"There are more than 100,000 colleagues who came this time, and now most of them have gone to the monstrous peak... Now there are thousands of stalls, and there are indeed a lot of wonderful things, but they are mixed, and it depends on their eyesight.

"The Sanqing Immortal Sect took out a fortune-winning elixir, which will be auctioned at a later date, this is the best elixir, it is a remnant of the power of the ancient immortal realm, it is said that there were originally only ten pieces, and only five pieces have been left so far... It's a truly priceless treasure, and this time it's actually put up for auction..."

"In addition, the two Tianjiao of Western Shenzhou also set up a small ring, saying that they would challenge the world's refining geniuses and encourage each other, even our elders Zhu were invited..."

While listening to Mo Yi's introduction, Xiang Yang looked up at the giant peak that was getting closer and closer in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart.

What a monstrous peak, this shape, vividly appears to be a gluttonous appearance.

The stomach contains everything, swallows all directions, and the cow boss has bad intentions, which means to make a fortune?

This old guy is obviously immeasurably rich, but this bad taste that is cheap is estimated to remain unchanged in this life.

Although the monstrous peak is much shorter than the Xianniu Peak, but the mountain is more huge, on one side, half of the mountain peaks form an inward arc from top to bottom, just like a huge mouth that rises up, and the city of Nafang is in this giant mouth.

It is a valley almost trapped in the belly of the mountain, it is not big from the outside, but in fact, there is a hole inside, there are dozens of miles in a radius, it is simply divided into five parts, southeast, northwest and center, the bustling crowd and the dense stalls, so that Xiang Yang has a kind of illusion of returning to the Wanbao Pavilion of Dunhe City and the ruins of Beihai.

According to his intuition, the cow boss must be mixed in, and maybe this temporary market was opened to satisfy his hobby of practicing stalls, but there were too many people here, and it was inconvenient to use spiritual sense to investigate, and there was no trace of him for a while.

Along with them, there were also a few disciples of the Ten Thousand Law Immortal Sect, who cultivated to the late Yuan Infant stage and the Nine Transformations, and they were considered to be the leaders in their own sects, but in this place where the geniuses of the Five Divine Prefectures gathered, they were inconspicuous.

Beside this, there was a casual monk with a stall, it was a nine-turn genius with a longevity of only a few hundred, and several people were hanging out together, but Xiang Yang was the most eye-catching, without him, the realm of this Dan period was too low, and it was too conspicuous...

The stalls of the overlord sect are all in the center, and according to Shen Yan, his own Wanfa Immortal Sect has also arranged for his disciples to set one up, mainly selling some charms, array plates, as well as some exercises and pills.

The so-called Wanfa Immortal Sect is not famous for its cultivation realm, but for its erudition, and the Wanfa Immortal Sect has the largest Tibetan scripture pavilion in the entire mountain and sea realm, and also has the most ancient exercises and formation records.

More than 10,000 years ago, there was also a Pingyun True Emperor, and the study of the formation method has been promoted to the realm, but it is a pity that he has not obtained the spiritual fire of heaven and earth, and he can't go too far on the way of refining, and finally found another way and became a master of spells.

Some of the talismans left in his hands have now become out of print, such as a kind of treasure talisman that moves thousands of miles, which is a real life-saving thing, and now there are more than ten pieces of the entire Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Sect.

There are two in Lu Ya'er's hand, and Xiang Yang has also studied them, if you want to say that the formation, with the help of Tianyan, it is not difficult, but the rune paper used is refined by the wings of the cicada in the 10,000-year sky, which is an extremely rare thing, even he has never seen it.

This time, I took out one too.

Thousands of stalls, except for some loose cultivation, almost every sect has taken out its own proud treasures, and there are many unknown things, many of which even the seller doesn't know what to use, just look at the uniqueness and put it away, and now when he finds an opportunity, he will randomly mark a high price to try his luck.

With Tianyan in his body, such a market has almost become a treasure place for Xiang Yang to pick up leaks, he is not in a hurry, he just walks slowly, and it doesn't take long for him to distance himself from Shen Yan and them.

Along the way, there are indeed a lot of good things, but the price is not cheap, nor is it a much-needed thing, so there is no interest in bargaining.

The stalls here are casually distributed, and they are not divided into any sect regions, the former stall owner may also be from the East Shenzhou, and the next one may be from the South Shenzhou, but in general, it is still dominated by the Middle Shenzhou, after all, there are the benefits of the landlord, and there are not many sects that can really come from other Shenzhou.

Comparatively, Xiang Yang was more interested in some of the things at hand, such as the current one.

It was a young man with clear eyebrows, with a shy smile on his face, his head lowered, fiddling with a few milky white things in front of him, and from time to time he looked up at the sect disciples beside him, and his eyes revealed a hint of envy.

He was wearing a robe with wisps of silver thread, with a trace of vitality fluctuations, which was obviously also a defensive magic weapon, but there was a gap in the east and a hole in the west on the robe, and it was already broken.

He estimated that he was shy in his pocket, and he was reluctant to even open the function of the illusion, so he wore it casually, revealing a piece of moon-white lining that had been somewhat yellowed, and around his waist, he was tied with an ordinary green jade belt, which was not a magic weapon of Sumeru, and a long sword behind his back was cleanly cared for, and even the blood-red silk sword spike was as bright as new.

Next to him sat an old man with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, holding a white jade dry tobacco pouch, taking a few sips from time to time, and then knocking the young man's head with a cigarette stick: "Xiao Yizi, shout... Where did you get the business if you didn't shout? Your master, I'm still waiting for the opening to go there and get some phantom cigarettes to smoke!"

The young man had a bitter face, opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound, and later, the old man couldn't hold it back, and directly carried him aside, and he knocked on those few things with a cigarette stick and roared: "Take a look at it, don't miss it when you pass by! The real aphrodisiac treasure, 100 million years of lewd dragon weed, good things... Take it back, whether it is alchemy or brewing, it has a miraculous effect, to protect you a pillar of optimus, majestic, eat for three days, the mother-in-law can't stand it, eat for a month, the bed can't stand it!"

The old man is not big, but his voice is not small, the key is that the more he shouts, the more obscene the voice becomes, and from time to time he squeezes his eyebrows around, throwing out a deep meaning of the wink, the young man sat next to him with a red face, and then looked at the strange gazes cast by some young female cultivators in the crowd, and almost got into the crack in the ground.

Xiang Yang was originally next to their stall, looked at the pieces of 100-million-year-old lewd dragon weed, and squatted down with a smile.

"Boss, how do you sell this thing?"