Once they were in the city, the cart drove along the white-stone streets toward the city center.

There are a lot of pedestrians on the road, and there is a tendency to keep coming and going, and there is a tendency to get more and more lively as you go forward.

Most of these people's clothes are white, even if there are other different colors, they are all light yellow, light green and other light colors, and there is no one who is brightly dressed.

And among these people, there is obviously a distinction between high and low status, often one or two people with expensive clothes walk in front, and behind are three or four people in a little shabby clothes following closely, obviously the identity of the next person.

In the end, because there were too many people and beast cars, Ye Shusheng and their cars had to slow down before they could continue to move forward.

With great effort, the cart finally reached a huge square in the center of the city.

This square covers an area of dozens of acres, Ye Shusheng looked at it at a glance, there were black heads everywhere, and it was really called a sea of people.

And the flow of people in all directions continues to pour in the square.

Along the perimeter of the square, there are many shops, which are also crowded with people. In the middle of the shop, there are some temporary stalls, which are also overcrowded. And in the middle, there are more people, eagerly talking about something, it seems bustling and lively.

When the beast cart arrives here, it is naturally impossible to move forward.

Gu Dongzhu took the lead in getting out of the car, took Ye Shusheng and the others, and walked to a palace-like building on the edge of the square.

This palace is about a dozen zhang high, which is obviously a lot taller than other buildings.

And in front of the huge temple gate stood a line of guards, guarding it with shining spears, and no one else was allowed to approach it casually.

"Today is the opening day of the March market on Kuiye Island, so there are several times more people in this 'East City' than in the past. Basically, people from more than a dozen towns in the east will come here to trade some rare items that are not usually bought. As Gu Dongzhu walked forward, he turned around and explained all this to Ye Shusheng and the others.

Ye Shusheng smiled faintly and followed him to the front of the palace.

Gu proprietor stepped forward and said a few words to the guard guarding the door, and the guard waved his hand and signaled that they could go in.

So, Gu Dongzhu hurriedly beckoned Ye Shusheng and Wang Changqing to walk in together.

As soon as you enter the temple gate, it seems much quieter. In the hallway behind the door, there were dozens of people who looked like they had some identities, whispering something in groups. Seeing the arrival of Gu Dongzhu, they all looked over with some hostility.

But at this moment, the purple wooden door at the other end of the corridor opened, and out of it came a young man in white in his twenties, who had a delicate and white face, and a very weak appearance.

"It's Mr. Gu, right? Everyone else has already arrived, so it's time to leave the Gu family. But only immortal cultivators who participated in the challenge can enter, Mr. Gu is here to wait for the results!" The young man glanced at Ye Shusheng kindly, and said politely to the proprietor Gu.

The young man's cultivation was undoubtedly revealed under Ye Shusheng's sweep, and there were about four or five layers of qi refining period.

Seeing this, Gu Dongzhu had no choice but to glance at Ye Shusheng with expectant eyes, and then stepped aside with a saying yes. Luo Tianhan and Nie Ying also retreated to the side with Gu Dongzhu and waited.

Ye Shusheng said a word to Luo Tianhan, and walked into the wooden door with the young man, and then the wooden door was immediately closed.

"My surname is Wen, and Taoist friends can call me Wenqiao. However, I see that Daoist friends are very angry, is it a new monk who has arrived on our Kuiye Island?"

"In Xia Ye Shusheng, I only arrived on Kuiya Island with my wife and sister last month!" After this period of practice, Ye Shusheng finally has no problem speaking the local language.

"Hehe, I really admire! With the current cultivation of Daoyou, he dares to go out. Daoyou is really courageous! Not in the next place, since he was born on this island, he has not left Kuiye Island for a single step. The young man said with some envy.

Hearing this, Ye Shusheng chuckled and said that there was no interface.

Then, Ye Shusheng followed the young man all the way straight and came to a rotunda, in which there were more than 30 monks with different expressions sitting or standing.

"Looks like everyone is here. Let's start drawing lots right away! In a battle to decide the winner, only injuring people and not killing people are allowed, otherwise we will be disqualified from winning. An old man sitting across the crowd said very briefly.

The room full of Qi refining period monks, as long as he is a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, it seems that he is the monk in charge of this matter.

As soon as the young man surnamed Wen entered the hall, he hurriedly walked behind the old man and stood with his hands in his hands.

The old man ignored the young man, and took out a cyan jade cylinder, which contained more than twenty bamboo sticks.

"Okay, if you want to challenge, you will draw one, and the same number will compete with each other first, and the winner will be eligible to challenge the representative of the original merchant. ”

Hearing this, most of the thirty people stared at the jade tube.

So Ye Shusheng and other monks took turns to go up one by one to draw bamboo sticks.

After Ye Shusheng drew the lot, he turned over and took a look, it was a strange silver symbol.

He couldn't help frowning, he forgot about it, he didn't know the local language!

But Ye Shusheng was expressionless, and still put away the bamboo stick in his hand, looking as if nothing had happened.

"No. 1," the old man said coldly.

Suddenly, two monks with the same bamboo sticks in their hands walked out.

"You go to the platform over there and try it, there is a formation there. As long as you can get the other party's bamboo stick and give it to me, you will win. I don't ask you what methods and means you use. Of course, you can't kill each other. The old man preached unceremoniously.

"Yes, senior!" the two men saluted the old man and walked towards the terrace looming behind the hall.

As a result, after a burst of white light lit up on the platform, the two disappeared.

But after a while, the two of them reappeared on the platform a little tiredly.

One of them happily handed the two bamboo sticks to the old man, and the other walked out of the hall in a gloomy manner.

"No. 2," the old man shouted coldly.

Because the fighting methods of the Qi Refining Period cultivators were relatively simple, the victory or defeat was decided very quickly.

"Seven"

One monk immediately stepped forward at the voice of the old man, but the other was slow to come out.

"No. 7," the old man shouted again with a heavy face.

At this time, Ye Shusheng walked out with a sudden face, and hurriedly apologized:

"I'm so sorry. I just read the wrong number and thought it was nine!"

The old man didn't pay attention to what Ye Shusheng said, and with a wave of his hand impatiently, Ye Shusheng and the other person hurriedly walked to the platform.

After the white light flashed, Ye Shusheng and the other party appeared in a white world, except for the space dozens of zhang wide in the middle, there was white mist all around.