Holy Soul Continent, Sogo Square urban area.

"Fellow Daoists, please, our Sogofang City is famous in the entire Shentu Prefecture, and there are all the treasures of the cultivation realm, you will definitely not be disappointed!"

There are a lot of monks coming and going, and the guys are welcoming visitors.

As far as the eye can see, several tall buildings rise from the ground, each with nine floors and a height of 100 meters. Their architectural styles differ in detail, but the overall level is similar and complements each other.

In this continent where cultivation is prevalent, there are many markets dedicated to serving monks, and in general, they are divided into three types: Lingbao Pavilion, Library Building, and Prestige Hall.

The construction of the Fang City is huge, and the general Fang City only has one of the Lingbao Pavilion, the Library Building, and the Prestige Hall.

However, there are three kinds of markets here, which shows the scale and variety of Sogo Square markets. Because of this, people come and go, shoulder to shoulder.

In a large-scale market like this, as long as the spirit stones and prestige are enough, you can generally find the items you want.

However, there was a young man of about sixteen years old who came out of this city, and his handsome face was full of disappointment.

"Still nothing. ”

He sighed and looked at the dim bronze mirror in his hand, his eyes also dimmed.

"Even Sogo Fang City doesn't have such a thing, can't this trouble really be solved smoothly?......

Fengchen hung his head and walked down the endless streets.

Looking up at the sky, from time to time a few monks flew by.

Generally, only after reaching the realm of the gods can you use the art of flying with the object stably possible.

Fengchen sacrificed his flying sword, and the flying sword was dragged up and floated in the air by true qi.

He stepped on the flying sword and soared into the air.

Several monks on the side exclaimed with envy: "It's amazing to have reached the god of transformation at such a young age!"

The common levels in the Holy Spirit Continent are Foundation Building, Fusion, Jindan, Transformation God, and Yuan Infant. What they didn't know was that Fengchen at this time was just a fusion realm. Due to some special reasons, I can learn the flying art of the object early.

A few hours later, he was thousands of miles away.

It's very different from the crowded and orderly feeling of Sogo Square. Although there are many people, there is a lot of worldliness and disorganization.

Vegetable and meat sellers abound on the streets, accompanied by shouts with regional accents. The streets were not wide, and there were a few drunken young men stumbling across their shoulders. There is a beautiful woman in his arms, and the merchant who is dressed in a generous way passes by with a smug look on his face. There are also beggars dressed in tatters and walking with their heads down......

There are all kinds of people, but the vast majority of them are ordinary people who have not cultivated. Because this is a secular place, it is also Fengchen's hometown.

Fengchen actually doesn't like this kind of environment in his bones. But after experiencing too many headaches in the Land of Cultivation, such an environment made it easier for him to temporarily get out of those troubles and become more relaxed.

He walked into a brightly lit restaurant.

This building is called Wangchun Restaurant, called Restaurant, which is actually the land of wind and moon.

If it had been before, he would have felt extremely disdainful of this kind of shop and disdained to come here. But in the cultivation realm, after gaining some insights and seeing through some things, you can deal with them calmly and ignore things that you don't like and are not easy to change.

After all, the wine here is still the best in the whole city.

Fengchen silently tasted the wine, and finally had some long-lost comfort.

During this period, two little girls with heavy makeup and a bewitching posture came to entertain him, but he just drank and ate food without saying a word, and ignored him.

They are bored with themselves, so they can only leave in a huff.

The forty-year-old, bloated proprietress came to talk to him with a business-style smile, and Feng Li said expressionlessly: "Go away, don't hinder me from drinking." ”

The proprietress who can usually eat very well can't help but be a little angry at this time, plus she has always been short-tempered, she glanced at Fengchen's simple clothes, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "You've come to this place, what are you pretending to be, I don't think you're a high school, you're a poor ghost, right?!"

Fengchen didn't pay any more attention to her.

The proprietress was just about to follow Fengchen when suddenly a middle-aged man with a fat figure and a greasy appearance but a forced hairstyle walked in.

Seeing him, the proprietress put away her anger and greeted her with a smile: "Oh, Lao Wang, are you here, do you have any new goods recently? You know, these few in our store, the guests are almost tired of looking at them." ”

Lao Wang showed a greasy smile and said, "Haha, boss, I really found a batch in the past few days." One of them is said to be a witch of the Demon Dao, and that appearance is absolutely amazing!"

The proprietress whispered: "Lao Wang, where did you get it, there won't be a problem, right?"

Lao Wang said with an indifferent face: "What is this, people in the Demon Dao, for harming the world, have always been intolerable by the world." What to do with them is what they should do. Her cultivation has long been abolished, you don't have to worry. And it's a first-hand thing, no one has ever touched it. If I hadn't had a friendship with you, I wouldn't have been willing to send it over!"

The proprietress nodded reassuringly, and then asked, "Where is it?"

Lao Wang said: "You come with me." ”

Fengchen, who was silent on the side, listened to them all the time.

Although they lowered their voices, as monks, Fengchen had a sense that was different from ordinary people, so he could still hear a rough idea.

After they left, Fengchen quietly followed.

He wasn't trying to save people or anything. After all, the remark that has always prevailed in their cultivation realm is that people in the Demon Dao will bring disaster to the world, and everyone will be punished. He doesn't have a good impression of the people in the Demon Path.

He just wanted to see what the people in the Demon Dao who had been passed down by his brothers and sisters looked like.

Lao Wang took the proprietress into a room. Fengchen secretly followed, looking inside through the gap in the window.

I saw a little girl of the same age as herself, tied up with hemp rope and leaning against the corner.

Fengchen stared at her blankly.

Her face is really exquisite, although her face is slightly childish, but her eyebrows and eyes are very good-looking, with a little sense of sharpness, and the two complement each other. The facial features are very small and iconic, and although the hair is very messy and pale, these do not hide her beauty.

This is really different from the blue-faced fanged and bloody demon monster in Fengchen's impression.

It's hard to imagine how a girl who looks so cute can be a disaster to the world.

Lao Wang and the proprietress had been talking about something, but Fengchen, who was a little stunned at this time, didn't pay attention to listen.

The little girl had some scars on her face, her clothes were torn in many places, and her face was haggard, and she seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries. But she kept looking at the two people in front of her with unyielding and very hateful eyes.

Fengchen frowned, thinking about whether to help her.

He didn't notice that the boss's face became more and more ugly during the conversation.

Suddenly, the proprietress turned blue and slapped the girl in the face.

"Dead girl, don't listen to the old lady, do you! Look at me like this again, gouge out your eyes!"

There was a reddish slap mark on the girl's face, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. But her unyielding eyes did not change in the slightest.

An object in Fengchen's arms, which clenched his fists, suddenly became hot.

He pulled it out, and it was the small dull bronze mirror from before, which was already emitting a faint blue light.

He looked at the frail girl in shock.

"She's got what I want!"

The proprietress was already annoyed at this time, and she picked up her slap and was about to hit again.

At this moment, there was a loud bang behind him, and the door was kicked down, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Fengchen came in through the door and looked at the girl intently.