The Fang Market on Pingliang Mountain is not small, at least for Mo Ming, who has never been in contact with this place, this Fang Market is very large, even more than Hanjing City, the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom, which he once visited, except that there are fewer pedestrians on the street, and some attic palaces are as grand as a palace.

Mo Ming walked on the street, there was not a single pedestrian around, only from the open shops, he could see people buying things.

He didn't think it was so strange, after all, this was his first time in Fang City, and there was no comparison, but looking at the deserted streets, he suddenly remembered what Liu Changsheng had said about Fang City before, and he felt a little puzzled.

Could it be that something happened that drew the people of this market elsewhere?

"I don't know where the teleportation array is!"

Walking through the three streets, Mo Ming couldn't help but feel a little anxious, because the surroundings were too empty, not to mention the shadow of the teleportation array, it was a little difficult to find someone to inquire.

Suddenly, just as Mo Ming was depressed and was about to walk into a store to ask, there was a noise not far in front of him, as if a lot of people were gathered together to shout something.

Mo Ming immediately rejoiced in his heart, it seemed that something had really happened in this city, and everyone had gathered together.

Walking in the direction from which the sound came, Mo Ming soon saw that there was a huge square at the end of the street.

The square was full of people, there were thousands of people at a cursory glance, many people were shouting at a high platform in the middle, on the high platform, there were two people wearing armor and soaked in blood were fighting fiercely.

Mo Ming was a little surprised, looking at the two of them, he only felt that this was the real battle, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the immortal master's fighting method was really not something that mortals could speculate, and those flashes of brilliance from time to time didn't know what it was, as long as it appeared, there would inevitably be blood spilled, and the whole battle scene looked extremely weird.

"Why are these two people fighting to the death in front of so many people?"

Mo Ming was a little shocked, and looking at the shouting crowd around him, he felt even more puzzled, because from the faces of those people, he saw excitement, as if the battle on the stage was not only a relatively lively brawl for them, but also a good show that could be pleasing to the eye.

"Hey, where did the little doll come from!"

Suddenly, a somewhat surprised voice sounded in Mo Ming's ears, but not far from him, a middle-aged man wearing a cyan robe glanced at Mo Ming a little strangely, as if he was strange that Mo Ming didn't have any aura on his body, as if he was not an immortal cultivator.

Mo Ming frowned, thought about it, and arched his hand to the middle-aged man but didn't speak. Because he really didn't know what to say.

Being in such a place full of immortal masters made him feel like he was walking on thin ice, and the thousands of people in the square, as long as any one wanted to kill him, all he had to do was flick his fingers.

"Is it a mute?"

The surprise on the face of the middle-aged man was even stronger, you must know that this Fang City belongs to the Fang City of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, there are prohibitions outside, preventing all mortals from stepping in, and in addition to immortal cultivators or some other people inside, there are very few mortals.

As for Mo Ming's physical body, which had reached the Returning Yuan Realm, the middle-aged man directly ignored it.

Because there are too many people refining their bodies in this world, as long as their physical bodies do not reach the innate or above realms, they are still mortals in the eyes of immortal cultivators.

And even if he reaches the innate realm, as long as he doesn't open his own spiritual vein, at most he will only attract people to look at it twice, and it will not attract too much attention. After all, the innate realm was only comparable to the lowest condensation stage consummation realm among the monks.

Unless it is to enter the Golden Body Realm, or a higher realm, such a person will be taken seriously.

It's just that even if you enter the Golden Body Realm, if you don't open your own spiritual veins and can't cultivate your spiritual energy, it will be difficult to increase your lifespan much, and it is the king of this world to be able to live forever after all.

Maybe the Golden Body Realm can already be more powerful than the average foundation building period monk, but the lifespan will not increase, and after a hundred years, it will only be a handful of loess, and it will not change anything.

Mo Ming's expression was a little nervous, especially being noticed by such a middle-aged man who didn't know how deep his cultivation was, which made him feel like a man on his back, if this man had any bad intentions, then he would be in danger today.

However, after thinking about it, Mo Ming smiled dumbly, feeling that he was a little too worried, in the eyes of the middle-aged man, he was just a mortal, and what could he do to make the other party intended.

In fact, this is really the case, the middle-aged man saw that Mo Ming had not spoken, and he did not pay much attention, so he set his eyes on the high platform again.

On the high platform, the two monks have fought to the point of white heat, the two of them are full of blood, their expressions are hideous, you come and go between me are all dead hands, it seems that if you don't kill a person, it won't end.

"Kill!"

One of them roared, his five fingers were wide open, the light in his hand flickered, accompanied by the thunder of the Dao, he swung out suddenly, and a sword roar suddenly exploded, and the person on the other side suddenly opened his pupils, and there was a trace of incredible look in his eyes.

Then, I saw that the vitality on the man's body suddenly disappeared, and a very thin line of blood was revealed on his neck, and in an instant, his head rolled down, and this blow directly killed him.

"Good!

The audience immediately burst into cheers, as if this blow was a wonderful fall in the eyes of everyone.

However, some cheered and some sighed, and others felt great pity for the dead.

"Bai Xiu wins! You can get a Star Refining Soul Rejuvenation Grass, and 30,000 spirit stones from the lower grade!" An old voice suddenly resounded over the square, and then a red glow flashed out of thin air above the head of the only one left on the platform.

The red mangs quickly faded, but it was a palm-sized storage bag.

The man's eyes on the stage showed a trace of essence, even though he was covered in injuries at this time, but his face still showed a trace of excitement after seeing the storage bag, and he didn't know if it was because of the Star Refining Soul Restoration Grass or because of the 30,000 lower grade spirit stones.

"Bai Xiu, you can choose to continue fighting, or you can choose to quit! If you choose to continue, we will provide you with pills to repair your injuries first, and if you quit, you will no longer be protected by us!" The old voice sounded again, obviously to the person on the stage.

Bai Xiu's face was very pale, because there was too much blood left, and there was no clean place on his body, there were blood stains and wounds everywhere, both enemies and his own.

Listening to the old voice, Bai Xiu grabbed the storage bag and shook his head almost without any hesitation.

"I opt out!"

Bai Xiu spoke in a low voice, and without waiting for the old voice to think again, the whole person suddenly turned into a ray of light and flew towards another high platform not far away.

Mo Ming stood at the very edge, observing everything on the stage, Bai Xiu killed one person, he didn't have any expression, although he was surprised by the way the two of them fought, but he had seen too many dead people along the way, hundreds of millions of corpses had come into his eyes, and he didn't have much feeling about death.

Even when he fought with someone for the first time and killed more than forty Great Xia Iron Horsemen in one go, there was no trembling in his heart, let alone the slightest fear, and some were just indifferent to death.

Just after Bai Xiu flew out, Mo Ming's gaze also fell on the high platform with Bai Xiu's figure. And at this moment, he suddenly heard a few people in purple power suits beside him whispering, although the words were not very real, but the words that kept appearing in them, such as star refining, spirit stones, and injuries, were very clear.

Mo Ming's expression was slightly dark, and he immediately looked at his nose and nose, although he knew that those people must be thinking about a bad thing, but he knew that all this was not something he could pay attention to, and a little bad might lead to death for himself.

Mo Ming looked at Bai Xiu, and after he flew up to the high platform, he casually waved at a man in black standing next to the high platform, and said something in his mouth, and saw a white mang fall into a copper tripod in front of the man in black in an instant.

The man in black nodded, raised his hand and pinched out a magic decision, and pointed at a stele in the center of the high platform, and a white light suddenly lit up and wrapped Bai Xiu.

Immediately afterwards, with the sound of breaking the air, I saw that the white mang rose directly into the sky, disappeared in an instant, and Bai Xiu's figure disappeared with it.