At an entrance to Ziyanfang City, Meng Xuan and Zhen Youqian showed the token of the outer disciple of the Ziwei Sword Sect before they were released.

"Damn! The gatekeepers are all innate peaks!" Meng Xuan glanced at the entrance guards and said secretly.

The interior of Ziyanfang City is similar to that of Qingxuan City in Lanling Kingdom, Meng Xuan scans the passers-by on the road from time to time, but the cultivation of these people greatly exceeds Meng Xuan's expectations. Almost all of them have cultivation, more than one percent of them are in the innate realm, and from time to time there are immortal cultivators in the foundation building realm walking by, and occasionally you can see immortal cultivators with a red soul power level. Meng Xuan felt like he had entered a skeleton-level dungeon, and any elite mob could beat him.

"Brother Zhen, where am I going now?" Meng Xuan asked.

Zhen Youqian said with a smile: "Hey, hey, hey! It's not easy to come to such a lively place! Of course, it's to go chic!"

Looking at Zhen Youqian's lewd appearance, Meng Xuan was a little uncertain and said, "Brother Zhen is talking about ......?"

"Waha! Ziyanfang City actually has a green building-Piaoxiang Pavilion! When I came back, the little brother didn't have many spirit stones on him, so he didn't dare to go! When he left, he notified the little brother's family through the Treasure Pavilion to send a golden ticket over! I will go to the Treasure Pavilion to get the money first, and then I will go to the Piaoxiang Pavilion! Brother Meng! The little brother has a treat today! Wowhahaha!" Zhen Youqian laughed.

"Uh~!"

Finally came to Ziyanfang City and actually went to Qinglou? Meng Xuan suddenly had a feeling of making friends accidentally and entering a pit!

After Meng Xuan followed Zhen Youqian through four or five streets, he came to a six-story attic, and there was a plaque hanging on the third floor of the attic - Treasure Pavilion! Zhen Youqian led Meng Xuan into the Treasure Pavilion.

"Steward Wang, is there any news about the matter that I asked for last month?" Zhen Youqian said.

"Oh! It's Zhen Gongzi! Yes! Yes! This is a bill! Zhen Gongzi sent 100,000 taels of golden tickets to his home! Does Zhen Gongzi want a golden ticket? Or do you want to exchange it for a spirit stone?" said the king.

"Hmm... Let's exchange 300 spirit stones for the next one, and then talk about the rest!" Zhen Youqian thought for a moment and said.

"Well, Young Master Zhen, please wait!" Steward Wang nodded.

After a while, a small servant carried a large bag of spirit stones and a stack of golden tickets and handed them to the king steward. After the Wang steward counted it, he handed it over to Zhen Youqian with his own hands, and asked Zhen Youqian to sign and pledge the bill.

Zhen Youqian put the golden ticket in his arms, and the big bag full of spirit stones hung on his waist, leading Meng Xuan out of the Treasure Pavilion step by step.

"Hey, hey, hey, Brother Meng, let's hurry up! The little brother can't wait to find out, if the Hongchen woman in Xianmenfang City is also stained with fairy energy!hey, hey, hey!" Zhen Youqian smiled lewdly.

Meng Xuan suddenly felt an urge to strangle this dead fat man in his heart!

was taken by Zhen Youqian and walked in Ziyanfang City for nearly half an hour before he came to the downtown area of Ziyanfang, in front of an eight-story attic more than 20 zhang high, and the attic plaque was written - Piaoxiang Pavilion!

Meng Xuan and Zhen Youqian walked to the gate of the Piaoxiang Pavilion nearly three zhang wide.

An old bustard greeted him with a smile: "The two sons want to enter this Floating Fragrance Pavilion?"

"Of course, I'm all at the door of Piaoxiang Pavilion, where else can I go?"

"This... If the two sons want to enter the Piaoxiang Pavilion, hehe......" The old bustard smiled and stretched out a hand in front of Zhen Youqian.

"Well, this son understands!!Here you go!" Zhen Youqian took a spirit stone from the spirit stone bag and put it in the old bustard's hand, and then pulled Meng Xuan in.

"Eh~!This son!" The old bustard hurriedly stopped in front of Zhen Youqian and Meng Xuan, and said with a smile: "This son! Hehe!

"What?

"Hmph, poor ghost! Two disciples from outside the sect also want to enter this Piaoxiang Pavilion? Hahaha! I laughed to death this son!" At this time, a young man in a white robe came to the door of the Piaoxiang Pavilion with an old servant.

Seeing that this young man actually dared to scold himself for being a poor ghost, Zhen Youqian immediately glared angrily!

The young man glanced at Meng Xuan and Zhen Youqian contemptuously, threw out two thumb-sized jade-like spars, and flew to the old bustard's hand.

After receiving two low-grade spirit crystals, the old bustard suddenly smiled, and said, "Son, please come in!"

The young man smiled reservedly, and when he saw that Zhen Youqian was still glaring at him, he frowned, and instructed the old servant next to him: "Uncle He! Get rid of those two poor ghosts!

The old servant nodded and took the order, flicked his sleeves, and suddenly a burst of anger came to his face, pushing Zhen Youqian and Meng Xuan sideways for more than ten meters, and rolling on the ground several times!

"Hahaha! Interesting!" the young man laughed and walked into the Fragrance Pavilion.

Zhen Youqian's face turned blue with anger at the moment, and he jumped to his feet and scolded, "XXX's!"

Meng Xuan frowned and glanced at the young man and the old servant Uncle He. The young man's congenital peak cultivation was 20 points of white soul power, and the old servant He Bo was cultivated to 72 points of white soul power in the late stage of foundation building.

"Hmph!" Meng Xuan snorted, and a soul Dao mark popped up and planted on the young man's body.

Then, Meng Xuan persuaded Zhen Youqian, who was still jumping to his feet and scolding: "Okay! Brother Zhen! This is Xianmenfang City! I'll keep a low profile!"

"Whew, whew, whew, angry little brother! It's the first time I've heard someone scold my little brother for being a poor ghost!" Zhen Youqian gasped.

Meng Xuan's head was suddenly full of black lines, daring to love this fat man for being so angry because he was despised as a poor ghost!

"Brother Zhen, what is this spirit crystal?" asked Meng Xuan.

"The lower-grade spirit crystal is the cultivation crystal used in the immortal gate! It is also the common currency of the immortal cultivation world! A low-grade spirit crystal is worth 100 spirit stones!

"Alas, Brother Zhen, it seems that it is not appropriate to enter the Piaoxiang Pavilion today! While there is still time, I will go to another place to shop!" Meng Xuan sighed.

"Alas, what Brother Meng said is! In the future, when the younger brother earns enough spirit crystals, he will definitely use the spirit crystals to smash that kid to death! Hmph!" Zhen Youqian said fiercely.

"Brother Meng! There is also a lively place in this Ziyanfang Market, which is the Ziyan Market in the east of Nafang City! The little brother found a lot of good things in that market last time! Hey, hey, hey, Brother Meng and the little brother are here!"

Meng Xuan shook his head and sighed secretly: "I hope this time this fat man can be more reliable!"

Meng Xuan followed Zhen Youqian for more than half an hour, and came to a low-rise shantytown area that covered a huge area. The flow of people here is strong, and it is crowded with people!

"Hehehe! Brother Meng! This Ziyan Bazaar can be regarded as the most lively place in Ziyanfang Market! Many immortal cultivators, large and small, and even mortals, can rent stalls in Ziyan Bazaar! However, the booth fee is expensive, ten spirit stones a day! Some of the goods sold in the bazaar are genuine, and some are fakes, this is the personal vision of the examination school!"

Then, Zhen Youqian said again: "Junior brother still has a deal that hasn't ended last time, let's go first! If Brother Meng doesn't want to go shopping, you can go back to the Xianlai Inn near the Treasure Pavilion and wait for the little brother! Let's stay there tonight! Farewell! Brother Meng!"

After speaking, Zhen Youqian trotted away and disappeared!

"Damn! This dead fat man is really unreliable! Just throw me here?" Meng Xuan scolded as he looked at the crowd with a confused expression.