Author: Battle of Tiandu

This rather huge Mingyuan City has a total of four tall city gates, facing east, west, south, and north respectively.

It is worth mentioning that in this city, there are no secular mortals who do not know how to cultivate, and most of the people in the city are monks who have cultivated above the foundation building period.

However, there are also a small number of Qi cultivation period monks in the city, and most of these low-level Qi cultivation period monks follow their elders and come to this city to see for a long time, broaden their experience, and what they have seen, so as to lay some foundation for their future generations.

Lin Yunchen followed the direction indicated by the jade slip on the map, and after five days and four nights of non-stop flight, according to the mountainous terrain below, he could already judge that this place was not far from the destination, and the heart hanging on the road finally began to relax.

He was more than 100 zhang high in the air, and his eyes gradually saw many high-level monks flying by, they controlled all kinds of magic weapons and magic weapons, turned into colorful lights, and quickly flew away towards the distance as far as his eyes could see.

The closer Lin Yunchen got to his destination, the faster his sword flew faster, and at this moment, he was a little impatient, wanting to see what kind of situation and prosperity the city operated by these six major factions was.

Suddenly, in the next moment, Lin Yunchen's eyes suddenly darkened, and a huge shadow shrouded him in it, and he looked up with some trepidation, wondering what was blocking the sky above his head.

The next moment, Lin Yunchen, who had stopped flying by casting the spell, his eyes were slightly frowning in the air, his face was particularly surprised at this time, and his eyes showed an incredible look.

"It's unbelievable that there is such a huge flying magic weapon!"

It shouldn't be a problem for this flying giant ship to carry one or two thousand people, and I don't know what kind of high-level monk it can have such a huge flying magic weapon."

Lin Yunchen's eyes were full of envious light, and he was secretly amazed in his heart, even the tiredness caused by flying along the way was inadvertently swept away at this time, and he became extremely excited.

At the same time, the other monks in this sky also stopped flying, looking up at the spaceship flying by at great speed from a high altitude, their eyes also flashed with brilliant light, and their expressions were secretly speechless, it seemed that they had never seen such a huge flying magic weapon in ordinary times.

Almost ten breaths later, Lin Yunchen was still looking up blankly, and he subconsciously swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva in a row as the spaceship flew by.

"When you have the ability in the future, you must get one, a flying magic weapon that is bigger than this, and you will die of those who don't know it."

Lin Yunchen slowly retracted his gaze, his face was solemn, and he secretly made up his mind.

Then his mind moved, urging the red fire sword under his feet, and flew away towards the mountains that stretched endlessly in the distance as far as his eyes could see.

After about half a burnt incense, the silhouette of a behemoth can be faintly seen in front of you, nestled in the basin of several mountains.

Lin Yunchen's eyes condensed slightly, and he looked at a strange phenomenon, the monks who originally flew did not fly directly to the city with their flying magic weapons, but flew not far from the city gate, and then cast a spell and slowly descended to the ground, and walked to the city gate on foot.

Lin Yunchen is not stupid, he has roughly guessed some clues, there must be some prohibition in this Ming Yuan City, otherwise, it is impossible for them to consciously abide by the rules.

At this moment, it was the morning hour, and the monks who entered and exited Mingyuan City were in an endless stream of people, crowded with people, without any noise and noise, in an orderly manner, and every monk who entered and exited knew the rules here.

Lin Yunchen also drove the flying sword and slowly landed on the ground, with the scene just now, he didn't want to fly directly over Mingyuan City.

Even if he doesn't understand the rules of the immortal cultivation world, he can also watch what others do, and he will draw a scoop according to the gourd, and do what others do step by step, and that's it.

Lin Yunchen slowly followed the flow of people entering the city, and strode towards the city gate, only to see that on the city gate, it was eye-catching to write "Mingyuan City, West of the City".

At the gate of this city, there are two gates, left and right, at this time at the gate of the city, there is a row of heavily armed monks stationed, and all of these monks have the cultivation of building a foundation or above.

Lin Yunchen, who was at the back of the crowd, roughly counted with his eyes, and there were more than twenty monks, and all of them were high-level monks of the foundation building, which was one or two realms higher than his own cultivation realm, and it was already the middle and late stage of foundation building.

Suddenly seeing that the person guarding the gate of the city was actually a monk in the foundation building period, Lin Yunchen was quite surprised, he was speechless for a while, and secretly sighed in his heart:

"Sure enough, it is a city opened up and operated by the six factions, and with this majesty, it should be able to scare many monks with evil intentions!"

Lin Yunchen followed closely in front of him, lined up in line, and waited for the monks guarding the city gate to check the registration information one by one, and it didn't take long for Lin Yunchen's turn to do so.

"Come here, pay the entrance fee to the city, and your tokens", a man in white was expressionless, and shouted at Lin Yunchen in a tone that was neither salty nor light.

Hearing this, Lin Yunchen hurriedly took a few steps forward, quickly took out his identity token, and handed it to the man in white.

The man in white saw that he didn't look at the token, so he handed Lin Yunchen's token to the old man who recorded the information on the side.

He continued to say, "Next."

Lin Yunchen's eyes looked at the old man who recorded the information without blinking, only to see that the old man took Lin Yunchen's token on an octagonal magic weapon mirror, and shook it at will, after a burst of blue light on the surface of the mirror flickered and fluctuated, the information in Lin Yunchen's token was recorded in the mirror magic weapon.

Seeing that there was nothing bad in the mirror, the old man nodded slightly, and then said to another man in fancy clothes: "No problem, that man in fancy clothes, gently waved his hand and signaled for release."

"I don't know how much it costs to enter the city", Lin Yunchen looked at the old man's hand holding his token and asked.

"Five lower-grade spirit stones".

"Here, this is the token of the Daoist, the Daoist friend also asks you to take it, don't provoke trouble in the city, fight in private, otherwise you will bear the consequences", the old man reminded with kind face, he stretched out his hand to take the five spirit stones handed over by Lin Yunchen.

Lin Yunchen took his token and thanked him: "I understand, thank you for reminding me", he said, and then slowly entered the city with the flow of people entering the city.

After he entered Mingyuan City, he was on the wide street in the city, slowing down his pace, walking and stopping with his eyes around, looking around.

Lin Yunchen looked at the various commercial shops, and praised from time to time: "Sure enough, it is a big city of monks, and there are all kinds of shops, so I don't know if there are any things I want to buy."

Half an hour later, Lin Yunchen, who was walking on the street, suddenly saw a gold lacquer plaque not far from the street, on which were written: "Zhenwu Temple Treasure Pavilion" several big characters.

The corners of Lin Yunchen's mouth turned up slightly, and he whispered to himself, "It's you", and then he strode towards the True Martial Temple Treasure Pavilion and walked over.

At the gate of this treasure pavilion, he was received by an attendant who solicited business.

The attendant used his extremely fluent words to persuade him to speak badly, Lin Yunchen smiled and accepted it happily, followed the monk, and entered the Treasure Pavilion.

At this time, in the hall on the first floor of the Treasure Pavilion of the True Martial Temple, there was a crowd of people, and although the number of monks buying and selling was large, they were doing their own things in an orderly manner, and there was no unnecessary noise.

And every monk has the cultivation of the foundation building period, and they are dressed in a variety of ways, and they have all kinds of clothes, basically they can't be seen, these people are all disciples in those sects.

"I don't know what you want to buy this fellow Daoist", the monk who led the way in front of him turned around with a smile as he walked, and asked Lin Yunchen casually.

Hearing this, Lin Yunchen's expressionless face showed a slight smile, and he said, "Let's take a look at it first!"

"Well, that's good, fellow Daoists, please," the monk who led the way stretched out his hand to invite.

Lin Yunchen followed the monk, his gaze casually looking at the layout in the hall.

All that catches your eye are some beautifully carved and painted counters, and as for what items are inside the counters, it is impossible to find out, because in each exquisite counter, there are prohibitions to circumvent the detection of divine sense.

"Senior Brother Lu, I'm here to bring you business," the monk said softly to a middle-aged monk at the counter in front of him.

"Oh, the guest is there, Senior Brother Ji, you can't lie to me this time", the middle-aged monk who was called Senior Brother Lu replied with an expression of disbelieving.

"Hey, Senior Brother Lu, listen to my explanation, the last monk was a misunderstanding, and I know that he doesn't have a spirit stone!" The monk surnamed Ji hurriedly explained.

Then he said to Lin Yunchen behind him: "This fellow Daoist, what do you want to buy, you can tell him, I will go to solicit customers first, and I won't delay Daoist friends here."

Hearing this, Lin Yunchen arched his hand and said, "Ji Daoyou, go get busy first!

After the monk surnamed Ji left, the middle-aged monk surnamed Lu smiled, stretched out his hand and signaled: "Come to this Taoist friend to sit down first, let's talk slowly, contemptible Lu Jun, I don't know what Taoist friend to call him, and what sect he is from."

After Lin Yunchen sat down, he heard that the other party asked about his origin, Lin Yunchen introduced himself vaguely: "In Xia Ling Tianrui, a monk, don't say your birth history."

"Oh, I see".

Lu Jun grinned and asked seemingly casually, and then he asked again: "I don't know what this Taoist friend wants to buy, the magic weapon pills in this pavilion, the jade slips of the exercises, the rare medicinal materials, everything, as long as the Taoist friends want to buy, I guarantee that the price is good, fair and just."

Hearing this, Lin Yunchen smiled embarrassedly, shook his head gently, and said casually: "I'm not here to buy things."

"Oh, Daoyou didn't come to buy things, then Ling Daoyou, aren't you making fun of me!"

Lu Jun was puzzled, a trace of displeasure quickly flashed on his face, and his voice was a little cold.

Seeing that the other party's tone suddenly turned cold, Lin Yunchen hurriedly explained, "Lu Daoyou, don't worry, listen to me, I'm here to sell things, I don't know if you can accept the magic weapon pill in this treasure pavilion."