Similar to in the field, you need a satellite phone to get a signal!

After all, the sect is still in the LAN era, relying on the Great Array of Protectors, and it is not known how many years it will take to get to the 'network' of each sect and the public network of the Zhenling Domain.

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Wang Zijia thought about it and looked around the square.

It's like an ancient market, where you can set up stalls at will, because it's a fantasy world, you can make automatic stalls.

Many people gather in groups to gossip, and they can also enter the temple on the edge of the square, where there is a separate fantasy room, where small circles meet.

It is a combination of the functions of the Dao Seed Fantasy and the previous peripheral family alliance trading platform.

No, it should be said that the other two places are imitations of here.

There's even an identity hiding function here, but most of them aren't used, anyway, almost everyone knows each other, and the main thing here is not to sell things, but to expand the circle.

"Weak-crowned Daozi?"

"Weak-crowned real people?"

“······”

As soon as Wang Zijia entered the square like a market, someone around recognized him.

Wang Zijia: "······"

It's a good thing to be on the hot search because of your outstanding talent, but why can't you give a nice name!

What kind of weak crown real person is this······ It's really speechless!

Wang Zijia felt MMP in his heart, but a warm smile appeared on his face, and said, "I've seen Senior Brother Wen, I've seen Senior Sister Jingjing!" ”

Although there are hundreds of thousands of cultivators in the real realm of the sect, Wang Zijia has deliberately memorized the basic information of most people, so he can also greet strangers skillfully.

Most people don't know him well, so even if they are curious, most of them can only talk a few words.

Wang Zijia coped while strolling around the square.

He found that the various stalls in the square, whether manned or unmanned, were at least the more precious things in the real level.

This still has its own small circle, and the treasures are generally not here.

This square is mainly for the disciples of the sect to have a channel to get to know each other and give the opportunity to establish a small circle with everyone.

Setting up a stall is just to expand the business, no matter what the real monk says, he also has a bit of a status in the sect, and he can become an immortal and an ancestor in the small sect outside, and if he really wants to deal with some things, there are people who are dedicated to help.

"I've seen Uncle Baiyue!"

"I've seen Uncle Ling!"

Wang Zijiacai walked around for a while, and saw many senior brothers and sisters in the center of the square, saluting the two newly condensed figures.

Suddenly, the two Divine Monarchs appeared, and while the two of them were talking, they casually nodded slightly to the disciples around them in response.

Under the gaze of a group of disciples, he passed through the square where everyone was, and after entering the square, a temple disappeared.

After the two disappeared, the disciples returned to their normal state, and they seemed to be accustomed to this.

Wang Zijia wandered around, familiar with some strange brothers and sisters.

As a newcomer who has just arrived here, because his cultivation has improved too quickly, he has not had many social circles at the level of real people at all, so most of the senior brothers and sisters are unfamiliar to him.

In the process that Wang Zijia is familiar with, from time to time, senior brothers or sisters enter the palace behind the square in groups and disappear.

After being familiar with it for more than half an hour, Yan Qimeng's figure finally appeared in front of Wang Zijia.

"Senior Sister Yan, you're here!"

Wang Zijia showed a green smile that had not been shown for a long time, and with his handsome face, he looked like a legendary little milk dog.

Yan Qimeng didn't have the same attitude as before, but said quite kindly: "How is it, are you familiar with it?" ”

Wang Zijia shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Senior sister, you also know that because of the lower realm, my entire sect communication circle has stayed in the realm of Dao Illusion, and now for all of you senior brothers and sisters, all of them stop at the basic information of the sect. ”

"It's okay, if you have more time to go around, you will be familiar with everything." Yan Qimeng's casual words beckoned Wang Zijia and said, "Let's go, senior sister will take you to the circle of our faction." ”

When Wang Zijia heard this, he immediately followed.

While the two of them were talking, they walked through the square and came to the temple area behind the square.

As he stepped into a hall, Wang Zijia once again felt the fluctuation of the aura of illusion.

······

By the time he came to his senses, he had already changed places.

From the square with a large number of people, I came to a rockery-like garden.

The surroundings look very elegant, just like a garden commonly used in ancient garden poetry.

In the center of the garden, the core area surrounded by rockery and flowing water, there is a huge octagonal pavilion similar to the Taoist illusion.

There are no walls on all sides, and several carved jade pillars stand. Because the pavilion is relatively large, the octagonal pavilion is a bit like a hall.

At this moment, in the octagonal pavilion, there are already many people discussing something.

Wang Zijia is strange that this place is obviously a fantasy, but ······ The scenery around him gave him a very real feeling.

"Guys, look who I've brought!"

Yan Qimeng took Wang Zijia with him, and when Wang Zijia looked at the illusion in confusion, he had already passed through the tortuous gravel road, came to everyone, and roared like a meritorious.

There were already dozens of people in the pavilion, and when they heard Yan Qimeng's words, they all looked over.

"Haha, it turned out that the weak crown Daozi is here!"

"Lord Wang, hurry up, everyone was talking about you just now!"

"That's right, let's tell you about your experience in the Qinglian Realm, it's not uncommon to go to the Nether Realm. But there aren't many people in the small world who have such a change in cultivation. ”

"It's not, it's good to say a lot of things that haven't been cultivated as regression, and it's like a barren world in the world below!"

“······”

Wang Zijia was surrounded by a group of senior brothers and sisters and talked enthusiastically.

Among these people, Wang Zijia actually found many acquaintances!

Gu Yuebai, the president of the dormitory, Gu Wenhe, who worked in the Flying Ascension Palace, and even Luo Cheng, who once saved him, and so on.

When he was weak before, he knew and befriended several real people, but they were all in this small circle.

Of course, this is not a coincidence, since Wang Zijia entered the eyes of some people, he began to have a label, and naturally there was a faction.

And those who can befriend him as a boy and during the sacrificial wine period, or take care of him a little, can only be in a big faction.

So the people who take care of him are here, and that is a kind of inevitability. Because Wang Zijia can only contact the high-level of this circle!

And this party is not full of real people, it is said that there are more than a dozen gods, but they don't come often.

"Hello Senior Brother Luo, I haven't had time to thank Senior Brother for my help at the beginning!" Wang Zijia first saluted Luo Cheng respectfully.

"Hey, don't say that. At that time, there was no shot, and it was only a matter of time before you rescued those babies, and they should thank you. Luo Cheng replied with a laugh.

"You want your brothers, friends and brothers to go down and talk slowly, first tell you about the specific situation of the Qinglian Realm, if it's good, when the anchor is set, let's send some disciples down together."

"Why, do you really think that the lord of the king's vein is a real person who is lucky enough to walk shit?"

"Senior Brother Gu, look at what you said, don't I want to see if those babies at home have a chance!"

“······”

Wang Zijia took some youthful youth and chatted with everyone.

A few people who were familiar with him, especially Yan Qimeng and a few senior brothers of the Gu family, would always introduce him carefully from time to time.

Let him slowly have a certain understanding of the inner door circle.

During the chat, Wang Zijia also discovered something, the environment here is not a condensed phantom array, but a real scene!

This is actually a special place for gatherings on the Houde Peak of the Inner Gate, and the illusory thing is just these people, and there are even several senior brothers, who are still real people.

That is, they are completely virtual reality hybrid interactions at the moment!

This is convenient for disciples in various parts of the sect to contact their feelings at any time, and it is specially built.

I have to say that Wan Yuzong is really powerful!

The phantom array function of the Sect Protector Array alone has played out flowers.

······

After chatting for more than a quarter of an hour, the crowd moved on to the second and final stage of the party: trading.

Cultivators gather in circles and trade this thing, which can never be missing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you know, I went to the Moon Demon Cliff, the Longyuan Swamp War Zone. The battle form here has intensified a bit in the past few days, and the demon cubs have become more and more rampant. I want to ask for a life-saving thing, the best of the law retreat, the minimum requirements, at least those who can escape in the hands of the infant god god, the price is negotiable. ”

The first one to open his mouth was to buy a four-grade high-quality escape spiritual object, which made Wang Zijia fully realize what a high-end party is.

"Senior Brother Guan, I have a talisman treasure here, breaking the sky and escaping the law, the farthest can escape thousands of miles at a time, as long as the Divine Monarch does not escape from the infant god and breaks the sky to hunt down, he can definitely only eat ashes."

"How many times can you use it?"

"I've only used it once, and I can use it five or six times if I save it, and I guess I can use it three times if the limit is thousands of miles away."

"What price does Senior Brother Changlong plan to offer?"

"How about 900,000 Dao Gong?"

"It's a little expensive!"

"You can give a few hundred merits!"

"Get out!"

“······”

Listening to them open and close their mouths about millions of magic money, hundreds of thousands of Dao Gong, or hundreds or thousands of merits, Wang Zijia's eggs hurt for a while.

He brought a lot of spiritual objects from the Nether, but counting the garbage that Min Xin sold yesterday, as well as some of the fine products left behind, it would be more than one million magic money.

That's good, it's only enough for this group of people to trade once!

That's right, these people are hundreds of years of accumulation at every turn, and there is a big family to support them, Wang Zijia wants to rely on one person, and he will catch up with him in three or two years······ The big plug-in is also difficult.

"Produce a Inheritance Artifact!"

Wang Zijia was in his thoughts, and another thing stunned him, this thing can come out???

Isn't this just selling a real person's place!

(End of chapter)