When I arrived in front of Guiyun Tower, I saw a big car waiting in front of the door. Of course, it was not an ordinary horse pulling the cart, but a huge half-demon beast with the surname Ge meek, the Firescale Horse.

It is said that this firescale horse is the offspring of a cross between a horse and a firescale ox, inheriting the endurance of the firescale ox and the speed of the horse, and running as fast as the wind and extremely steady, it is the most commonly used means of transportation in the general Xiuzhen family.

When Zhang Yang first heard about the origin of this firescale horse, he thought about the burly figure and irritable temper of the firescale armored cow he had seen before, and secretly wiped the sweat of the firescale horse's mother in his heart, and really didn't know how it could withstand the toss of the firescale armored cow.

"What's the matter? Isn't that Fang City in Maiji Town?" Zhang Yang asked when he saw the carriage.

"Hehe, yes, senior! Because the people who came to participate in the Fang Market were not only the local monks of Maiji Town, but also many monks from other places would also come from afar, and there were many people. Maiji Town is full of mortals, and it is really a little inconvenient, so it has always been held in Baiyun Mountain, more than fifty miles west of the city. This token is the identification of entering the market. The white butler stepped forward to explain with a smile, and at the same time handed over a wooden token, which was engraved with Zhang Yang's name.

Zhang Yang took it and nodded noncommittally.

More than 50 miles away, for him, is the distance to reach with his wings.

However, first, I don't know the specific location of Fang City, and second, the characteristics of the golden wings are too obvious, he had made a big fuss in the Heavenly Imperial Sect a few years ago, and now once his identity is exposed, it is really a little inconvenient. Therefore, it is better to take the car honestly according to the arrangement.

Lifting the curtain of the door and getting on the train, I found that there were already three or four people in the carriage, and the most eye-catching was a purple-clothed nun sitting in the innermost corner.

Zhang Yang subconsciously wanted to probe with his divine sense and take a look, but he quickly suppressed this rude thought.

Although he thinks that he has an immortal body, coupled with many means, it should be no problem to sweep through the foundation building period, however, the cultivation realm is full of hardships and dangers, and it is always right to be vigilant at all times.

The other two are inconspicuous, they are both at the level of seven or eight levels in the Qi refining period, however, looking at the distance between them, they should not be accomplices.

Zhang Yang didn't mean to say hello to these people, so he went inside and sat in another corner.

After a while, a few more people got into the car one after another.

Without exception, the first thing I saw when I came in was the blue and purple cloth repair. When a bald monk came in, he was even more speechless at the nun, but there was no further rude action under the reminder of his companion.

The carriage filled up quickly, with a total of ten people. However, because the carriage is very spacious, it does not look crowded at all, but there is plenty of room to move.

The white butler seemed to be the escort of this trip, and when he saw that everyone had arrived, he said hello, and the fire-scaled horse "Herod" neighed, and began to gallop.

Zhang Yang seemed to be an old monk sitting still, not squinting, but in fact, when everyone got on the bus, he had already judged their strength clearly.

Among these people, in addition to Zhang Yang himself, there were three other monks in the foundation building period, namely the purple-clothed woman, the bald male monk, and his companion, a gray-haired old man.

Among them, the woman in purple was a cultivator in the middle of the foundation building period, the bald male monk was in the late foundation building period, and his companion the gray-haired old man was at the peak of foundation building.

The firescale horse galloped very fast, but it was extremely smooth, and everyone was extremely quiet along the way. Only the bald monk stared at the woman in purple from time to time.

After traveling more than 20 miles, I only heard a long neighing of the fire-scaled horse "Herod", and the cart was bumped.

"Grandma's! What's going on with this car? Are you going to die?"

The bald man immediately scolded.

Looking out of the window, a pack of timberwolves ran out of nowhere, running along with the howl on both sides of the car.

If you change to an ordinary horse, I am afraid that in this case, I will be scared to weaken my feet. However, the firescale horse has the bloodline of the firescale ox, so it is naturally not afraid of this, but runs faster, and even when a timber wolf approaches, its thick hooves suddenly collapse, and it immediately tramples its brains out.

Soon, several fireballs erupted from both sides of the carriage, igniting the two nearest timberwolves, and immediately lying on the ground and howling miserably, and a few throwing knives flashed out, quickly killing more than a dozen timberwolves. But it was the white steward who waited for the shot.

Those timberwolves suffered heavy losses, and when they saw that they couldn't take advantage of anything, they slowly retreated.

The worst of the people in the car also had Qi refining period cultivation, so naturally they wouldn't be nervous about this little episode.

Half an hour before and after, I only felt that the speed of the firescale horse slowed down, but it arrived at the location.

The carriage door opened, and the white steward greeted everyone with a smile on his bun face.

"You seniors are really sorry, our firm is not doing things properly, and the seniors are disturbed on the way. ”

"Disturb a bird! A few little wolf cubs, can they still disturb the masters! But this small carriage is about to get sick, and there is no arrangement for a girl to serve the uncle!" The bald man stepped down first, his thick voice sounded, and when he said the last sentence, his eyes deliberately glanced at the purple-clothed female cultivator.

The latter immediately showed an angry expression on his face, but he only frowned, but without saying a word, he dodged forward.

"Hehe, this carriage is indeed a little cramped. Once born and twice cooked, the next time the seniors know the location, it is much more convenient for them to come by their own edgeworth. "The white steward looks like a peaceful old man.

Zhang Yang could see clearly that when the female cultivator stepped between the two trees, her figure blurred for a while and disappeared.

My heart moved, knowing that this was a formation prohibition such as the Psychedelic Great Array, but I was not nervous. After ten years of wandering in the cultivation realm, he is no longer the tender bird he was when he just crossed over.

Zhang Yang didn't talk much nonsense, he also followed and walked in.

When passing through the ban, it was obvious that the wooden token in Du's hand fluctuated, echoing the big array.

The scenery in front of me changed, but I saw that there was a huge square bustling with lively people, and there were more than 1,000 people.

This made Zhang Yang take a little surprise, Xiaomai Jizhen, a square market, can gather more than 1,000 monks, which is really rare.

The look of surprise flashed, and Zhang Yang flashed into the crowd.

It was the first time I had close communication with so many cultivators and felt the customs of the cultivation world, and I was really in a trance.

But on both sides of the road, there are stalls. The distance between the stalls is relatively long, and even some goods are surrounded by small formation prohibition protection, showing a very precious appearance.

There are so many monks, but there is no conflict in the fight, because on the outskirts of Fang City, there are two teams of guards wearing armor, all of whom have cultivation in the foundation building period.

Of course, Zhang Yang didn't think that this was the full power of Guarding Fang City. I believe that if someone dares to make trouble here, Guiyun Commercial Bank will definitely have other means.

Participating in the Fang Market for the first time, Zhang Yang was immediately attracted by the dazzling array of goods on the stall next to him.

After looking at it for a while, Zhang Yang's brows furrowed slightly.

Although there are many types of goods here, most of them are some pills, demon beast materials, etc., in terms of quality, they are indeed more precious than those placed by Guiyun Commercial Bank, but those who really sell their hearts are relatively rare.

Occasionally, some casual cultivators make a move, not only the price is extremely high, but the quality of the exercises is also very average, which cannot satisfy Zhang Yang at all.

Just when Zhang Yang thought that he was going to find nothing, suddenly, his body seemed to be summoned by something, and there was a strong throbbing.

"Hmm, what's going on? This time it doesn't seem to be Taiyin Refining Form. ”

Zhang Yang thought for a while, tried the direction, and found that the further he walked north, the stronger the sense of summoning became.

The subconscious told Zhang Yang that this didn't seem to be a bad thing, so he didn't hesitate and went on.

Walking through one stall after another, after a while, I saw a stall in front of me with a relatively good position, the stall owner was lying on the recliner with Erlang's legs crossed, looking like a beautiful and wandering appearance, which was in stark contrast to other peers around who were busy greeting guests.

As a result, although his location is good, there are really not many customers stopping in front of the stall.

Zhang Yang found that what he was strongly summoned was the existence of a gray piece of iron on the stall. It was irregular, like a fragment.

When he saw this piece of "gray iron", the corners of Zhang Yang's eyes twitched, and his heart was inexplicably excited. He didn't know what it was, but his instincts told him that it was very important to him. Because, as he approached, Zhang Yang could obviously feel that the cells in his whole body seemed to be excited to jump.

It's just an inner feeling, and from the outside, there is nothing abnormal to see.

What made Zhang Yang even happier was that looking at the random placement of the gray iron, it was obvious that the stall owner did not pay attention to it, if he planned it well, maybe he would not have to spend any cost to get it.

The corner of his eye swept over, but Zhang Yang's gaze was fixed on a low-level magic weapon in the center of the stall. It is the most worthless pure offensive magic weapon, in the shape of an umbrella, and it is said to be able to induce the power of thunder and lightning.

However, since it is positioned as a low-level magic weapon, its power is naturally quite limited.

Zhang Yang was happy that this low-level magic weapon had a small prohibition protection to prevent people from touching it at will, but the piece of "gray iron" next to it did not even have a basic prohibition, obviously in the eyes of the stall owner, its important surname was far below this low-level magic weapon.

The stall owner saw that someone was interested in his stuff and stood up with a yawn.

"Brahma Thunder Umbrella, low-level magic weapon, fifteen thousand spirit stones if you want, no bargain!"

A low-grade magic weapon with a single surname and little power needs to add 15,000 spirit stones, but it is a bit high.

(To be continued)