The material of the wooden cow is just a red willow tree that is more than 100 years old, and the runes on it are also simple and abnormal.

If I wanted, I could gather some timber in the mountains and make a thousand eight hundred.

But the Bone Spirit Horse is too ostentatious, and we need a stupid thing to hide our strength when we first arrive.

I pretended to be an idiot in the cultivation world, "Good things, how much money I bought."

The lanky-faced man laughed, "Brother, you're so interesting, how can you trade money with us here."

"If you like it, give me ten spirit stones."

Ten spirit stones are enough to buy this guy's life, and he obviously treats me as a big wrongdoer.

That's what I wanted, so I took out my backpack from the trunk of the car and took out a golden light talisman, "I only have this, can you change it?"

Taoist golden light charms, the value is the craftsmanship, the material is extraordinarily cheap, for me it is similar to toilet paper.

I don't lose money by exchanging toilet paper for broken wood.

The lanky-faced man was overjoyed, "The golden light talisman of Dragon and Tiger Mountain? What a good thing!"

He put the charm on the tip of his nose and sniffed it on the tip of his nose for a moment before putting it in his storage bag.

"Little brother, my name is Mu Tuo, and I'm the biggest stall owner here."

"Do you have any magic weapons, weapons, or herbs that you lack, I have everything here."

Murphy got impatient, "Get out of here!"

Muto seemed to be a little afraid of Murphy, so he honestly stepped aside, and didn't forget to glance at me, "Little brother, if you need to remember to come to me!"

I ignored it, and injected a spiritual power into the wooden cow's body, and the three of them sat in a row, swaying into the valley.

Sun Mingjin scolded and said, "Big brother, I don't think that kid is like a good thing."

"It's not a good thing."

I explained, "He set up a stall at the entrance to the valley, presumably to trap and kill people who had entered the valley."

"If I was really a rookie just now, when Mu Tuo came forward to peddle it, he would immediately drop the *** and loot the property."

"Because he is not in the valley, the rules set by Qingfeng Zi can't control him."

Sun Mingjin suddenly realized, and then said hatefully: "It's a pity that I can't reveal my identity, otherwise I will definitely kill this bastard with an axe!"

Mutuo should be in the middle stage of the mountain dwelling Taoist, and his cultivation is almost the same as ours.

The gold content of combat effectiveness is probably equivalent to that of wild wolves and teddies, both of which are canines, but they are not at the same level at all.

Sun Mingjin slashed Mu Tuo to death with an axe, which is really not an exaggeration.

Entering the valley, I was somewhat shocked to find that this place was not the same as I imagined the scene of wolves and dangers.

Jiashankou is the southeast of Qishan, an area with abundant rain, which is covered with dense vegetation, coupled with the peculiar topography, quite a bit of small bridges and flowing water.

Some people cut down wood to build houses, planted flowers in front of the door, and led a canal to flow slowly.

Even when digging a cave, a stone gate was installed.

In their respective courtyards, strong or weak are protected by formations, and various colors of light are lit up, making the valley fantastic and magnificent.

On both sides of the road into the mountain are smooth bluestone slabs.

People spread a piece of cloth on top of it and put things on it that need to be traded, and people close their eyes and meditate cross-legged.

The quiet and peaceful atmosphere here is a bit beyond imagination......

The three of them rode wooden oxen, staggering in the center, and from time to time curious eyes came over, which made us really a little embarrassed.

I have made a rough estimate that there are at least five hundred monks living in the valley.

It's really strange, where are there so many outlaws!?

And...... Many of the people who set up stalls here are not outlaws, and there are even some people whose strength is only immortal Taoists.

A person like this, once he enters the tomb of Marquis Zhuge Wu, is equivalent to pronouncing a death notice.

What's going on in their heads?