As soon as the morning of the second day arrived, as the sun rose, Beihe got up early in the morning.

After washing up, he first went to the dining room in the apse of Qipintang for breakfast, and then returned to the courtyard where he lived.

I saw him sitting cross-legged, running the Four Elephant Gong again, absorbing the thin aura that filled the heavens and the earth.

These spiritual qi poured in from the dilated pores of his body, and then submerged into the veins of his back, and after being refined into mana by him, he poured down into the dantian. It's just that there is only a small amount of mana that pours into the dantian, and after swimming around in the dantian, it begins to gradually dissipate.

Beihe ran the Four Elephant Gong for three weeks, and the final result was the same, and he still couldn't accumulate mana in the dantian, and finally he had to give up.

After opening his eyes, he sighed, and then with a three-foot iron rod in his hand, he began to practice a set of stick techniques in the room.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Beihe began to pant and stopped.

He closed his eyes and felt the wisp of true qi in his body. It has been more than a year since he broke through to the Qi Realm, although he has barely practiced martial arts in the past half a year, but perhaps it is the reason for taking the pill given to him by the Medicine King, although his mana has not increased in the slightest, but the true qi in his body has grown a lot, and it can be said that he has lost the Sang Yu in the east.

After taking a deep breath and exhaling a long breath, Beihe walked out of the room with an iron rod in hand. After stepping out of the courtyard, he followed a wide stone path down the mountain according to the route Xu You'an had pointed out to him yesterday.

Along the way, from time to time, Beihe could see the disciples of the Medicine King Hall dressed in gray clothes, including both men and women, and their ages ranged from seven or eight years old to seventy or eighty years old.

It's just that most of these people are in a hurry, at most they look up at Beihe, and then bow their heads again and hurry away.

Not only that, Beihe looked up at the sky from time to time, and sometimes he could see some figures, speeding through the air.

For this scene, he naturally showed envious eyes.

From Xu You'an's mouth, he learned that ordinary low-level disciples in the Qi Condensation Period, if they are not in a hurry, will not use their mana to perform the technique of controlling the sky, after all, after their mana is consumed, it is limited to the reason of cultivation, and it will take a lot of time to recover.

The North River followed the stone path and finally came to a wide road. And when you get to the main road, you can see more disciples of the Unjust Mountain. This place is still within the scope of the Medicine King Palace, so these people should be all people from the Medicine King Palace.

The place where Beihe is going this time is a fang market in Bugong Mountain. According to Xu You'an, that Fang Market was a place where ordinary low-level disciples of the Unjust Mountain traded and purchased items, and almost all the low-level disciples of the five major institutions of the Unjust Mountain would trade in that Fang Market.

That Fang City was in the middle of the five major institutions, but because the Injustice Mountain was too big, even if Fang City was the closest to the Medicine King Palace, Beihe had to walk for half a day before finally arriving at the destination.

At this time, in front of him, there was a quaint long street.

The market is made up of two cross-shaped streets, each 200 zhang long, lined with shops.

From a distance, it looks like a market for mortals. The only difference is that the people in the bazaar are dressed in the garments of the Unjust Mountain, and all of them are monks.

After seeing the streets of Fang City in the distance, Beihe looked happy, quickened his pace, and finally stepped on the street.

At this time, with undisguised curiosity, he looked at the scenes in the street.

The streets are not very lively, and the crowds are a little sparse, so it seems a little cold. After all, there are only more than 3,000 people in the entire Injustice Mountain, and it is impossible for all of them to be here.

The first thing that attracted Beihe's attention was that on both sides of the street, there were a lot of unjust mountain disciples scattered around, setting up stalls one after another, waiting for the guests to come to the door. At the stalls, there are all kinds of items.

If you look closely, some of these items are blank talismans, some are elixirs, and some are even strange-looking stones and wood.

Beihe almost didn't know anything about these things, so he just watched them.

In addition to the stalls on both sides of the street, the largest number is actually the shops.

These shops are varied, some specialize in talismans, some specialize in magic weapons, and some specialize in selling all kinds of elixirs. It can be said that the monks have everything they need here.

But there are not many people coming in and out of these shops. This is actually because the things in the shop are expensive, and low-level disciples in the ordinary condensation stage may not be able to afford them.

Just like Xu You'an, he worked hard to dispose of the waste pill in Qipintang for two years, but he couldn't even afford a good magic weapon.

As for the storage bag that Beihe was interested in, Zhou Xiangxiang had said that the cheap ones cost a thousand spirit stones, and he didn't even have to think about it.

Now he can be said to be penniless, today he just came to this market to see the bustle, and he has a long experience, but he will not buy anything.

When Beihe finished this street, he returned to the intersection and walked around the other street.

Unconsciously, looking at the street in front of him, he suddenly remembered the bluestone street of the Arashiyama Sect.

The Fang Market of this Ungong Mountain, and the Qingshi Street of the Lanshan Sect, except for the difference in what is sold, the function is actually the same.

And when he thought of Qingshi Street, he remembered the Lanshan Sect that had been trampled into ruins by the troops led by the Seven Princes. Beihe's face gradually sank, now that he has become a monk, if one day he succeeds in cultivation, he will definitely seek revenge from the Seventh Prince.

Interestingly, if it weren't for the Seven Princes' commanders to encircle and suppress the Lanshan Sect, there would not be a scene where he would appear in the Injustice Mountain now. There was nothing that happened at the beginning, at this time, he was probably still continuing to cultivate in the Arashiyama Sect, and he had even married the person he liked.

And as soon as he thought of this, a shadow unconsciously appeared in Beihe's heart.

By now, he was almost certain that Leng Wanwan was definitely a monk, and her strength was not as simple as an ordinary condensation stage monk.

For this woman, in addition to all kinds of complex emotions, Beihe is more of a huge curiosity in his heart.

He asked Xu You'an what color the monk's blood was. And this question made Xu Youan look at him like an idiot, and the answer was of course red.

It can be seen that in addition to being a monk, Leng Wanwan also has other secrets.

"Quick...... Someone is on the fighting platform again......"

Just as Beihe was pondering in his heart, a voice woke him up.

"Isn't it? Is there anyone going to fight?"

"Not bad...... I just don't know who it is this time......"

"The grapevine said that it seemed to be two people from the unjust temple. ”

Voices around him continued.

At this time, Beihe saw the disciples of the Unjust Mountain walking on the street, all of them walking quickly towards the end of the street in front of him.

"Doufatai ......," Beihe muttered, and he had already guessed what the place was when he heard the name.

So without hesitation, he quickly followed the footsteps of the people around him, and walked towards the street ahead.

When Beihe came to the end of the street, he found that there was a square stone ring three feet high and more than ten zhang long and wide in front of him, and at the edge of the ring, there were already a lot of people around, looking like the ring was blocked.

What is striking is that there are already two people in the ring.

These two are a man and a woman, and they are of the same age, both of them look fifteen or sixteen years old, and they are still childish teenagers and girls.

The boy was handsome, with a chuckle on his face all the time. And the girl has dark skin, and her appearance is extremely ordinary, with an expressionless face.

"What's going on......" Someone in the crowd asked.

"It seems that these two people are competing to buy a magic weapon, but neither of them will back down, so they can only go to the fighting platform. Someone replied.

"It's a little interesting, these two people are both five-fold condensation, and they have to look at ......" and humane.

Beihe touched his chin, Xu You'an told him that this kind of thing is very common, and if there are any conflicts and disputes in the Unjust Mountain, they can be resolved by fighting. The winner is the king, and the loser is the villain, which may arouse the fighting spirit of the low-level disciples, which is helpful for cultivation and growth, as long as there is no cause for death, the sect is still extremely supportive.

"Hoo ......"

At this moment, an exclamation erupted from the crowd.

Beihe immediately came back to his senses, and saw that the two people who were in the ring in front of him had moved.

I saw that the handsome young man pinched his fingers, and I didn't know what spell he had cast, and with the footsteps, his figure was like a ghost wandering around the girl, pulling out a series of afterimages.

Beihe was shocked by this scene, just because this young man's speed was too fast, even compared to the Void Realm martial artist, it was not much better.

And at the moment when the young man moved, the gray-clothed girl also pinched her fingers, and there were words in her mouth. With a "buzz", a layer of pale white eggshell-like qi wrapped her tightly.

"Hey, hey!"

The woman had just finished all this, when she heard a sneer coming from behind her, and the ghostly young man appeared behind her, and then the young man's index finger and middle finger were put together, and he flicked his fingers.

"Whew!"

A finger-sized fireball shot out from his fingertips. "Bang" sounded, hitting the girl's anger.

Receiving this blow, the girl's aura trembled.

Without waiting for her to make any moves, the boy's footsteps moved quickly and ghostly again, and in the process, he snapped his fingers and flicked out, and fireballs shot out, constantly hitting the girl's inspiring qi, and the sound of banging was endless for a while.

There was a commotion among the crowd who saw this, and they were all obviously surprised by the young man's methods.

Beihe was the same, the speed of the young man had already frightened him, although he couldn't feel the power of the fireball inspired by this son, but after seeing the woman in the green dress inspire the fireball and incinerate the corpse of a martial artist into ashes in an instant, he knew that even if the strength of this young man was much inferior to that of the girl in the green skirt, the power of the fireball he inspired was not something that ordinary people could resist.

Just when everyone was sweating for the angry girl, the girl suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, the ghostly moving teenager, his body seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, and his movements suddenly froze.

The vanished girl appeared above the person's head, and then watched as her limp palm stretched out and slapped it downward.

Beihe could see clearly, the phantom of a palm, from this female palm was stimulated, and with a "boom", it slapped on the ring below. The boy was immediately hit by the phantom of the slap, and as if he had been hit hard, his body fell to the ground.

"Wow!"

The boy spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then his eyes closed, and he fainted. The fighting method of the two ended in an instant.

This scene naturally caused the crowd to exclaim, and even many low-level monks applauded. It's a hilarious thing to be able to see a wonderful fight.

It's just a very small number of people in the crowd, but their faces have changed. Because just after the girl's figure disappeared just now, all the fireballs inspired by the boy missed and hit the crowd below the ring.

Some people in the crowd immediately stimulated their anger, others dodged to avoid it, and some of them were strong in their own strength, and after casting a spell, they grabbed the fireball with their bare hands.

Coincidentally, one of the fireballs shot right in the direction where Beihe was.

But fortunately, this fireball was not aimed at him, but a gray-clothed disciple of the Unjust Mountain in front of him. This person looked thirteen or fourteen years old, and when he saw the fireball shooting out, he snorted coldly.

Under Beihe's surprised gaze, this son took out a strange metal fan, swiped backwards, made a defensive stance, and then slammed into the air.

"Whew!"

Just as the fireball was about to hit him, it was redirected by a gust of wind from the strange fan, and shot past him, hitting the North River behind him.

"I ......" Beihe, who saw this scene, almost couldn't help but burst into foul language.

But at this time, he didn't have time to hesitate, only to see him subconsciously smash the three-foot iron rod in his hand against the fireball.

"Boom!"

The two clashed, only to see the fireball explode violently, and as tiny sparks bounced in all directions, a loud bang erupted in place.