Zhi Hunt Zhen slowed down, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

It was the first time that a witch had uttered a cry of such mixed emotions: horror, excitement, adversity, and a deep longing.

"Is there anything special about this Lanyue City?" Zhi Jia really looked at the flow of people entering and leaving the city gate, and hesitated for a moment.

"It's just that there are so many people!" Meng Meng glanced at Zhi Jia Zhen in confusion, "Hey, you're a little nervous! Why? Don't quibble, you can't hide Meng Mengda's eyes!"

"I can sometimes feel good or bad. Zhi Zhenzhen hesitated for a moment, and replied calmly, "This city is disturbing, and it is a great omen. But there seems to be something in there, which is good for me. ”

"I didn't expect you to be a god. Meng Meng was stunned, and stretched out her fluffy little hand in front of Zhi Hunting: "Little handsome guy, can you help others look at palmistry?"

Zhijia Zhen heard her snorting tone, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body. He thought for a moment, but was not in a hurry to enter the city, and wandered around the woods around the lake, all the way to check.

The lakes in this area are strange and strange: smooth as a mirror, like a solidified crystal, or raging waves and strong winds, stirring up violent whirlpools, or steaming and misty with seductive fragrances, or brilliant water with rainbow rippling waves and countless plankton shimmering with colorful light...... There are more than 100 lakes with their own characteristics, but no two are the same.

Between the thousands of water waves, I saw the figure of the carp man flying up and down from time to time. Some swing their swords to fight the waves and train their swordsmanship, some shuttle back and forth, as fast as lightning, leaving a series of ripple-like afterimages behind them, and some drag a huge water beast drenched in blood and pounce from the bottom of the lake...... Zhi Hunt is really dazzled, the carp people here have excellent swordsmanship, how much better than Yantang Village?

In the depths of a roaring whirlpool, Zhi Hunt Zhen caught a glimpse of a golden-bearded carp sitting quietly in it, his eyes half-open and half-closed, his body did not move at all, and he swallowed a bright sword pill in his mouth, as bright as a silver moon, cold and clear, it was a flying sword technique!

Zhi Hunt was really taken aback, the flying sword and the rune sword both belonged to the kendo branch. But unlike the widely circulated rune swords, the inheritance of the flying sword is extremely secretive. In the human world, only the high-level sword sect of the Yu clan and the Great Chu has the secret transmission of the flying sword technique.

This swordsmanship blends the essence of hardware with one's own flesh and blood to give birth to a sword pill, and then combines the sword pill with the spell, so as to drive the sword with the intention and send and receive it from the heart. Although it is not pure enough, it is superior to the speed, especially good at long-distance combat. It is rumored that Yu Zhu, the sect leader of the Great Chu Sword Sect, can take people's lives in an instant with only one sword pill.

Zhi Hunt really couldn't help but move, maybe in Lanyue City, there is still the inheritance of the flying sword technique?

As if sensing the long-term attention of Zhi Hunt, the golden-bearded carp man turned his head, and his eyes were like two shining sword lights, projected. Shin immediately looked away and walked to a stall by the lake, pretending to browse the goods. This golden-bearded carp god and sword are combined, at least it is the realm of refining the gods and returning to the void.

"Let's take a look at the deep-sea golden coral, the best sword casting material!" "The butterfly demon eyeballs of the thirty-six songs of Tianhe, the best auxiliary material for condensing the sword tire, are sold cheaply, as long as a flower shell money!" "The armor made of Qingshui Yin Pattern Stone is light and strong, and it is necessary to fight Tianhe!" Around the lakeside, many vendors shouted loudly. There are mostly mussels and carps, and there are also many strange-looking races.

Zhikari really saw a tall alien race shaped like a dead tree, with chapped skin, many and slender lower limbs, deep into the earth like roots, and a large pile of herbs and wild fruits were placed in front of him, all kinds of colors, exuding a strange fragrance.

Zhi Hunting's eyes lit up, and he walked over to take a closer look. Yarrow, Broken Soul Grass, Devil May Cry Grass, Burning Bone Fruit, Human Face Yin Mud Fruit...... Most of them are materials for casting the soul technique, which is extremely rare even in the human world. In particular, the human face yin mud fruit is the main material of a vicious witchcraft recorded in the "Thirteen Records of Zhu You" - "Nailhead Hooking Soul Face".

"How do you sell these herbs?" Zhi Jia Zhen grabbed a human-faced yin mud fruit, the fruit tentacles were cold, the peel pattern was dense, and it was at least a hundred years old. In the Yongning Marquis Mansion, his life was still shallow, and it was inconvenient for him to let go of the purchase of witch materials, and practice many secret methods of blessing, so as not to be looked at by others. But he has no scruples in the way of the earth, and he can use all kinds of weird and varied soul techniques to kill people invisibly.

"One-strain-one-one-white-shell-money. The voice of the alien was humming, dragging a slow tone, and a few simple words were spoken for a long time.

One shell coin is equivalent to 100 white shell coins, and the hunt really has to buy it on a large scale. Meng Mengda jumped to the front, shook her head and frowned: "It's so expensive, why don't you grab it?" You open your eyes and look at these weeds, wrinkled, the leaves are yellow, even the roots are rotten, and they are still stained with stinky mud, and you have to spend effort to clean them when you go back, where do you want a white shell money?" She spat and splashed, and spoke very quickly, grabbing a bunch of herbs and picking her nose and eyes. The Genwhisker alien was stunned by what she said, and as soon as she spoke, she was interrupted by a series of falls.

In the end, Meng Mengda dropped two white shell coins, packed all the herbs and wild fruits on the stall with a disgusted face, and dragged Zhijia Zhen away.

"Moe girl, isn't that appropriate?" Shirarima looked at her dumbfounded.

"Rest assured. It was the Rotten Wood Clan, his mind was spinning slowly, and by the time he reacted, we would have already entered the city. Meng Mengda took out a shellfish money from Zhi Hunt Zhen's arms, and said happily, "It's mine, this is a commission." ”

Since then, every time he passes through a stall, Zhi Hunting really likes something, and Meng Mengda comes forward to bargain, and he tries his best to argue skillfully. It didn't take long for Zhi Hunt Zhen to have more big bags and small bags in his hands, all of which were strange materials and foreign objects to replenish qi and blood and practice witchcraft.

"Money—no—enough—ah!" it was only then that the rotten wood clan shouted slowly, and the roots were plucked from the soil one by one, and swayed towards them.

"Run!" Meng Mengda jumped on Zhi Kari's shoulder and urged, "Don't disturb the carp guards, or you will be arrested as a carp disaster!"

"For a few white shell money, is it worth it?" Zhi Hunti smiled bitterly and quickened his pace, blending in with the flow of people, and walked towards the gate of Lanyue City.

"Of course it's worth it, it's a woman's great pleasure to make people cheap!" Meng Meng smiled and threw a few flower shell coins in his hand.

As Zhi Hunt Zhen approached the city gate, the eight-winged golden cicada let out another agitated long roar.

The witch spirit is born from the sympathy between the soul and the heaven and the earth, reflecting the heavenly omen and shining on his own heart. In the end, it just shows the way. Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, he stood at the gate of the city, concentrating on breathing, and removing all the distracting thoughts in his heart.

Let the flowing water come and go, and the cloud shadow will not move.

Since he has chosen the way of the sword, his path will be killed with the sword in his hand after all. Thinking of this, Zhijia's true heart suddenly became clear, and he was one point closer to the realm of seeing independence.

Walking into the city gate, he no longer had the slightest idea of gain or loss.