In the eyes of others, they have stepped into the former Tianjiang Dragon Mansion.

In Yang Yu's eyes, they have landed on an isolated island in the sea of fog.

Soon, when Yang Yu and the others stepped on the island, a figure greeted them and made a gesture towards them.

"I'm a boy under the real seat, please come with me and take a break."

The boy was polite, and he would take everyone to rest first, and Yang Yu and the others were the first to come to the food conference, and they had to wait for the arrival of other monks in the future.

Everyone responded very politely.

A hint of strangeness flashed in Yang Yu's eyes, but he still restrained his emotions and followed behind a few people, following the boy towards the island, just trying not to look at the boy walking in front.

What kind of boy is that, it is clearly a humanoid creature composed of countless armyworms entangled.

Each armyworm is the size of a finger, like a snail with its shell removed, densely entangled together, and at a glance it can make people's scalp tingle and hair stand on end.

And it's not just this boy in front of him, the more he goes, the more "people" he sees, they seem to be performing their duties, and they don't approach Yang Yu at will.

There are also humans, many of whom look very normal, but there are still some strange creatures that make people feel extremely uncomfortable.

And on this island surrounded by dense fog, Yang Yu looked around, and everywhere he could see the bones of the creatures scattered on the ground, and he didn't know what kind of creatures they were.

Some only have a skeleton left, some still have a little carrion hanging on them, some are as tall as mountain rocks, and some are as small as basins, and even attract many birds to compete for food, regardless of the movement of people around them.

In the occasional breeze, there was even a rather pungent smell of decay.

But all this, the few people beside him turned a deaf ear, they had been completely closed by the phantom insect corpse, and fell into another illusion, they could only see the rumored beauty of the Tianjiang Dragon Mansion, and could not see the grotesque and evil white bones on the isolated island.

However, although everything on the entire island looked extremely weird, it didn't make Yang Yu feel any danger for the time being, he was like an unknown and unfamiliar person, quietly watching all this.

The group followed the Stickworm Boy all the way and was eventually taken to a cave on the island, which was decorated with lights and cleaned, and there was nothing strange about it.

Seeing this scene, Yang Yu had no choice but to sit down with a few people, until the armyworm boy appeared again, bringing a pot of tea and a few cups.

Yang Yu took advantage of the fact that others were not paying attention, and tasted the tea with his fingers without a trace, but there was no prompt popping up in front of him, indicating that it was just ordinary tea, so he put his mind at ease.

The wait is a little longer.

Panshi's injuries had not yet healed, so he took this opportunity to meditate and recuperate.

Panyu didn't know what she was thinking, and showed a smirk expression from time to time, Yang Yu suspected that she might be knocking CP in the void in her skull, maybe she had been poisoned by another world.

The self-familiar black eyebrows seemed to want to talk to Yang Eucalyptus, but Yang Eucalyptus didn't pay attention to him, just smiled politely, and still kept his distance from him.

Yang Yu's mind was not here, he was thinking about what he should do next when the other monks arrived.

Before the food conference, it was naturally a very important trade meeting.

On the way here, Yang Yu had already learned from Panshi's mouth that if he wanted to exchange things with other monks, he could only do so by bartering.

In this world, apart from the monetary system of ordinary people, there is no unified item that can be traded as currency among cultivators.

Ordinary gold and silver were of little use to most monks, so the monks usually traded with each other to provide each other with goods of equal value.

Of course, it doesn't mean that the exercises can only be traded, and the pills can only be traded.

The reason why it is a transaction is naturally based on the needs of both parties to the transaction, as long as the needs of the other party are met, the pill can also be exchanged for exercises, and gold and silver may also be able to buy rare magic weapons.

It is precisely because of this that many monks choose to inflate the value of the items they own in order to obtain more benefits without knowing the needs of the other party.

Over time, there will naturally be some transactions above the food conference, and even some things will be deceitful, and there are not a few people who have been deceived by seeing them.

Sometimes even the person who takes out the item may not know the value of it, but just vigorously inflates the value.

This is the equivalent of a big wave of sand, and you may find gold, but most of them are blind, or you are deceived into taking ordinary sand and gravel as a treasure.

This strong sense of déjà vu undoubtedly reminds Yang Yu of the common antiques in the past and modern times, which is exactly the same.

But the more this happens, the more Yang Yu looks forward to it.

In addition to being able to purify and eliminate the cost of use on items, his gold finger can also display the true information of items, which is undoubtedly the most suitable way for him to find out the leakage.

Others will be deceived, but he will not!

It's one of his strengths, and the next trade fair is when he shines into his belt.

The only pity is that he is very poor now, and there are only two things with a certain value on his body.

One is the practice method of the Lighting Method that has been purified and has no cost to use, and the other is the magic weapon stick that was picked up from the previous Filthy Taoist priest.

The former Yang Yu did not intend to be used for trading, but after coming into contact with Panshi and the others these days, he learned some things from him, and he also learned more and more about spiritual matters.

Everything in this world that is related to cultivation has a certain price, whether it is big or small, light or heavy, and as long as it is touched or used, it will inevitably have to bear a corresponding price.

But apart from mundane items, there is absolutely no such thing as a thing that is free of cost to the monks.

Never!

If Yang Yu took out the method of practicing the lighting method that had already been eliminated, it would definitely cause an uproar in this world, and then cause big trouble.

He had already thought of this, and he understood the truth that the puppet was innocent and guilty, so on the way here, he had already destroyed the fragment of the lighting method, and only kept the practice method in mind.

In other words, the only thing he can really trade with is that disgusting stick.

So, how should he use this magic weapon from the Filthy Taoist priest to obtain what he needs is the next question to consider.

So what does he need?

There is no doubt that nature is a practice of practice.

Although the power of the lighting method he mastered was very powerful, the limitations were too great, and due to his own influence, his growth could only be limited to this.

Facing head-on, he will definitely not be the opponent of the monk with only the lighting method and the light of the Buddha who sacrifices his bones, which Yang Yu knows very well.

Since mastering the lighting method, he has relied more on the ability and judgment to grasp the opportunity to live until now.

After all, a spell is just a spell, and the key depends on the person who uses it.

Without exercises, people are like duckweed without roots.

If you can't become a monk, you will always be mortal in the flesh, and you will be vulnerable.