Zong Xiu decided to go to Fang City first.

Feiyun shuttle swept through the layers of mountains and mountains, out of the mountain gate, and then only half an hour, he saw a big lake surrounded by mist, Zong Xiu knew that it was formed by the formation.

There is a dirt road along the shore of the lake, and people come and go on the road, all disappearing from the fog and suddenly appearing from the fog.

A pavilion was built alone on the side of the road, and an old man leaned on the porch.

Zong Xiu let Feiyun Suo fall to the ground, and then put away the magic weapon, attracting the sideways eyes of people nearby. After all, the vast majority of monks are worried about the spirit stones that cultivate the elixir, and those who can have flying magic weapons are not simple people.

However, Zong Xiu had already changed the clothes of the true disciples of the sect before going out, so they couldn't make up their minds, and they just secretly guessed which big family it was.

As soon as Zong Xiu saw the appearance of the old man in the pavilion, he knew that it was similar to the beast hunter's camp that was hired to maintain the formation, and also played the role of collecting fees.

Zong Xiu entered the pavilion and asked, "Uncle, what conditions do you need to enter the Fang City?"

"A spirit stone enters once, or a one-time payment of fifteen spirit stones, within a month, you can enter and exit at will. ”

The old man didn't raise his head, and what he said was weak, obviously the same words had been repeated countless times, and he couldn't lift his spirits.

A spirit stone entered once, which was much more expensive than the beast hunter's camp, but for Zong Xiu now, there was no need to worry about these for a long time, he took out fifteen spirit stones and said, "Count it for me for a month first." ”

The old man replied, "Yes." ”

Then he took out something that looked like a jade plaque and said, "Drop a drop of essence blood on the jade plaque." ”

Zong Xiuqi said: "Why is this?"

The old man said: "People who enter the market for the first time need to do this, this is registration. One is to ensure your safety, and the other is to track down if there are small people who cause trouble in the market. ”

Zong Xiu suddenly said, "I'm a disciple of the Yin Soul Sect, and I also need to register?"

The old man raised his head slightly, and his face was no longer a wooden expression, there were always some changes, but he still said: "You still need to register, but as long as the sect token is issued, I can verify it." ”

Zong Xiu nodded, handed over the sect token, and the old man was about to take it, but his face suddenly changed, and then he stood up, showed a smile, and said: "It's the true senior brother, in Xia Wu Desheng, he used to be a disciple of the outer sect of the sect, but now he retreats and does some errands here." ”

Seeing that the old man didn't take the token, Zong Xiu frowned slightly, and said, "No need to check?"

Wu Desheng bowed, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together with a smile, and he said respectfully: "I don't need to, the inner disciples don't need to verify when they enter, the formation has its own induction, not to mention that the senior brother is a true inheritance, only those outer disciples and visitors need to register and pay." ”

Zong Xiu said with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that others will snatch a true token and go in and do nonsense?"

Wu Desheng hurriedly replied: "How can it? Who has the audacity to pretend to be the true inheritance of our Yin Soul Sect? Moreover, there is also a sect supervision deacon in it, and if he is caught, it will be the end of soul refining." ”

Zong Xiu said, "With the deacon of the sect in charge, does it seem redundant for you to register the newcomers?

Wu Desheng smiled and said: "Naturally, I don't dare, but there are many people, and we are afraid that those who don't open their eyes don't know the severity, and these little things are not in the hands of the deacons of the sect, so we need to deal with them." ”

This is one reason, and there should be another one. Zong Xiu saw that it was quite lively here, there were people coming and going on the avenue, and most of these people were definitely not inner disciples, so they must have to pay a monthly fee, so it was a lot of money.

However, Wu Desheng didn't say this, and Zong Xiu also knew that it should not be the rules set by the sect, but the people below, so he picked out the outer disciples and passers-by who had no background.

As for how it is divided, whether it is greasy or not, the sect doesn't care, so why bother to do much about it? Maybe this is the acquiescence of the sect.

Zong Xiu put away the token and headed straight for the thick fog.

The scenery changed for a while, and Zong Xiu had passed through the big array and entered the Fang City.

The square market here is established along the shore of the lake, all kinds of pavilions are on the water, the pavilions and willows are dotted among them, and the lake is rippling, and it becomes a beautiful scenery by itself.

The shops in the market are all exquisite small pavilions, with cornices and corners, carved pilasters, and various plaques hanging above the front.

Zong Xiu looked as he walked, looking for a large shop, but saw that all the shops were about the same size, and he didn't see a branch of the Yun family's shop, which was much larger than other shops like the beast hunter's camp or Longjiang Market Town.

Murong Rou said that the Fang City here was jointly funded by Yun and Shu, and it stands to reason that the shops should be very obvious, but for some reason they can't find it.

Zong Xiu had a lot of contacts with the Yun family's shop, and most of the various things and magic weapons were purchased from the Yun shop, and he even had a token given by Yun Shuying.

In the past, I went to the Yun shop because the big shop had its own reputation, so I would be more relieved, but now although I don't have to worry about someone ignoring his spirit stone, the goods in the big shop will be more complete, so I don't have to run around to find it.

But there are no Yun's shops here, and Zong Xiu can only forget it, it's a big deal to run a few more, there will always be a suitable one.

was about to enter a casual shop, and suddenly found that the plaque in front of him said Yun's shop, but the façade of this shop was not large, and the denomination was not conspicuous, so he ignored the past.

Zong Xiu felt strange in his heart, it stands to reason that Yun's shop should not be like this, but after entering the door, he found that it was surprisingly wide inside, and the customers were bustling, and the business was very hot.

Seeing someone coming in, a maid greeted her and said with a smile: "This senior brother, what do you need?"

Zong Xiu asked, "Is there that kind of armor that covers the whole body?"

The maid was stunned for a moment, and was wondering why the monk wanted to fight armor, when she suddenly thought of a possibility, her face suddenly changed, and she said respectfully: "Back to the seniors, there are." ”

"Senpai?"

Zong Xiu let go of the spiritual pressure without reservation, and said with a smile: "You can see clearly, I am just an eighth-layer cultivator of the Qi Induction Realm. ”

The maid was obviously relieved, and when Zong Xiu saw this, she said curiously: "Why, isn't the shop as big as the customer, the better? I'm not a Ning Yuan Realm monk, but you seem happier?"

The maid smiled a little embarrassedly, then lowered her voice and whispered, "I called you Senior Brother at the beginning, if you are really a senior in the Ning Yuan Realm, then it proves that I am wrong." One is that it may make the predecessors of Ning Yuan Realm unhappy, and the other is that the shop waiters need eyesight the most, if I recognize the wrong person and be known by the shop, I may lose this livelihood. ”21010