Compared with the ancient cities I have been to in my previous life, they may have their own unique charms. But except for a few ancient capitals, they are far inferior to this Starstream City in terms of grandeur.

This is the city of cultivators. A martial artist who has achieved great strength can easily lift a thousand pounds, the technique of a Nazhen monk to move sand and stones is just ordinary, and the means of condensing a monk to consolidate the mysteries and urge the spirit and arrange the spiritual veins are even more unimaginable to mortals. Together, these mystical methods have created a world that is completely different from the previous life, but equally magnificent and magnificent. Every time he realized the wonder of this world more clearly, Meng Tongchen felt more and more that it was really good to be here.

After entering Starstream City, Qian Miao, who led the team, first went to the shop where he usually bought red-veined iron to hand over the goods, and at the same time, he also had to communicate about the trading of magic weapons first. Meng Tongchen can trust the Qian family, so these things are simply entrusted to him. And this time, there were many children of the younger generation of the Qian family who came with the convoy, and Qian Miao left them to accompany Meng Tongchen to hang out in Starstream City.

However, Meng Tongchen was a somewhat introverted student in his previous life, and he spent most of his life still cultivating in this life. Shopping was a whole world away from shopping for him. After the short period of freshness passed, he was a little distracted, his mind diverged, and somehow he jumped to the matter of Yuhuamen again.

In the distance, there happened to be a disciple of the Feather Sect wearing a Taoist robe and hair and carrying a long sword on the side of the street. Behind him, there were several residents of Starstream City, with their palms folded reverently, their eyes closed and their heads bowed, as if whispering something.

This scene made Meng Tongchen more and more curious about how he looked like he was being abducted in a pit. He didn't think he was so lucky, he ran into the real culprit who made the Feather Immortal when he walked around the street. Eighty percent of the reason for this is that quite a few disciples in the Feather Sect are related to the matter of Feather Immortals.

But what's the point? It's understandable that one or two unsatisfactory monks came up with this method to trick and deceive. But if most of the people in the Feather Gate participated, even the master of the Gate would be behind it. Is the small profit really enough for everyone to share the spoils?

With this thought in mind, Meng Tongchen naturally followed the Feather Sect monk. Driven by him, the children of the Qian family naturally moved over. A group of young people who had come to Starstream City for the first time chattered all the way, and although it was eye-catching, it did not arouse the vigilance of the Feather Sect monk.

That Feather Sect monk was obviously not a newcomer like Meng Tongchen who entered the city for the first time. He didn't walk fast, and from time to time he looked left and right, nodding slightly. Following his gaze, there would always be people on the side of the road who saluted reverently. Meng Tongchen silently counted the number of people who saluted, estimated their proportion in Starstream City, and came up with a rather high number. Of course, among these saluteers, Meng Tongchen has not seen the figure of Monk Nazhen.

After waversing two streets, the monk finally stepped into a shop. Meng Tongchen quietly moved over with a group of Qian family disciples, and when he got closer, Meng Tongchen glanced up, and there was a sign with vigorous handwriting hanging on this inconspicuous shop: "Qi Nan Pavilion." ”

"Qi Nan Pavilion. Meng Tongchen silently recited the name of the store twice. It wasn't until the Feather Sect monk came out that he walked in seemingly casually.

Qi Nan Pavilion, as the name suggests. As soon as you enter the door, you will see all kinds of rare wood samples placed in it, and there is even a lack of high-grade spiritual wood. Although there are quite a few Nazhen monks in Starstream City, it is not just a random shop that can put spiritual materials outside. Just looking at this point, it would be a big mistake to despise the small size of the store.

The shopkeeper in the middle of the pavilion sat behind the counter in the depths of the store, crackling and calculating. Meng Tongchen and his party came in, but he didn't even raise his eyelids. The guy on the side hurriedly greeted him and asked politely: "How many guests, do you have a favorite wood?" The shop also undertakes the processing work, if you want to make anything, please ask." ”

Meng Tongchen didn't speak immediately, his eyes slowly swept over the various woods on the shelves, raised his hand and pointed to one of them and said, "This kind of thing, make a small object for a few of them, and you have chosen the style yourself." The latter words were said to the children of the Qian family who came with him, to be precise, except for Qian An.

Qian An took two steps forward, carefully examined the piece of wood, and then said uncertainly: "Liuyu Xiangnan?"

"Good eye for guests. "That's exactly what the shopkeeper who hasn't looked up has said.

The shopkeeper finally put down his abacus at this time and walked out from behind the counter: "It turned out to be two Taoist friends, the little old man was clumsy, don't blame it." This flow of jade fragrant nan is worn close to the body, which can warm the body and purify the mind. It's a little chicken for you and me, but it's just right for children who are forging bodies. ”

The shopkeeper confessed that he was also a Nazhen monk, and his words calmed the children of the Qian family who were far from cultivating enough. After a while, one of them came back to his senses and thanked Meng Tongchen with his hand: "Thank you, Brother Meng." The others also reacted and thanked them one after another.

Meng Tongchen didn't care about this, he just bought things to get close to the shopkeeper in the store, so that he could inquire about the Yuhuamen monks for a while. This kind of wood that is barely enough to reach the side of the low-grade spiritual wood is very cheap, and it is nothing to Meng Tongchen.

I'm thinking about whether to buy something casually before I speak, or pretend to be casual and ask now. Meng Tongchen's gaze swept to one place, and he suddenly paused.

The shopkeeper looked at him and said with a smile: "Dao friendly eyesight, this Lingyan Zinan is the treasure of the store. Buy it back and put it in the house to regulate the aura and cleanse the mind. If it can be refined into a magic weapon, it must also be a good treasure to calm the mind and prevent demons. ”

That Lingyan Zinan, yes, is exactly one. It is a small tree about a foot tall planted in a pot of spiritual water, the bark is light purple, and the layers of spiritual light are faintly visible; its branches and leaves are luxuriant, faintly visible pale yellow tidbits, and the roots and veins are relatively few, accounting for only a small mass in the jade pot containing spiritual water.

However, what really caught Meng Tongchen's attention was really not Lingyan Zinan. In fact, he didn't know these spirit trees at all, just like Liuyu Xiangnan just now, he actually relied on the true qi of life and death to sense the vitality and death intent, and picked out the vitality from these woods, which should be useful to the body forging martial artist to buy.

But the pot of spiritual water under that small tree, he really knew. On the details of the refining materials of the Renshui Tiantao Sword that Liu He gave him, he had seen this kind of spiritual water, and its name was Qianren Water Essence.