The peaks of the world are like stars, and they may be called sacred mountains, but Kunlun.

Hundreds of millions of years of cultivation, tens of millions of years of Kunlun, this is a popular phrase in the cultivation world, but unfortunately, it is not applicable to the present.

Kunlun in the West Mountain at sunset, although it is still known as the Six Great Dao Sect together with the Forget Worry Sect, Dragon and Tiger Dao, Dayan Gate, Tianyun Sect, and Shushan Sword Sect, but Kunlun, which is weak year by year, is long gone.

There are all kinds of medium gate valves in the surrounding area, and they are eager to try to replace them.

Among them, the call of the Heavenly Desolate Gate was the highest, which made the elders of Kunlun always feel like they were on their backs.

If it weren't for the current Zhenren Xuanyun, who was in charge of the current teaching, only this one real person who robbed the law was sitting in the mountain gate, I am afraid that Kunlun would have already become a second-rate gatekeeper.

At this time, the Kunlun Hall had a tense atmosphere, and Xuanyun, the real person in charge of the sect, sat in the first place, and the rest of the four peaks were the first, ranking left and right.

"The Shushan Sword Sect must have done this on purpose, knowing the importance of the Jade Entanglement Technique to our sect, and still chasing and killing Li Xiaoyi, with ill intentions!" Sitting on the first seat of the Heavenly Curtain Peak on the right, he said with a disgruntled face.

If Sun Qian has already brought Li Xiaoyi to Kunlun Mountain, what else does he have to say to the Shu Mountain Sword Sect?" said coldly to the first seat of Cuiwei Peak.

As soon as he finished saying this, a woman in white on the other side snorted coldly: "Senior brother means that I, the master, did not do a good job, so that Sun Qian was not good at learning arts, so I was conspired by Li Xiaoyi, right?"

Dao Lin turned his head and didn't speak again, but it was the first Dao Jun of Feng Lan Peak on the other side who made a round: "Senior Sister Dao Ping'er, Senior Brother Dao Lin didn't mean that.

After a pause, Dao Jun continued: Speaking of Shushan Sword Sect, it is to be afraid of our sect, and what matters at the moment is not to put the responsibility on anyone, but to find a way to remedy it quickly. ”

"It's easy to say, a fish that has slipped through the net has already entered the sea, where to find it!" Dao Lin looked irritable.

And no one answered again, as Dao Lin said, the world is so big, this time Li Xiaoyi is really a mud cow into the sea, it is difficult to find a trace, but Xuanyun Zhenren, who is the first seat, suddenly said at this time: "It's not impossible to find!"

Just when Li Xiaoyi became a topic of conversation in the cultivation world, far away in the suburbs of the border, a young man wearing a black Taoist uniform and a straw hat was walking towards a small town in the south under the scorching sun.

However, what is strange is that behind this young Taoist priest, there is a rusty ancient knife diagonally, which looks nondescript.

When he was about to reach the city of Fanlin, the young man slipped and limped, but he went to the north of the city gate.

When there was no one, the young man patted the black thick bag on his waist, and a small apricot yellow flag was held in his hand.

After finding a direction, the small flag in his hand waved, and his figure also turned around and disappeared in place.

Soon after, in a valley not far from Fanlin City, the figure of the young man appeared from the ground again, and the small apricot yellow flag was no longer in his hand. Looking at the fang market in the distance of the valley, he walked over with a smile on his face.

The young man was none other than Li Xiaoyi, who had just escaped from the White Bone Mountain, and after some disguise, Li Xiaoyi met several young men and women who were also cultivators by chance in a dojo.

From the conversation with them, Li Xiaoyi found out a lot about things in the cultivation world, and the Fang City in front of him was one of them.

The so-called fang market is somewhat similar to the secular market, where cultivators can trade in barter, or spirit stones, for some items that they are in short supply.

That's a great thing!

Along the way, Li Xiaoyi watched with great interest the various shops and stalls on the ground, mostly some half-finished magic weapons, and a heavy heaven magic weapon, as well as various pills that Li Xiaoyi had never touched.

Although Li Xiaoyi already has two good magic weapons, it still makes Li Xiaoyi look interested.

In the storage bag on his waist, there are almost fifty lower-grade spirit stones, more than a dozen middle-grade spirit stones, and two sword magic weapons, one is from Sun Qian, and the other is from Wang Lun of the Shushan Sword Sect.

It's a pity that there are sect logos on it, and Li Xiaoyi has tried many methods, but he can't erase them. After walking around the market, Li Xiaoyi set his sights on a darker corner of the street.

With his many years of experience in the market, there are often unexpected gains in such places.

And Li Xiaoyi is also the most familiar with such people, he knows them, and when he does black market trading, his reputation is often more reliable than that of people who do normal business.

Sure enough, not long after Li Xiaoyi walked over, a middle-aged woman with a plump body and heavy makeup came over.

She smiled at Li Xiaoyi: "Little brother has something to come out, right?"

Li Xiaoyi pretended to be calm, and said with a calm smile: "There are things, but they are hot, I don't know if you can catch it, eldest sister?"

"Yo, little brother, don't say it, my sister's ancestor is a pancake stall, and the last thing I am afraid of is being hot, but I am afraid of the cold!"

Li Xiaoyi's eyes rolled and said, "Brother, I'm afraid of life, no, I'm waiting for acquaintances here." ”

"People are small and big ghosts! Only your sister and my family dare to do such a worthless business in this realm. Don't worry, my sister won't pit you on the spirit stone, as long as your things are hard enough!"

Li Xiaoyi approached the woman with a smile, inhaled her nose, and the fragrance was fragrant, which provoked the middle-aged woman and said with a smile: "I can't see it, it's really not a raw melon and egg, it has a bit of an old-fashioned taste." ”

Saying that, he stretched out his fair and plump right hand, Li Xiaoyi stretched out his hand at the right time, just took the woman's hand, and turned around and walked into the back alley.

After walking for a while, the middle-aged woman knocked a few times on a broken wooden door eroded by moisture, and the door opened in response, but it was a little girl who was only eleven or twelve years old.

Li Xiaoyi didn't speak, and walked in with the middle-aged woman. The room is not big, but the placement of things is staggered, Li Xiaoyi sat on a bamboo chair unceremoniously, and the little girl quickly came over with tea.

Li Xiaoyi took the tea, casually stuffed a piece of spirit stone to the little girl and said, "Buy candy to eat." ”

The little girl turned back in a panic, and when she saw the middle-aged woman nodding, she happily accepted it, thanked her, and retreated.

The middle-aged woman walked over slowly, her face had long since lost her previous worldly style, and she said to Li Xiaoyi: "You can call me Wen Jingyi, or you can call me Sister Wen." ”

Li Xiaoyi put down the teacup in his hand, and lost the frivolity on his face just now, but he made up nonsense: "Under Li Xiaodao." ”

As he spoke, he pressed his right hand on the storage bag on his waist and buckled it, and a sword weapon of the two heavens had already floated in front of Wen Jingyi.

Wen Jingyi flicked her fingers, the sword sounded softly, and then looked at the word Kunlun on the hilt of the sword, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "Ownerless thing?"

But then, Wen Jingyi looked at Li Xiaoyi with a different gaze: "It's still a magic weapon for sustainability!"

What Wen Jingyi didn't know was that Li Xiaoyi's two swords had already been refined by him with the Nirvana Orb on the way here.

This time it was very surprising that the Nirvana Treasure Bead actually retained the original grade of the magic weapon, which was very different from Li Xiaoyi's previous refining of the Quartet Treasure Mirror and the Thick Earth Banner Leaving the Flag.

So Li Xiaoyi had a vague guess, could it be that the refining of the magic weapon was actually related to his own cultivation?

I saw Li Xiaoyi nodding and said, "Sister Wen, can you see this thing?"

The things sent out in large quantities are naturally not comparable to those magic weapons on the market, whether it is from the material of the magic weapon itself or the refining method, it can steadily defeat those magic weapons of the same level refined by scattered cultivation.

The most commendable thing is that the magic weapon itself can be continuously refined and upgraded!

Unlike other magic weapons, after being snatched from the original owner by others, they can't make the best use of them because of the exercises.

Even if all the breath of the original owner is erased, the magic weapon may lose the opportunity to rise to the level again in the degree of damage in the process.

It is also possible that the quality will be reduced and the refining will never be carried out, and there is no other way than to destroy the raw materials extracted.

"The goods are not bad, hot enough and hot enough, but the portrayal of the word Kunlun is not so easy to remove. ”

Li Xiaoyi understood that this was someone who was going to bargain, so he was not in a hurry, so he picked up the teacup again and continued to drink his tea, without even answering.

Wen Jingyi talked for a long time, and when she saw that Li Xiaoyi didn't have a word here, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in her heart, this is a slippery head!

Li Xiaoyi understands the truth of strange goods too well, and he hasn't done Wen Jingyi's work before, the difference is that things have changed, but the truth is still the same truth.

"Two hundred medium-grade spirit stones, three hundred low-grade spirit stones!" Wen Jingyi finally gave the price.

One medium-grade spirit stone is equal to one hundred lower-grade spirit stones. However, the unearthing rate of medium-grade spirit stones is lower than that of lower-grade spirit stones, so it is even more valuable.

Li Xiaoyi paused, put down the teacup and said, "One price, three hundred medium grades, four hundred lower grades!"

Wen Jingyi frowned, hesitated for a while, and then nodded: "For the first transaction, my sister should give my younger brother a personal price." ”

As he spoke, his palm flicked on the table, and two small piles of fluorescent spirit stones appeared in front of Li Xiaoyi, Li Xiaoyi smiled and put them away unceremoniously.

Then he casually threw it again: "How much do you think this is worth?"

I saw that with the appearance of a blue light, Wen Jingyi had an extra sword weapon in front of her, and there were two words engraved on it, Shushan!