Dongfang Zimo and Yang Chen were afraid that they would be caught up by the county lord behind.

I flew wildly in the air for several days in a row, and I didn't dare to stop and rest.

The two of them were already tens of thousands of miles away from Tianping City.

Although the two of them were in the middle stage of foundation building, the long-term flight had already made their mana close to exhaustion.

Dongfang Zimo thought that he should get rid of the pursuers behind him, and proposed to find a cave to regulate the mana.

Yang Chen's face was already extremely pale, and he agreed silently.

Dongfang Zimo casually found a relatively safe natural cave.

With a slap of the storage bag on his waist, four small black chess pieces fell in all directions.

A simple set of formations is complete.

Yang Chen observed Dongfang Zimo's behavior on the side, his eyes fell on that set of formations, and his brows furrowed slightly.

A magic disk suddenly appeared in Yang Chen's hand, and he saw that he pinched a magic trick, and several half-zhang long flags floated out.

A barrier of countless runes engulfs the entire cave and glows brightly.

Obviously, Yang Chen's formation is several times better than Dongfang Zimo.

Dongfang Zimo's eyes lit up, but he was thoughtful in his heart.

"With this set of formations, even a Jindan monk can resist one or two." Yang Chen said indifferently, and the person entered the cave and meditated cross-legged.

Dongfang Zimo nodded, and soon settled into meditation.

It took the two of them a day to restore the mana they had consumed.

However, this is not a place to stay for a long time, and I don't know if the county lord of Tianping City will catch up.

Dongfang Zimo and the two continued to hurry after only staying in the cave for a day.

After nearly half an hour of flying, a town appeared in the pupils of the two men.

"Senior brother, why don't you go to the real estate market in the city to have a look, junior brother just needs to collect some magic weapons." Dongfang Zimo said with a move in his heart.

"It's okay, go down first to buy some magic weapons, and when you meet that Jindan monk, you will have the chance to flee for your life." Yang Chen looked down at the town below and said indifferently.

At that moment, the two of them circled in the air and fell down.

Coming to this city in the city, Dongfang Zimo looked around as he walked.

Suddenly, I saw a loft that was bustling with activity, and there were more customers than other stores just by entering and leaving.

Dongfang Zimo looked at the plaque, which showed three big golden characters "Jubaolou"

"Let's go ahead." Dongfang Zimo suddenly became interested and greeted Yang Chen beside him.

As soon as the two entered the hall, a man dressed as a servant greeted them with a smile.

"The two seniors, please, what kind of magic weapons do you need to buy?" The man only had a seventh-level cultivation of Qi cultivation, and when he saw that the two of them were foundation building cultivators, he didn't dare to slack off and said respectfully.

"Your store is called Jubaolou, but why haven't I seen a magic weapon that closes my eyes, so some broken copper and iron are embarrassed to call Jubaolou?" Yang Chen glanced at the magic weapons displayed on the counter, and said in a deep voice with a frown.

Although Dongfang Zimo didn't speak, the helpless smile on his face had already expressed He Yangchen's thoughts.

"Daoyou are angry, but the things placed on this floor are not in the eyes of Daoyou, the good things in our store are on the second floor, and I also ask the two Daoists to move to the second floor to have a look." As soon as a gorgeously dressed middle-aged man in the shop noticed that something was wrong, he immediately came over to replace the Qi cultivator.

"Oh? If you say so, it's okay to take a look. Yang Chen stared at the middle-aged man with a raised brow, and found that he was a monk in the early stage of foundation building.

"Hehe, please!" The middle-aged man smiled and made a gesture of please.

At the invitation of the middle-aged man, the two came to the second floor.

There are fewer people on the second floor, but all the people who can come up here are above the foundation.

Dongfang Zimo's heart moved, his eyes glanced to one place, and found that there was a monk staring at him on the side.

When the monk saw Dongfang Zimo's eyes, he avoided his gaze in astonishment and walked away.

Dongfang Zimo couldn't help but be vigilant.

"The magic weapon here is indeed much better than the one downstairs, but do you have a magic weapon that can deal with the Jindan period?" Yang Chen swept around, and then said something that made everyone present gasp.

"Brother Jindan!"

"Who is this person?"

……

Those foundation building monks who came to buy things all looked at Yang Chen's side with strange eyes.

Yang Chen frowned, swept over one by one with unkind eyes, and put his own foundation building in the middle stage of cultivation.

Those monks who had relatively low cultivation all felt that the air was tight, and they felt a kind of breathlessness.

Although there are also some monks in the middle stage of foundation building, they don't dare to use mana carelessly to resist.

"Humph!" Yang Chen snorted coldly and put away his breath.

The monks felt the pressure subside, and they left in fear before they had time to take a big breath of air.

A mid-foundation building monk just glared at Yang Chen with some resentment, and then walked out of this place.

Dongfang Zimo glanced at Yang Chen, and couldn't help but feel worried about him in his heart.

However, there were no monks in the late stage of foundation building, and Yang Chen, who had been in exile for several days, had already accumulated a lot of anger in his heart, and he dared to indulge like this when he saw that someone was disrespectful to him.

At this moment, only the middle-aged man and Yang Chen and others were left on the second floor.

"Hehe, Daoyou Shenwei, I really admire you." The middle-aged man smiled with a smile. It doesn't seem to be afraid.

"I'm really ashamed to drive away a few guests from your store, and I hope that fellow Daoists won't be angry." Dongfang Zimo apologized.

"Where, these customers may not be able to look at the items in our store, so they will leave, what do they have to do with the two Taoist friends." The middle-aged man waved his hand and said indifferently.

"This fellow Daoist just said that he wants to deal with the magic weapon of the Jindan monk, hehe, there is only something you can't think of in the treasure building of this store, and there is nothing you can't buy. But it's not cheap. The middle-aged man laughed. When it comes to the treasure building, there is an inexplicable sense of pride.

"Bring the thing, why do you need such nonsense, I will miss you a few spirit stones?" Yang Chen's face did not change, and he said in a cold tone.

"Good! Friendly spirit! The middle-aged man was overjoyed when he heard this, only to see him tapped the storage bag on his waist, and a non-gold and non-wooden box appeared on the counter.

"This is the "Immortal Elixir" is refined by the joint efforts of several alchemy masters, and the lethality is extremely strong, even if a Jindan monk encounters it, he has to be afraid of three points, and the total price is 1,500 spirit stones. The middle-aged man opened the wooden box, and suddenly a terrifying aura pressed down on everyone.

Yang Chen used the mana in his body to isolate the discomfort.

In the wooden box lay a golden bead, the size of a thumb, and it exuded a terrifying aura.

"I want it!" Yang Chen's eyes lit up, such a terrifying aura must be true, he directly threw out a bag of spirit stones, and ingested the beads into his hands along with the wooden box.