It turned out that the captain of the team was still second, and there were actually a few purple-clothed people at the gate of the city who were registering something one by one, so the speed of the team's movement was also quite slow. {Starter}

At this moment, several men dressed in gray walked past Ning Zhe, directly ignoring the long procession, just whispering something to a purple-clothed man at the city gate, and were let in.

Seeing this scene, Ning Zhe snorted coldly, and also walked over the line towards the city, and sure enough, when he was at the gate of the city, a purple-clothed man stopped him: "If you want to enter the city, go to the back to line up, register the information, and then each person will have a hundred lower grade spirit stones, go quickly!"

Ning Zhe pointed to the few gray-clothed people who had just entered inside, and said in a cold voice, "Why don't they have to line up?"

The purple-robed monk was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Ning Zhe. I saw that Ning Zhe was dressed in old clothes at this time, his face was haggard, and he looked like a down-and-out loose cultivator.

The corners of the purple-robed monk's mouth flashed with a hint of sarcasm, and he laughed and said: "Look at your appearance, it's the first time I've come to Zilan City, the master told you that people are from Lianshan City, so naturally there is no need to queue up." It's just whimsical that you still want to cut the queue for a period of loose cultivation in a small sacrificial realm, haha......"

Immediately, the people around laughed, and the eyes that looked at Ning Zhe were full of contempt.

Ning Zhe shook his head, secretly saying that there are really many people in this world who don't open their eyes. Then he took a step forward, his hands behind his back.

And he originally looked extremely haggard, but with this step, the cultivation of the peak of the third stage of the sacrificial realm was suddenly revealed, and the Star Picking Technique was immediately urged, and a strong coercion spread out, directly pressing the purple-robed people in front of him to the ground.

The purple-robed man who spoke just now showed a trace of fear on his face, but he still roared angrily: "Bastard, you actually dare to make trouble in Zilan City, don't you want to live?"

Ning Zhe still didn't say a word, took another step forward, and stepped directly on the purple-robed monk's body, then bent down slightly, put a white token in his hand, and said softly: "You actually dare to underestimate the people of the Snow Palace, don't you want to live?"

The purple-robed monk's face suddenly turned to ashes, the anger on his face disappeared in an instant, his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

Ning Zhe snorted coldly, put away the token, stepped on him and walked towards the city gate, and disappeared in a moment.

The purple-robed monk lay quietly on the ground, not daring to get up for a long time, and several purple-robed people next to him also looked at each other, not knowing what to do......

The unhappiness at the gate of the city did not affect Ning Zhe's mood, at this time he was wandering around the east of Zilan City, and he sighed slightly in his heart, this place is worthy of being called the trading center of the cultivators in the northern Xinjiang, and all the slightly larger streets and facades in the entire Zilan City are sold with things used by cultivators, even when walking on the street, there will be people coming forward from time to time to sell items.

However, it is conceivable whether this kind of person is peddling good or bad, and Ning Zhe is naturally not interested.

Turning around, Ning Zhe finally determined his goal, in the most prosperous area of Zilan City, there is a golden and brilliant building, the door is full of people, it is extremely lively, the golden plaque on the door is shining, and there are three big words written on it: "Hundred Treasure Pavilion!"

Looking at this façade, Ning Zhe couldn't help but think of the Qianzhen Pavilion in the Dan Kingdom, and the face of Elder Chunhui appeared in his mind again, and he didn't know where he was now.

Sighing lightly, and with these thoughts out of his mind, Ning Zhe found an inn not far from the Hundred Treasure Pavilion, and after asking for a room above the Tianzi number, he stayed.

Although this inn is in the middle of the city, the environment is extremely elegant, and there are faint spiritual power fluctuations in the sky above the inn, and there is obviously a large soundproof array, so you can't hear the noise outside at all. And the Tianzi room is even more so, there is actually a small courtyard and garden, which makes Ning Zhe quite satisfied. However, the cost here is really not low, and it actually costs five hundred low-grade spirit stones in one night, which is almost the belongings of some low-level monks.

After Ning Zhe entered the room, he began to meditate and pranayama, and it was not until the dead of night that he slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand to arrange a soundproof light mask, and patted his right hand on the storage bag, and a plant with a faint cyan color appeared in his hand.

This plant is called Dragon Whisker Grass, and it is a necessary thing for refining the Dragon Pill.

HualongdanThis kind of elixir is quite strange, its color and grade are completely affected by the material, if the material prepared is ten years of spiritual grass, then the refining is the lower grade of the dragon pill, if the hundred years of spirit grass, then you can refine the middle grade of the dragon pill, but if it is more than a thousand years of spirit grass, that is the top grade of the dragon pill.

The Lower-Grade Transformation Dragon Pill and the Middle-grade Transformation Dragon Pill can only slightly help the monk improve some cultivation, and the degree of improvement is extremely limited, which is not an unusual thing.

However, the high-grade dragon pill is completely different, if the monk takes a high-grade dragon pill when condensing the natal artifact, then a trace of dragon soul will be born in his natal artifact, and the power of the natal artifact will be greatly enhanced.

The age of this dragon's beard grass is judged by the dragon's whiskers on its branches, and those below three beards are ten years, and those below five beards are one hundred years, and the thousand-year-old dragon's beard grass is at least seven beards. However, in the entire Western Continent, the Dragon Whisker Grass of the Seven Whiskers is already an extremely precious spirit grass, and I am afraid that only a few of them will exist in large sects like the Land of Moonlight and the Snow Palace.

Ning Zhe glanced at the dragon beard grass in his hand, which only had two whiskers, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, put the piccolo to his mouth, and blew it gently. This time, he was not stingy with his spiritual power, but urged with all his might, only to see a thick green mist fly out of the hole of the flute and sink into the dragon whisker grass.

After only a few breaths, the dragon beard grass began to shake violently, and then flew into the air, and its color gradually darkened.

Just under the original two dragon whiskers, two fine lines actually cracked, and two dragon whiskers began to appear slowly......

The sky was getting brighter, and there was silence all night. Ning Zhe, who was sitting on the couch, opened his eyes, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although the effect of this flute is extremely magical, it is too overbearing. He just urged a dragon beard grass, and he actually exhausted all the spiritual power in his body.

By Ning Zhe's side, although the size of the dragon whisker grass, which was originally several inches long, had not changed in the slightest, the dragon whiskers on it had actually reached as many as eight.

"It's such a waste, in one night, I actually only catalyzed an eight-whiskered dragon beard grass, it seems that my cultivation still needs to be improved. Ning Zhe shook his head and muttered.

If these words were heard by other monks, they would definitely vomit blood and die directly, knowing that one night's kung fu could catalyze a thousand-year-old spirit grass, which was beyond the scope of all monks' cognition, and it was not an exaggeration to call it against the sky, but Ning Zhe was still not satisfied......

Opening the door, Ning Zhe walked directly to the Hundred Treasure Pavilion, but he came to the door of the store in a moment, it was still early at the moment, and there were not many people at the door, but there were many maids in goose yellow dresses waiting in the door.

Seeing Ning Zhe coming, a maid at the front hurriedly stepped forward and said with a slight blessing: "This son, welcome to the Hundred Treasure Pavilion!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and let Ning Zhe inside.

Ning Zhe chuckled and walked in, and there was a golden screen in front of him, and after bypassing the screen, the main hall was there.

This main hall is dozens of zhang wide, and there are few guests at this time, so it looks deserted. The maid let Ning Zhe to a table and served a cup of tea before asking in a low voice, "This son, do you want to buy or sell something?"

Ning Zhe's fingers knocked on the table a few times before he said in a deep voice: "Call your shopkeeper out, you can't be the master of my business." ”

The maid was stunned for a moment, the smile on her face suddenly froze, and after looking at Ning Zhe carefully, she looked at Ning Zhe carefully again before she said softly: "This son, our shopkeeper is busy, if you don't have much to do, the little girl can call the shots." ”

This maid had obviously undergone strict training, and although Ning Zhe was dressed ordinarily at this time, she did not speak disrespectfully or sneer.

Ning Zhe smiled, then stood up and said, "Okay, if you don't come out, then I can only go to another house, you really can't be the master of my deal." ”

So saying, he walked out the door.

Just as he was about to walk out the door, a hand reached out from the side and stopped in front of him. A voice sounded in his ears: "Your tone is not small, what good things are there, take them out and let Young Master Ben see." ”

Ning Zhe's brows furrowed, and he sighed lightly, secretly saying that this kind of nosy person is indispensable everywhere. He raised his eyes and saw a young man dressed in white standing in front of him, and there was a faint fluctuation of spiritual power on the white clothes, which was obviously a defensive talisman treasure.

Behind this young man, several men in black were looking at Ning Zhe vigilantly, as if he was about to make a move at the slightest move.

With Ning Zhe's thoughts, he could see at a glance that this person should be the young master of a big family or something, and he was used to being domineering, and when he heard Ning Zhe say that there was a big deal, he committed the young master's heart and wanted to insert a bar.

In his previous life, he was the third son of the Domain Lord's Mansion, and when it came to doing this kind of thing, he was the ancestor of this person, so he was not very angry in his heart. （http:／／）。

Just glanced at him, and said calmly: "This matter has nothing to do with you, dodge." ”

After he said this, a man behind the man in white stepped forward and shouted, "Bastard, dare to speak to my son-in-law like this, can you eat the guts of a leopard?"

Ning Zhe's face sank, and the essence of his two eyes skyrocketed, shooting straight into the man's eyes.

"Ahh

The man only felt that his eyes lit up, and his eyes felt as if they had been pricked by needles, and the pain was unbearable, and he immediately collapsed to the ground.

Ning Zhe said lightly: "For people with dog eyes, Jin Mou has always had no good feelings, hurry up and get out of my way!"

The man in white didn't even look at his subordinates who were paralyzed on the ground behind him, but instead burst out laughing, his laughter full of disdain and arrogance......