Yunlang City, with a population of tens of thousands, covers an area of hundreds of miles, which is obviously sparsely populated compared to mortal cities.

This is also due to the fact that monks are so powerful that they can easily build some very large mansions compared to mortals.

The monk needs a large enough space for privacy, so there is no need to crowd it like a mortal.

Leaving the small courtyard, Shi Chen had already prepared a gorgeous carriage outside, pulled by eight snow-white horses, the carriage was gilded and carved, and the decoration was gorgeous.

The white horse pulling the cart could not find a single stray hair. But He Qi saw Shi Chen's embarrassment from this.

How could a monk who really talked about pomp and circumstance have a mortal horse to pull the cart! At worst, it had to be a first-order demon beast dragon scale horse.

The carriage left the courtyard in neat steps, and arrived at Lingding Fang about half an hour later.

Lingding Fang, covering an area of hundreds of acres, is not a small house.

It doesn't look like a place to do business, but it is a bit like the official yamen, with eight burly men at the door, with a steady bearing standing left and right, holding a ghost-headed golden knife, a picture of not being angry and arrogant.

This scene is actually common in many small forces, the Tianyan Sword Sect monopolizes the Southern Wilderness, so that there is no need to pretend to be majestic in front of people, and these small forces must make themselves as if they are bullish and coaxed, in order to deter some people with bad intentions.

Of course, these small forces don't just rely on pretense, their real ability is enough to crush the general casual cultivation, and this kind of small force, the means of dealing with the scattered cultivation are even worse, the Fang Market near the Tianyan Sword Sect is a very fair deal, no one dares to eat black, but like this kind of small situation force to open a Fang Market, there are cats in the open and in the dark.

Wang Fengjun was already waiting in Lingding Fang, this gentleman was like a shrewd businessman like yesterday.

Selling the treasure of the town store is obviously not an ordinary process of paying money to take the goods and leaving, and buying this superb spiritual weapon-level medicine tripod is clearly for the use of the Dan Master. The Wang family is also a very business-minded family, so they naturally know the importance of customers, and they began to attack who wants to use Danding, and the other party's Dan Dao level.

After all, for a small city like Yunlang City, a third- or fourth-level Dan Master could change the pattern of several major family forces in the city.

After Shi Chen helped with the nonsense, Wang Fengjun ordered someone to get three so-called treasures of the town store.

Three large tripods are placed in the living room. He Qi felt a not weak divine sense entering from the courtyard, and it was obvious that there were also monks in the late stage of the iQue in this Danding Fang.

In the absence of a dragon and tiger real person, the iQue monks still did not dare to come to the Danding Fang to spread wild.

He Qi glanced at it and looked at the three of the Remnant Yang Ding, the Silver Light Ding and the Jin Hongding Ding, although this was the treasure of the town store, but it was inferior to the Ziguang Ding given by Zhang Qiling that day.

"Brother Du, which one can you like?" Wang Fengjun asked with a slight smile.

He Qi slapped the half-human-tall golden medicine tripod beside him with his palm and said, "That's it!"

Wang Fengjun asked with a slight surprise: "Brother Du, don't you want this remnant yang tripod? There is one more prohibition on this medicine tripod!"

He Qi replied as usual: "No, just this Jin Hongding", in their puzzled color, He Qi was charged again, "I like the color of this Jin Hongding, gold looks classy, festive, I like it!"

Shi Chen and Wang Fengjun were stunned when they heard this.

Yesterday, the price was negotiated, and he handed over 2,050 medium-grade spirit stones.

This is only a preliminary purchase of the medicine ding, and He Qi also intends to purchase some valuable elixirs in this city. Several major families have operated elixirs in the city. Shi Chen led He Qi to the Shi family's elixir shop first.

He Qi secretly thought that everything would be much easier to do with him, and sure enough, after getting back into the carriage, Shi Chen whispered:

"Brother Du, I still have a little influence in my Shi's medicine workshop, in fact, before the first half of the year, my family's fairy herb workshop was still in charge of me, and I know the reserve price of all kinds of elixirs here, brother, I try my best to urge the fairy herb to sell the elixir to you at the lowest price, but when you supply the elixir to me, the price should also be correspondingly the most discounted."

This is a matter that is harmful to public interests and private interests, he is willing to do it, and He Qi is of course willing to laugh at the low-cost spiritual herbs.

After another half an hour, the carriage stopped, He Qi lifted the curtain, only to see the scenery in front of the quiet, not like the lively market, the first thing that catches the eye is a white jade archway about ten zhang high, engraved with "elixir to the sky" above.

This kind of memorial arch is not sheltered from the wind, nor does it block the rain, but the monk is keen to repair this, the memorial arch means the status and the door of the painting, here to build such a letter white jade archway is to announce to the world the noble identity of the monk, with at the same time also in the warning of everyone over this archway step, this is the territory of the fairy grass square.

After passing through this archway, it is a courtyard-style building fairy grass workshop, but people come and go here, some people like to walk out from the inside, a radiant look, obviously the price of the spirit grass just sold made him extremely satisfied.

The entrance of Xiancaofang is more elaborate than Lingding Fang, and there are six streams standing at the door.

At this time, the weather was very clear, and the line of sight was also very open, and a river more than 20 zhang wide behind the fairy grass square passed through a corner of the residential courtyard and finally flowed into the distance. The willows on the shore drooped slightly, and the branches and leaves were quietly blown by the breeze and slowly fluttered.

There was a confused cloud floating above the water surface, this is the downstream of the jasper stream, the river is gentle, and the water potential is less surging and more soft.

Furthermore, on the bank of the river below, there is a large ship moored with carved beams and paintings, which occupies one-third of the river surface, and every year the ores, elixirs and other specialties produced by the Purple Mist Mountain Range are transported along the river with this big ship to the main city of Zezhou, thousands of miles away.

There was a faint fragrance of elixir in the air in the fairy grass workshop, and Shi Chen's expressions changed slightly, looking a little surprised.

"Xiao Dezi, where is your master?" Shi Chen didn't care about other people's eyes, and shouted at a fifteen or sixteen-year-old guy.

The man hesitated for a moment and then replied, "Master is looking at the Jiang Pavilion in the back!"

Shi Chen smiled, led He Qi and walked towards the back house.

"Hey, hey, Third Young Master"

Shi Chen turned his head suddenly, and asked with a chill on his fat face, "What are you calling the master?"

The kid's face was embarrassed, and Nono didn't say anything.

Shi Chen said: "It's nothing, you make a few pots of good tea and send them to Wangjiang Pavilion."

"Ah...... Hey"

He Qijian knew slightly, and from this trivial matter, it could be seen that Shi Chen's influence in the Immortal Grass Workshop was extremely small, and even calling a subordinate was a bit ineffective. He Qi's hopes for this trip were greatly reduced.

On a small slope behind this fairy grass workshop, there is a boxy old stone pavilion, about two zhang high, about five or six zhang long and wide.

An old man sat cross-legged in the pavilion, motionless, like a stone carving, like the vines climbing on the stone pavilion.

Shi Chen stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master Leng is so elegant!"

The withered figure had his hands clasped together in front of him, his fingers crossed, and he had obviously entered a certain state of cultivation.

But this Shi Sangongzi wanted to wake people up without any eyes.