Putting aside the doubts for the time being, Zhang Zheng got up and left the cave, and the top priority was to cover up the truth that she had killed Wang Ruojin.

Knowing that Wang Ruojin came here to take care of her, and she usually only came here for two days at most before leaving, she had to erase the traces and get out of Wang Ruojin before others found out that Wang Ruojin was missing.

The wild grass outside the cave is verdant, slightly out of the way, the wildflowers that have just been planted are in full bloom, red like fire, white like clouds, set off each other, like white clouds in the clear sky, and the red sun in the clouds is half dewy and the sun is blazing.

The mountain breeze blows the snow-blue skirt, brushes the broken hair on the sideburns, and the hunt flies, Zhang Zheng can't help but open his mind and close his eyes to feel the breeze blowing on his face, as cool as rain.

The ink-colored eyes precipitated a smile, Zhang Zheng smiled, and flew away.

All the way to the hidden talisman and the water cover to hide the figure, and went straight to Wanxuanmen Mountain Xiafang City, Wanjin Building.

I haven't been to Fang Market for more than ten years, and when I come here again, there is not much change, and it is still very lively, and the crowds are like weaving.

I haven't felt such a lively atmosphere for a long time, and it is somewhat similar to the town of Xiaoqian World, but it is very different.

The town is surrounded by a stronger atmosphere of human fireworks, warm and popular, although the market is also full of people, but most of them are shops and stalls, and there are few monks who live here for a long time.

You come today, I go tomorrow, and there are thousands of changes in an instant.

Zhang Zheng didn't stop long, and went straight to the fourth floor of Wanjin Building.

Stopping a maid casually, Zhang Zheng smiled and asked, "This sister, can you please take me to the place where magic weapons are sold?" ”

The maid looked at her quietly, and when she saw that it was a disciple of the inner sect of Wanxuanmen, she bowed down and responded, "Guest, may I ask how many levels of magic weapons do you sell?" ”

"Fourth-order mid-grade."

The maid said, "Guest, please come with me." ”

Follow the maid around to the back of the fourth floor, through a bright corridor, and stand in front of a delicate nanmu door.

The maid stepped forward and knocked on the door, "Old Qin, there are guests who have come to sell magic weapons." ”

"Enter."

With the consent of the people in the room, the maid quietly pushed open the door, stepped aside, stretched out her hand to make an invitation, and said respectfully: "Guests, please come in." ”

Zhang Zheng smiled at her, stepped into the room, and the Nanmu door behind him was covered.

The snow-white gauze curtain hung down like a waterfall, and the looming figure behind the curtain was doing something at the desk, and said directly: "Put the magic weapon on the table." ”

The voice is steady, like a middle-aged man.

Zhang Zheng did so and placed the knife on the table in front of the gauze curtain.

A hand with a shark glove reached out from behind the curtain, took the knife, looked at it for a moment, and then put the knife back on the table.

"Seventy-eight thousand lower grade spirit stones."

Listening to the quotation, Zhang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the price of the fourth-order middle-grade magic weapon is generally around 100,000 lower grade spirit stones, and the price charged is not low.

As for why you don't set up a stall to sell, it's not better to sell 100,000 spirit stones directly.

First, it is inconvenient for her to show up too ostentatiously at present, and secondly, time is pressing, her sleeves are empty, and she is in a hurry to use spirit stones, which is really inappropriate to set up a stall.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zheng responded, "Okay, maybe it's now?" ”

Qin Lao bowed slightly, "Naturally." ”

The next moment, the knife was taken away and replaced by a storage bag on the table in front of her.

The lowest-level storage bag, the price is only a dozen spirit stones, at a glance, you can see that it is a large building, and I don't care about such a small amount of money.

Zhang Zheng took the storage bag with his sleeves and counted it, and there were indeed 78,000 spirit stones.

Saying goodbye to others, Zhang Zheng pushed open the door and went straight back to the front hall on the fourth floor.

Looking at other magic weapons, Zhang Zheng bought two image elimination stones in full at one time with the spirit stones he had just exchanged.

As a result, there were only 38,000 of the 78,000 lower grade spirit stones that had just arrived.

Zhang Zheng touched the storage bag distressedly, the money was not easy to come by, and the money was like flowing water.

Under the happy eyes of the shopkeeper on the fourth floor, Zhang Zheng left Wanjin Building and was in a hurry to return to the sect, but his mind was attracted by the bustle on the roadside.

"This spirit beast egg is what I fancy first, why should I let it go to you!"

Zhang Zheng fixed his eyes and saw that in front of a stall selling all kinds of spirit beast eggs, three disciples wearing the costumes of the outer gate of Wanxuanmen were arguing.

Two girls and one man, the two girls are about sixteen or seventeen years old, and the man is about the age of the crown.

The girl who had just spoken had a cute baby face and a little baby fat, and she was puffing up like a hamster.

The other woman has a beautiful appearance and a weak temperament, holding a snow-white spirit beast egg in her arms, and she should be walking with the man.

When Zhang Zheng saw the woman, he felt a sense of familiarity on his face, the dripping eyes, and the weak posture of the weak willow supporting the wind.

It's just the same as Tan Ying in disguise, and at first I almost mistook her for a sister next door, but later I realized how stupid I was.

Tan Ying is an out-and-out madman, with a mysterious identity and no trace of coming and going.

Thinking of Tan Ying's inexplicable words outside the mission hall, Zhang Zheng felt an inexplicable sense of urgency and panic.

The man leaned over slightly to block in front of the weak woman, and said with a helpless wry smile: "Lan Lan is obedient, this egg will be given to you Sister Ning Ning." ”

The baby-faced girl turned red with anger, crossed her waist with one hand, and roared vigorously: "Why! I have to give her everything, so does the family, so does the sect, what kind of thing is she! It's just a wild seed that grandpa picked up! ”

There is such a big scene, and there are really a lot of people watching the excitement on the roadside.

The weak woman's eyes turned red in an instant, and the crystal tears filled her eyes, which would not fall, as if she was holding back tears.

Her voice was sobbing, and she said timidly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have fought with my sister for the spirit beast egg, my sister wants this spirit beast egg, and my sister will give it to you." ”

said this, with her pitiful expression, if people who don't know the cause and effect see it, I'm afraid they will blame her for the arrogance and domineering of this sister in her mouth, and she doesn't understand human feelings.

The man was obviously in this category, even if he watched the whole process, he saw that he stopped the spirit beast egg handed out by the woman with one hand, and looked at the baby-faced girl with dissatisfaction and disappointment.

"Don't say it, Lan Lan, you are too jealous, we are a family, how can you say that about your sister Ning Ning!"

The baby-faced girl raised her head, her lips pursed, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed in her eyes, obviously she also felt that what she said before was too much, but she still forced her face and said: "I don't care, I found this spirit beast egg, you have to return it to me!" ”

The man looked at her and shook his head, frowned, turned around and threw a bag of spirit stones at the vendor, half-hugged the woman's shoulder, and led her straight away.

The girl's outstretched hand was spread out in the air, empty, unable to grasp anything.

"Humph......"

Zhang Zheng heard her muffled snort, turned his head and hurriedly ran away.

The onlookers gradually dispersed, Zhang Zheng also walked away, thinking that when he glanced at it, the baby-faced girl's eyes were full of tears, and she couldn't help sighing, presumably when she hid, it would be a rainstorm.