couldn't stop admiring.

"I am ashamed of the false praise of my predecessors, I dare not be!" Yi Hao remembered the lesson of the Master of Deadwood, and did not want to have much contact with this person.

"It's even more rare for Xiaoyou to be so modest and cautious!" When Jinmei Dao heard this, he seemed to be more concerned about Yi Hao.

"Senior, the fee has been paid, and there is nothing else, so I will leave." Yi Hao clenched his fists and didn't wait for him to say anything more, and turned away.

The Golden Eyebrow Daoist didn't seem to care about Yi Hao's hurried departure. Looking at Yi Hao's departing back, his expression changed and his eyes became deep.

Yi Hao went around the city, and quickly left the city after finding that there was nothing valuable. He tightened the bag at his waist and jumped off the cliff.

In Fang Market, sell items to get 3,000 yuanshi. In the storage bag, the needle-shaped yuan weapon has been sacrificed by him, as well as the wind and thunder seal of unknown grade, as well as the fire spirit sword awarded by the sect Dabi, the peak master Wu Hongliang brought back the flying sword given to everyone, and his yuan weapon has added up to four; There are also arrays worth nearly 10,000 yuan of stones, as well as a few talismans, some refining materials and some medicinal herbs, etc., it can be said that he has gained a lot from this trip to Gongliangzhou.

Suddenly, Yi Hao, who was flying, frowned and stopped. Then he teased, and his face did not change as he sped up and swept away into the distance.

"What a witty boy!"

"However, you can't escape Dao Ye's tracking!" After Yi Hao's figure disappeared, a faint figure appeared where he stayed, looking ahead and whispering.

The man was unusually large and fat, like a round ball. He was dressed in a white robe, embroidered with a green dragon with teeth and claws that seemed to be about to rush out of the robe at any moment, and the white robe seemed to be unable to completely wrap his body. His long hair was tightly tied in a blonde bun, but some of it was scattered in the wind. There was a strong sense of ease and uninhibition in his eyes, as if no one in this world could restrain him.

When he arrived at a dense forest, Yi Hao turned east and west, and the figure suddenly disappeared.

The white-robed man paused, frowning into the depths of the woods. Suddenly, he felt as if his back was being targeted by a sharp arrow. With a helpless look on his face, he slowly turned to look.

"Friend, you've been following me for so long, I don't know what's going on?" Yi Hao looked at the fat white-robed man in front of him lightly.

The green dragon embroidered on the white-robed man's robe is lifelike and extremely expressive. The head of the green dragon is like a camel, the horns are like a deer, the eyes are like a rabbit, the ears are like a cow, the neck is like a snake, the belly is like a mirage, the scales are like a carp, the claws are like an eagle, and the palm is like a tiger. There are eighty-one scales on the back, with ninety-nine yang numbers, a beard next to the mouth, a pearl under the chin, reverse scales under the throat, and a Boshan on the head.

The vitality on this person's body looms, as if there is nothing, and the breath is fluttering. This is the only person Yi Hao has met so far who can't judge his cultivation realm, and Yi Hao's eyes are shocked.

There are two possibilities in this situation, one is that the person's cultivation is extremely high, so high that he can return to the realm of returning to the basics; There is also a kind of mastery that he has hidden cultivation.

"Friend, you look like a person?" The white-robed man didn't care about Yi Hao's surprise, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth and squinted at him.

"You're insane, aren't you? I'm just an idle person......" Yi Hao was in a hurry to return to the sect, but he was unexpectedly followed by this person, and his intentions were unknown. But this man stalked him because he was like a man. He couldn't help but be angry and blurted out a curse.

"Haha, it's interesting......" The white-robed man was not angry when he heard Yi Hao's scolding, but looked at Yi Hao with interest. His eyes were as if he had seen some strange treasure.

"You!" The eyes of the white-robed man were like needles, and Yi Hao was stared at by him as if he had been seen through, and he was uncomfortable.

"Hehe, the person who cut off the Soul Sect is you! How...... You don't admit it? The white-robed man looked at Yi Hao and laughed in a low voice.