[Chapter Word Count:2010 Last Updated:2015-05-0706:32:40.0]

The underground passages were crisscrossed, and Ye Chuan took the fat man Zhao Dazhi around and walked in front of the stalls.

Following the small crossbow, Ye Chuan found a few interesting gadgets one after another, picked them up and looked at them carefully, they were a bun, a small mirror, a cloak and a few flying swords.

These things are not very precious, but they are all unique. Some of the materials are rare, some are exceptionally exquisite, and some are superimposed with a unique magic circle with a quaint style, and I don't know which ancient tomb it was dug from.

Ye Chuan picked up these things and carefully observed and played with them, and then put them down and left. For those who know the goods, this is all good things, but for him, it is far from necessary.

The fat man followed, his heart getting more and more stuffy, and he nagged a few words from time to time.

Ye Chuan didn't like any of the things he liked, in his opinion, they were all gadgets that didn't have much use. On the contrary, the treasures he fancied, whether it was a dazzling flying sword or a simple and heavy armor, Ye Chuan didn't even look at it. Several times, he wanted to buy a sword and give it away, but Ye Chuan laughed it off.

I don't know how to pretend to understand!

Compared with before, there has been progress, but the seven tricks have opened six tricks, and they don't know anything!

Looking at Ye Chuan, who was walking around, the fat man Zhao Dazhi shook his head frequently. However, it is also good that you can save a lot of money.

After turning another corner, Ye Chuan suddenly stopped.

Ahead, there is a gloomy grotto. The other grottoes are cold and windy, but here it is hot, and a large stream of hot air is blowing in the distance, as if there is a pile of burning firewood in the grotto. Outside the grotto, there was a large group of people fighting for red faces, and I didn't know what kind of treasure was being sold inside.

Ye Chuan walked over, urged the Heaven Swallowing Talisman in his body, and slowly squeezed it in quietly. It's better to say it's squeezing, it's better to say it's pushing, and when the body gets closer, an invisible force gently pushes people out. Many people are at a loss and don't know how they were squeezed out. Even when Ye Chuan walked to the front, he didn't know that he had walked by, and continued to squeeze forward.

Blow the fire palm!

This is another exercise that Ye Chuan has mastered, the name is very earthy, but the power is not small. When fighting in close combat with others, the opponent is often caught off guard, and the opponent's arm can be removed lightly with a pull and a pull. It is said that this exercise was originally created by an old man who burns boilers all year round, so the name is so earthy, and even Ye Chuan doesn't know how it came about.

Walking all the way to the stall, Ye Chuan stopped, hiding the breath of the Heaven Devouring Talisman and calming the power fluctuations in his body. It seems that cultivation is unusual, and it is not as good as the many cultivators who were secretly pushed aside by him.

Unlike other grottoes, hedrons are sold here. There are not many of them, only seven or eight pieces, but the crystal clear body contains amazing power fluctuations, and it is a rare high-grade spare, no wonder it has attracted so many people.

In the wild world, people's cultivation is often inseparable from two things, elixir and spar.

Medicinal herbs can be cultivated and refined into elixirs, but spars are used for one piece less than one piece. After a long period of time, there are fewer and fewer spar mines in the wild world, and most of them are controlled by the big sects, not to mention the high-grade spars. In the market, not to mention the small quantity, most of them are low-quality low-grade spars. Therefore, as soon as a few high-grade spars appeared, they immediately attracted a large number of cultivators.

"Three thousand silver taels, I want all these spars, don't rob me of them!"

"Joke, you can't buy three thousand silver two pieces, I'll pay eight thousand!"

......

The people shouted loudly and pushed forward, but no one dared to cross the white line in front of the stalls.

Ye Chuan was secretly surprised, glanced at the spar on the ground, and then his eyes fell on the stall owner sitting cross-legged in the grotto.

It was an old man, dressed in a gray robe, with his head bowed and motionless, perhaps tired, perhaps wandering, turning a deaf ear to people's scrambles. The beard was long, dragging to the chest, but oddly enough, not the usual black nor white, but the rare fiery red. Bursts of heat came from inside the grotto, making people uncomfortable.

Ye Chuan sensed it carefully and found that this heat wave did not come from the ground, but from the body of an old man sitting on the ground with his head bowed. The latter's body seems to be a burning torch, the heat wave is becoming more and more violent, like the tide of the sea, wave after wave, and the body seems to have a red-hot magma that is about to be suppressed and erupted!

Terrible!

This is...... , the body of the burning sun!

Ye Chuan was secretly frightened in his heart, and finally understood why many cultivators who were like wolves and tigers outside did not dare to cross the white line one step.

The body of the burning sun is a classification of the body of the yang god, which is even rarer, and it is even more powerful after cultivation. Unlike ordinary cultivators, at the beginning, they refine all kinds of heavenly fire into their bodies, use the scorching flames to quench their muscles and bones, and expel the yin and cold qi of their bodies in pursuit of a pure yang body. This method has an amazing cultivation speed, but it is also very dangerous, and if you are not careful, it will spontaneously combust into ashes and scatter!

As a former great sage who covered the sky, Ye Chuan naturally understood the power of the body of the burning sun. Back then, one of his right-hand men, King Yan, was a master of cultivating the body of the hot sun, and he traveled thousands of miles away.

Two sharp eyes suddenly stared at Ye Chuan.

The old man, who had been keeping his head down and silent, suddenly raised his head and glared at Ye Chuan fiercely. Suddenly, Ye Chuan seemed to be in the middle of a fire, and the skin on his body was tingling. The old man's eyes turned out to be fiery red, and they looked extremely hideous and terrifying. In an instant, the people who were shouting for you to fight for me all fell silent, and they didn't dare to come out.

"Senior, it's me, Zhao Fatzi, this is my brother. Please also have a lot of seniors, and don't worry about the small ones. ”

The fat man reacted, dragged Ye Chuan to take a step back, carefully accompanied the smiling face, and whispered in Ye Chuan's ear: "Senior brother, you can't keep staring at others in the ghost market, have you forgotten? ”

It's him?

Ye Chuan's eyes lit up, such a character, no wonder he dared to sneak into the Xuanding Gate alone to find out the truth, and he was not afraid of that old guy Tuoba Xiong!

Ye Chuan slowly retreated, but was about to get out of the crowd and leave, when his gaze suddenly froze, looking at an item placed on the stall. A pair of eyes, slowly adding a touch of light. The fat man tugged hard, and found that Ye Chuan was nailed to the ground and didn't move at all!