"Qiucheng is worthy of being the junction city of the territory under the jurisdiction of the five major sects, and it is much more lively than Yucheng County and Bayi. ”

"And there are masters everywhere here, I must be more cautious and careful in what I say and act, and I can't embarrass Zhujiantang. ”

Mu Chen sighed from the bottom of his heart, at this time, he had changed out of his bloody clothes, put on a clean disciple's robe, and stood on the streets of Qiucheng to look around.

However, his gaze was not presumptuous, because even the ordinary farmers who passed by, he felt the deep aura in his body, so he sighed again, this place is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

He stretched and pulled himself together.

Although Mu Chen also wanted to visit the downtown area, his pockets were empty, and no matter how prosperous the downtown was, it had nothing to do with him, and the most important thing at the moment was to find a place for the monks to trade demon beast materials first.

Casually finding a stall selling ornaments, Mu Chen carefully observed the other monks, and found that most of the monks were walking in one direction.

Following the crowd and turning a short alley, there was indeed a street in front of him that was different from the scenery in the city, but the scene in front of him at this moment was far from the lively market in Mu Chen's imagination.

The strong man in strange clothes sat on the side of the street, with only a rag in front of him, and put the bits and pieces of demon beast materials on it, and did not shout, and only when the monk stopped would he raise his head.

The dusty wandering Taoist priest passed by Mu Chen, only glanced at this street and alley, then saw a location, walked straight over, drew a circle with his feet on the ground, and took out a broken wooden table from the Qiankun bag, and placed various small bottles of pills, as well as charms drawn with animal blood.

The whole street is lifeless and old-fashioned, and you can see the bottom of the alley at a glance.

Mu Chen continued to walk forward, and he saw some stalls again, but the sellers didn't look very friendly, and some people even pulled strips of cloth in front of their stalls, with a few big words written on them:

[Don't buy and ask the price!]

[Disturb Lao Tzu's cultivation of immortals!]

He stopped inquiring, thinking that it was better not to disturb this kind of stall, and Mu Chen also found that the stalls on both sides of the street seemed to be loose cultivators, that is, those idle people who had no door and no sect to cultivate immortals by themselves.

He had heard Fu Yi talk about it before, saying that there were many loose cultivators outside the seventy-two sects, and he finally saw it today.

Of course, Mu Chen didn't have any opinion on casual cultivation, after all, he had never been in contact, he was just confused, and for some reason he hadn't seen what he wanted to buy.

"Am I in the wrong place, and the babbling bazaar isn't here?"

Mu Chen scratched his head, thinking that he had not found the right place, because the quality of the things sold in these stalls was very low, and it was impossible to use them as the main materials for refining, and the people who visited the stalls here were all casual cultivators, even ordinary big families, and they didn't even see a disciple of the Seventy-Two Sects.

He was about to leave this place, but suddenly he heard someone calling him behind him, and hurriedly looked back.

"Hey, little brother, little brother!"

"Yes, yes, it's you, you come here, you come first!"

Mu Chen saw an old Taoist priest holding a cloth flag, sitting on a wooden bench, and a wooden table next to it, on which were placed a worn-out hand-painted gossip map, and several notes hung under the eaves of the table, which read:

Divination, questioning, face-to-face, naming.

This old Taoist priest has white hair and a ruddy complexion, and he does look like a master with crane bones and fairy style, but his Taoist clothes have been washed white, and there are a few patches at the lower end of his Taoist clothes, which makes people feel strange.

Mu Chen remembered that Fu Yi also said that most of the scattered cultivators who wandered around the Shenzhou Continent were liars who dared to call themselves half-immortals because they had learned some Qimen Dunjia and knew a little about the gossip of the five elements.

They will only talk nonsense to the people, deceive them to eat and drink, and ruin the reputation of the Taoists.

The old Taoist priest in front of him is afraid that he is also this kind of charlatan, but Mu Chen has respected the old and loved the young since he was a child, and this old Taoist also reminded him of his master Qin Xiuzi, so he bowed and asked him.

"Dare to ask the seniors, do you have any advice?"

"Hehe, I don't dare to advise, but I see that little brother, you have turned around here three times, but you have found nothing, I don't know what you are looking for?"

The old Taoist priest looked Mu Chen up and down, with a kind face, and at the same time he spoke very methodically, with a bit of a wide accent, although he was slow, but full of qi, indicating that his body was full of spiritual energy, and his realm was higher than his own.

Mu Chen saw that he didn't open his mouth to flicker, and said something nonsense, such as "dark clouds cover the top, Yintang is black, and his face is dead", as if he really wanted to help himself, so he said the current difficulties.

"Senior, I'm looking for refining materials, and I'm also looking for a place to buy materials. ”

"Hehe, if I'm not wrong, it's the first time you've come to this kind of place, and it's the first time you've left the sect, and you haven't refined immortal weapons before, right?"

The old Taoist squinted and stared at Mu Chen, as if he wanted to see something from the subtle expression on his face, but Mu Chen was still smiling, and his emotions did not fluctuate, so that the old Taoist priest could not see the flaws.

"What the seniors said is that the juniors have just arrived and know very little about the affairs of Autumn City, so they ask the seniors for more guidance. ”

"For example, now that I have some monster materials in my hand, where should I sell them, is there a place in Qiucheng that specializes in purchasing monster materials?"

"If you want to buy materials for refining immortal weapons, where should I go?"

Mu Chen admitted openly, asked frankly, and always was respectful and polite, but let the old Taoist priest swallow the words he had prepared a long time ago, and was embarrassed to ask for money directly.

After all, Mu Chen is a senior, which makes people listen to it so comfortably.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the seniors point out fate to the juniors, and if you open your mouth to talk about money, you will fall behind.

However, the old Taoist priest has also been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and he has a lot of eyes, knowing that when the disciples of the seventy-two sects go down the mountain for the first time, the sect will give a lot of money, so it is not his style to tell the kid in front of him the news in vain.

He rolled his eyes, had distracting thoughts, brushed his beard, and opened his mouth to come.

"This is a place to buy monster materials, naturally there is, but that kind of place is not all the rags, you see what is sold on this street, isn't it even the rags that the buyers don't want. ”

"If the materials in your hand are the same as those from the stalls, don't think about selling them, it's better to keep them yourself, and you may be able to use them when refining them. ”

"I know what you said about buying refining materials, but this person is old and has a bad memory, if you can go to the front stall to help me buy two bottles of refreshing elixir, I should be able to remember." ”

Mu Chen looked in the direction of Lao Dao's finger, and there was indeed a stall not far in front, with bottles and cans on the table, which were written what were refreshing, unforgettable, nourishing yin and nourishing kidneys, and the golden gun did not fall......

Look at the Taoist priest selling medicine behind the stall, with a fat head and big ears, a short body and a round belly, he doesn't look very shrewd, but he looks honest and honest.