In fact, there is no time to open the market, and the so-called hourly market opening is just that most stall owners set up stalls at that time. It has only been three or five years since the opening of the gate of Huaqifeng Mountain, and it has really gathered some popularity, and it is even more after Director Yin went up the mountain.

Although the city at the foot of the mountain is gradually becoming lively, it has not been officially included in the planning of the civet peak, to put it bluntly, it is still in the state of unsupervised "wild free-range". The entire Fang City, about the size of the Yanwutang School, is basically a slightly flat dirt field. As far as the eye can see, there is not even a decent shop in the field, and the sellers with slightly better conditions just set up a shed at random, and most of the sellers just lay a piece of animal skin felt on the ground. Most of the sellers in the market are loose repairs without heels, and the stalls are not fixed, and they are all one-shot transactions.

When he came to the foot of the mountain, the animal skin felt on the soil yard had been paved with eighty percent of the space, and from a distance, there were not only people surging in the field, but also many animal heads mixed in. The strength of the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts lies in the domestication of demon beasts, and the Beaver Peak has the largest red-eyed pig farm in the entire Western Wilderness.

No wonder Xie Lingque's group of children and cultivators didn't have anything good to say about this city under the mountain, and the taste was really rushing. Director Yin followed the flow of people and walked around the market, not only the nasal cavity was filled with the smell of feces and urine of demon beasts, but also the howling sound of demon beasts in his ears.

The problem is that Tianjizi summoned me, and only mentioned the stalls selling Rong Kucao, and almost all of the stalls in this market are extremely liquid, and there is no other way to do it, so they can only look at it one stall after another.

There are too many things to do! Director Yin kicked away a wild yak that was in the way, and just about to take a step and almost stepped on cow dung, he couldn't help frowning, and summed up in his heart: This time is too chaotic, and I still have to hand over the spirit magpie when I turn around, uh, I still have to hand it over to Fan Monkey and his brothers, and I have to make a charter as soon as possible to manage this city under the mountain. It is not far from the civet bluestone inscribed by Yunshang himself, and it is really very messy to affect the image of the mountain gate.

After moving a few more stalls forward, Director Yin's eyes suddenly lit up, and a small piece of animal skin felt was spread on the ground not far away, on which were placed several bundles of yellow and green plants, which were very similar to the description of Rong Withered grass that Yin Qin saw in the scriptures.

He walked over quickly, came to the edge of the stall and looked down carefully, and immediately affirmed that this stall was selling Rong Withered Grass. The reason is very simple, the stall owner used an ink pen to deliberately mark the three words "Rong Withered Grass" on the side.

The main use of this thing is to make additives, and it is mixed with the forage that feeds Ryoma, which helps to improve the endurance of Ryoma. It is not sold for a high price, but it is also uncommon, a bit like the anaphyny fruit, which is a dispensable treasure for most monks.

Because of this, although this stall occupies a more conspicuous position on the side of the market, there are no other customers except for hospitality. He was not 100% sure, there was only one stall in the market selling Rong Dry Grass, but he only glanced at the stall owner, and saw that the other party nodded slightly.

I checked my eyes and met the right person.

Director Yin couldn't help muttering to himself, it seems that this stall owner recognizes me, but this thing is ghostly, and I don't know where the heavenly machine came from.

The stall owner was dressed in a short animal skin robe, with a leather hat on his head, and an animal skin mask on his face, looking like a wild cultivator who was unwilling to show his true face. The environment of Fang City is too poor, and he is too lazy to do much, so according to what Tianjizi said in Qingzhu, he made a gesture towards the other party.

The stall owner didn't say much, silently took out a palm-sized silver box from his bosom and handed it over.

The silver box was heavy, and he couldn't help but wonder: This box is a little smaller, could it be that Tianjizi made a little guy similar to the ant man in the Marvel animation?

Although his heart was full of curiosity, he still suppressed his emotions, nodded slightly to the scattered cultivator opposite, put the box in his arms, and turned to leave.

The receipt was very smooth, Director Yin's mood was somewhat excited, and he took a big stride, along the way, people blocked and kicked people, beasts blocked and kicked beasts, and quickly left Fang City in the sound of people shouting and howling beasts.

This is a puppet of Jindan Sword modification! I couldn't help it when I walked to the bluestone at the foot of Huaqi Peak, and I didn't care about a few cultivators who came to admire it, they were on the edge of the bluestone, observing the calligraphy of Yunshang Ancestor, Director Yin sacrificed the flying sword, and disappeared on the top of Huaqi Peak with a whoosh.

After about half a burnt of incense, there was another snort, and Director Yin's face was gloomy and he appeared on the edge of the bluestone again, and while walking quickly to the market, he scolded in his heart: Tianjizi's old goods, it's okay, that Lao Tzu is happy!

There was another burst of people shouting beast howls in the market, and Director Yin kicked all the way to the stall of the glorious withered grass, looked down, and couldn't help but laugh angrily. In just a few moments, the few bundles of withered grass on the animal skin felt had been taken away by anyone. Look at the stall owner again, nailed there straight, as if he was settled.

Yin Qin was about to step forward to inspect the goods, but a thin man suddenly came out behind him, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said with a fierce look: "Brother, this goods have a master." ”

Yin Qin was slightly stunned, and said in his heart, the withered grass on the stall is gone, where is the goods?

The thin man leaned closer and said fiercely: "My brother has a good eye, and he can see that that guy has a bad breath in practice, but if you want to move him, you need to ask us if we disagree." Before he could finish his words, three more murderers who looked like loose cultivators came from three other directions, wrapping their diligence in the middle.

"The four evils of the civet fox?" Director Yin looked left and right, angry and laughing in his heart: The name of our civet peak in the outer world is so low?

The next moment, only to hear the four muffled snorts, the four figures were kicked and flew out in four directions, Director Yin didn't bother to entangle with these rotten things, kicked the four evils, put the puppet on the shoulder, and directly sacrificed the flying sword. A gray shadow shot away in the direction of the mountain behind Hua Ci Peak under the attention of everyone.

"Tsukiji power!" There was a commotion in the market, and some people couldn't help but scream loudly, "Look, that's the Tsukiji Monk's Edgeworth! That's really as fast as thunder and lightning!"

"Look at what you haven't seen in the world!" Director Yin flew through the air, in a good mood, "What Lao Tzu carries on his shoulders is the real power!"