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Ten days passed in the blink of an eye. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

Early in the morning, Chen Yang had just gotten up, and Zhang Wan'er reported outside the bedroom that a guest had visited. He walked into the living room and saw a woman in white who looked like a fairy, looking at him with gentle eyes.

Chen Yang's heart is also warm. But then when he saw Du Lijiang sitting next to him, he was helpless for a while, so he had to roll his eyes at him.

Today is the first day of the big trade fair, and Chen Yang has already made an appointment with Lin Yuehua to go there together. Who knows, after Du Lijiang learned about it, he had to follow the two of them with a dead face.

Lin Yuehua is indispensable, as long as she can be with Ailang, she will be satisfied. Although Chen Yang was a little reluctant, he couldn't really drive him away, so he had to agree.

The three of them chatted for a while, then left the cave and went straight to the venue of the big fair.

Condescending in the light, you can clearly see that the island is very lively today, and there are countless lights in the sky, gathering from all directions. It was even more evident on the ground, with a stream of people heading towards a valley surrounded by peaks in the distance.

As soon as Fang approached the range of the peaks, Chen Yang felt his body sink and become more than a thousand catties.

Chen Yang was slightly stunned, and after thinking about it, he knew that he was affected by the forbidden air array. The big trade fair is really generous, and it has set up a large-scale ban on air at such a distance.

The three of them descended and came to the ground.

In front of it is a long and narrow canyon formed by two peaks. The canyon was blocked by a huge white light curtain, and in front of the light curtain, the monks who had come to participate in the big trade fair formed a long dragon and slowly advanced.

Following the flow of people to a place not far from the light curtain, Chen Yang found that there were several monks wearing the same clothes in front of the light curtain, and the monk at the front of the flow of people would reach out and hand out a few spirit stones after talking to them, and then take a black sè ring from the other party's hand before being allowed to enter.

Chen Yang frowned slightly, turned his head and asked Du Lijiang: "Why do you have to charge a fee to participate in the big trade fair?"

Du Lijiang shook his head, also unaware of this matter.

A yellow-faced monk next to him said with a smile: "Daoist friends don't know. The scale of this big fair is rare in recent decades, and there are many monks who want to participate. I heard that there were monks who came from thousands of miles away from other seas. Because there are too many people, and no matter how big the venue is, the venue of the big trade fair cannot accommodate so many people. Therefore, collect some spirit stones and exclude those monks who just want to see the excitement. ”

"Oh, thank you for your advice. Chen Yang hugged his fists.

The yellow-faced monk was very talkative, and Chen Yang was chatting with him without a match, and soon it was the turn of several people.

Sure enough, as the yellow-faced monk said, the other party just collected two low-level spirit stones per person, and waved them away. And the black sè ring is a magic weapon that does not enter the stream, and the only use is that after wearing it, you can pass through the white sè light curtain in front of you at will. In this way, even if you leave the fair in the middle of the day, you don't have to pay the fee when you come back. The ghost mightily passed through the light curtain and walked out of the canyon for more than a hundred zhang, and the venue of the big trade fair appeared in front of the three of them.

This valley surrounded by peaks is not small, covering more than 10,000 acres. In the center of the valley, there is also a majestic building, covering an area of hundreds of zhang, twenty or thirty zhang high, the whole building is natural, its appearance, is actually the use of a huge stone to rebuild, can be called a ghostly workmanship.

In front of the building, there is a huge square paved with bluestone, the square is divided in two by a row of large trees, and on the left there are rows of shops of different styles, and groups of monks come and go.

On the right, there are many small stalls, in front of which from time to time a monk stops, picks up something, and talks to the owner behind the stall, or buys it on the spot, or puts down the goods and continues shopping.

"Senior Brother Chen, Senior Sister Lin. Let's go there first, and maybe we'll find some treasures. ”

Du Lijiang pointed to the square on the right with many small stalls.

Chen Yang thought about it for a while, and then agreed. Although he has a lot of things to buy, the big trade will last for two months, not a day or two.

There are a lot of stalls in the square, but they don't look cluttered. Under the arrangement of the organizers of the big fair, these stalls are divided into several "hui" shapes, with stalls on both sides and a road for people to walk in the middle.

And the monks, who had the same goal as Du Lijiang, walked on the path set aside, looking left and right, picking and choosing what to do at will.

It's just that most of the stalls here are set up by Qi cultivation period monks, with Chen Yang's current vision, of course, there are very few things that can be seen, and he has been shopping for most of the hour, empty-handed, and he has not bought a single item. Fortunately, he didn't have much hope, talking and laughing with Lin Yuehua, enjoying this warm moment.

However, Du Lijiang was quite excited, and bought a lot of small things along the way, whether they were useful or not.

As they walked, there was a commotion not far away, as if there was some kind of dispute in front of a stall, and the nearby monks surrounded them curiously.

Lin Yuehua frowned slightly, and disgust appeared in her eyes. Chen Yang was also a little unhappy in his heart, and turned around and wanted to leave here.

But at the moment of turning, out of the corner of his eye, he saw through the crowd of onlookers, and saw something familiar to one of the monks in the crowd.

Chen Yangshen moved, whispered a few words to Lin Yuehua, and walked towards the crowd.

When I came to the outside of the crowd, I saw a dense crowd of people who were almost crowded. Chen Yang frowned, his consciousness swept away, and he found that it was full of monks in the Qi cultivation period, so he practiced the exercises, and his body squeezed unceremoniously towards the crowd.

Everywhere Chen Yang went, the surrounding monks were squeezed around, complaining one after another.

A monk who was hot even scolded loudly, scolding halfway, but found that the monk who squeezed him was actually a senior in the foundation building period, so he quickly covered his mouth, and the scolding stopped abruptly. The monk was frightened, and when he saw that the other party didn't seem to hear, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then quietly withdrew from the crowd and disappeared.

Chen Yang ignored these trivial matters, and stared at the things in the hands of one person in the circle.

It was a thin, sheet of iron with patterns that resembled children's graffiti.

"That's right, that's it!"

Chen Yang's heart was a little moved, this was the third piece of something similar he had seen. The first two pieces were obtained from Senior Brother Qian of the Jade Spirit Pavilion and the storage bag of the unlucky ghost in the life and death trial.

Although he didn't know what the use of these pieces of iron was, he intuitively felt that these pieces of iron must not be easy to read.

Chen Yang looked at the two people who were arguing in the circle, one was the stall owner, who was in his forties, with a cunning face full of jiān, but his cultivation was not low, close to the eleventh layer of the Qi training period. The other person was an ordinary-looking young man in his twenties, who practiced the cultivation of the eighth layer of qi.

"I don't want you anymore. Give me back the spirit stone!" the young man's face flushed.

"No, no, don't you know the truth that the goods will not be returned or exchanged once they are sold?" the stall owner shook his head again and again and refused. "Besides, you begged me to sell it just now. ”

"Apparently you deceived me with your rhetoric?" said the young man indignantly.

"Hey, that's weird. Where did I deceive you?" said the stall owner, rolling his eyes, at the young man. "What's more, the spirit stone is on your body, and if you don't want to buy it, who can force you to not do it?"

"Hmph. Let's judge. This piece of iron, he said, was the treasure of the ancient monks. Let's see, where does it look like a treasure of the ancient monk?" the young man shook the iron piece in his hand and said in a loud voice.

"Hah, that's all it takes?"

"The treasures of the ancient monks...... Not like. ”

"No one picked it up on the ground!"

The onlookers began to talk about it.

"I'm not talking about the treasures of the ancient monks, I'm talking about the treasures of the ancient monks. The stall owner said with a smile on his face.

"You ......" The young man's eyes were red, his hands clenched into fists, and he took a step forward.

"What, do you still want to do it?" said the stall owner unceremoniously with a cold face. "If you continue to make trouble, then don't blame me for informing the law enforcement team of the fair!"

When the young man heard this, his face turned red and white, and his clenched fists tightened and loosened. I was angry in my heart, but there was nothing I could do.

It's no wonder that he was just deceived by the rhetoric of the stall owner, and for a while, he spent fifty spirit stones to buy this broken iron piece, and walked a long way before he came to his senses.

"Is that all? But fifty spirit stones are half of my net worth. It seems that I can only suffer a loss. The young man thought helplessly.

"This brother, it was my fault just now. Look at this, I don't want this piece of iron, you just need to return me thirty spirit stones. The young man's face was uncertain for a while, and his tone softened, and he begged bitterly.

"No, I can't. It's all like you. How else is my business going to ......"

The stall owner began to be slightly moved, thinking that it was not bad to earn twenty spirit stones for nothing. But when he saw the disdainful gazes of the crowd around him, he understood that he couldn't get along here today. In this way, this big fat sheep can't be let go lightly.

Seeing this, Chen Yang already understood the whole story. He thought for a moment, his mouth moved slightly, and he passed the voice towards the young man.

Chen Yang's voice suddenly sounded in the young man's ears.

"Wait for me at the Ling Tea Shop in front of me, I have something to look for you!"

The tone is full of unmistakable flavor. After speaking, Chen Yang didn't look any more, turned around and walked out of the crowd.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly looked around, just in time to see Chen Yang's figure leaving, only to feel that the other party's cultivation was unfathomable, and he was definitely not a monk in the Qi cultivation period.

"Could it be that he is the predecessor of the foundation building period, but what will happen to the predecessor of the foundation building period to find himself? Alas, today is really a bad year. The young man's heart was full of apprehension.

The young man did not dare to disobey the orders of the predecessors in the foundation building period, and he had no intention of arguing with the stall owner anymore, so he left silently. @。

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