After leaving the border of Hanzhou, there was a large mountain range across the three states, Fang Nan muttered for a moment outside the south mountain range, abandoned the horse and slowly entered the mountain road. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not because the horse can't cross the mountain road, it's just because he wants to test a few small tricks he has just learned.

Although Liang Yi didn't have any exercises and supernatural powers worth learning in his memory, after all, he was a monk who had been refining qi for more than ten years, and those basic low-level spells that everyone in the immortal cultivation world could still do.

Fang Nan made a brief estimate that there were seven low-level techniques that Liang Yi could know, and with his current cultivation at the second level of qi refining, except for the "Ice Spike Technique" and the "General Knowledge Technique", the remaining five could be tried.

The "Wind Resisting Technique" is one of the most frequently used by low-level monks, and is often used to rush and chase enemies. Even a cultivator at the first level of Qi refining, when the spiritual energy is sufficient, can travel five or six hundred miles a day.

In Fang Nan's current storage bag, he was reluctant to use the two middle-grade spirit stones, and he didn't cherish the low-level spirit stones he got from Liang Yi so much.

There are enough spirit stones, and if he only uses the Wind Resisting Technique, it will be more than enough to support him for a month, which is one of the reasons why he decided to abandon the horse.

Reciting the mantra of the Wind Resisting Technique silently in his heart, the aura in his body surged, and in the next moment, Fang Nan's whole person was like a wild horse, galloping towards the mountain road at an incredible speed.

Three steps and one touch, five feet and one long leap, at this moment, Fang Nan is carrying his hands behind his back, the breeze is in his ears, the remnant sun is in the mountains, and his clothes are fluttering, adding a little bit of freedom.

In contrast, when he was at the peak of the Martial Emperor in his previous life, although his speed was far higher than this when he ran with all his strength, but when he thought about it a little, he felt that his posture was really devoid of grace.

After a stick of incense, Fang Nan slowed down, his fingers flexed and stretched slightly, and as soon as his mind moved, a half-inch-long fireball appeared above his fingertips out of thin air.

With a slight flick, the fireball immediately shot out and landed in a rocky open place.

Rumble!

The sound of a huge explosion pierced through the forest in an instant, Fang Nan's footsteps did not stop, at this moment he was already ten zhang away, and when he looked back, there were at least seven or eight huge rocks half a man high that no longer existed.

Next, Fang Nan tried the basic techniques such as "Wind Wall Technique" and "Floating Light Technique" one by one, and the effects were somewhat beyond his previous expectations.

His eyes condensed slightly, just these low-level spells have such power, if they are well combined, those so-called old monsters of the rivers and lakes will not survive even half a cup of tea in the hands of a first-level Qi refining cultivator.

Thinking back to the experience in Nantang Prefecture City, I feel that there are really many thrills in it, if it weren't for Liang Bai and the others treating themselves as mortals, I am afraid that even if they set a trap and sneak attack, they would not want to get half a penny.

Looking up at the sky that was about to fall into darkness, Fang Nan had to put down his mind first, patted the storage bag on his waist, took out a spirit stone, and accelerated to the road while recovering his spiritual energy.

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Hanzhou is one of the seventeen states in the Jin Kingdom, and it is the smallest one in the region.

Therefore, in the entire immortal cultivation world of Hanzhou, only one fang market was set up for trading between monks.

Liang Yi has been in the WTO for more than ten years, and he has been to several states in the south of the Jin Kingdom, so with the memory he has gained, he has no difficulty finding Hanzhoufang City, which is located on a mountain range more than 100 miles southwest of the state capital.

Most of the fang markets are the same as the sects, built on the mountains with more abundant spiritual energy, which is convenient for setting up prohibitions to isolate the mortal world, and many fang markets have the backs of the big sects behind them, and it is also convenient for their own disciples to cultivate by occupying an extra spiritual vein.

There are many rules in the market, one of which is to prohibit any private fighting, but anyone who does it within the scope of the market will be regarded as a provocation to the sect behind it.

The monk who dares to do it, the fate can be imagined.

After all, at this time, Fang Nan was only at the second level of qi refining in the eyes of other monks with their divine senses, and it was inevitable that some people would think carefully, but in Fang City, it was undoubtedly much safer.

After passing through the clouds formed by the prohibition and entering the Fang City from the south, Fang Nan's gaze fell on both sides of the street in front of him.

Signs fluttering, stalls crowded, shops lined up on both sides, and if it weren't for the monks walking among them, he would almost have thought he had returned to the hustle and bustle of his past life.

After taking a few steps after merging into the flow of people, Fang Nan stopped in front of a stall at random, the stall owner was a middle-aged man in his forties, but he was still a fifth-level Qi refining cultivator, it seemed that this life basically stopped here.

Looking at the stall, Fang Nan frowned slightly, these were obviously very low-level items, but he could only recognize less than one percent.

Obviously, the memory fragments obtained from Liang Yi still have many flaws, after all, with the current soul power of his own, he still can't perfectly perform the soul searching Dafa.

After leaning down and picking it up for a while, Fang Nan picked up a small dark blue porcelain bottle and said with a casual look: "How do you sell this bottle of Yellow Marrow Pill?"

The stall owner originally lowered his head and looked at a pair of jade slips with relish, but when he heard the words, he looked up, and saw that he was just a young man on the second floor of qi refining, and he only asked about things that were not very valuable, so he immediately lost interest, looked at the jade slip again, and said lazily in his mouth: "A bottle of two spirit stones, if you want to buy more, you can get one or two cheaper." ”

The Yellow Marrow Pill is one of the most commonly used low-level pills for Qi refining monks, but it only has a significant effect on monks below the fourth layer of Qi refining, which is why the stall owner has no choice but to take it out and sell the spirit stone.

"There is no pill in the storage bag I got before, but this yellow marrow pill is of great use to me......" Fang Nan pondered for a moment, then groped around his waist for a moment and took out ten spirit stones.

"Fellow Daoist, ten spirit stones, I have wrapped your six bottles of elixir, I don't know ......" Fang Nan put the spirit stone down and said.

"Take it, take it, pick what else you need quickly, don't keep bothering me. The stall owner obviously saw the fascination and was too lazy to bother with this kind of small business, so he immediately waved his hand and didn't look at the authenticity.

Fang Nan didn't say anything more, put away the pill, got up and continued to look along the street.

While searching, an angry shout suddenly came from a stall not far away: "Zheng Hao, you bastard boy, it's been almost half an hour since Lao Tzu asked you to change the spirit stone, why haven't you come back yet!"

"Daddy, I'm not rushing here!" Before he could see the source of the voice, a fascinated little fat man on Fang Nan's left who was squatting in front of the puppet stall suddenly stood up in a panic, shouted a promise, and hurriedly squeezed towards the back.

"Oh, I'm sorry, this Daoist brother, I'm really sorry......" When passing by Fang Nan, the little fat man stumbled and almost knocked him to the ground.

The anger flashed away, Fang Nan turned around with a calm face, but saw that the little fat man looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, and apologized repeatedly, but it was not easy to say anything.