"Forgive me for not being able to tell me the truth, forgive me! Alas, it is still my master's reason, he has a very strange temper, and he is always afraid that I will go out and use his name to cause trouble, and once solemnly warned me that I am not allowed to tell anyone the origin of my master and his old man's name, otherwise I will be severely punished! As for me, my surname is Chen, and this is my sister. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Li Yan said with a look of embarrassment.

When the young man heard the deep meaning in his eyes, he did not continue to ask, but explained the city. To put it bluntly, Fang Market is a bazaar in the cultivation realm, but the trading items have been exchanged from various daily necessities to various cultivation materials and magic weapons. "In the next surname Song, a loose practice, this time specially for this Fang City, if the two of them do not dislike, you can go with the next one, and it is good to have a long experience, by the way, see if there is anything you need. After speaking, he casually glanced at Chen Jingqing, revealing a look of pity.

Li Yan quietly looked at his demeanor, but he didn't care, after all, a man doesn't love beautiful women, let alone just a glance, even if he looks twice, it's normal. "But I can't ask for it, and I ask Brother Song to lead the way. As he spoke, he took out a piece of light yarn from the Qiankun bag and threw it to Chen Jingqing. This is prepared in advance, women are always easy to get into trouble, although people who are advanced in cultivation can see through the veil, but after all, it is impolite, most people will still pay attention to their own image.

The three of them walked together, and Li Yan couldn't put Chen Jingqing into the ring anymore, so he had no choice but to reluctantly lead her forward with a tenth-level cultivation of Qi training. Originally, the speed was slow, but at this time, he brought a big living person, and the speed was like a "turtle crawling", but fortunately, the monk surnamed Song was patient and slowed down, so he could barely keep up. Chen Jingqing was held in his arms, full of reluctance, his brows were furrowed, but he couldn't think of any solution, so he had to sigh secretly, helplessly enduring Li Yan's intentional or unintentional contact with his body.

Fang City is located in a valley, the scale is not large, and because the exchange items are relatively ordinary, there are basically no monks above the Dan stage. Therefore, the general management of such a fang market is not strict, and you only need to hand over a few spars to the responsible forces to participate. Of course, there is no guarantee of safety at all, and those who come to participate are either confident in their own strength or come in groups.

Lowered his body and handed over the hedron needed for entry together.

The two chatted briefly, and the monk surnamed Song turned to leave.

"Let's go, follow me, don't get lost. Li Yan looked ahead and didn't look back.

"I'm not a three-year-old child!" Chen Jingqing, who was following behind, snorted angrily.

The corners of Li Yan's mouth curled slightly, and he strode towards the market.

There are all kinds of things in the market, wood, herbs, pen, ink and paper, everything is available, of course, they are not ordinary items. After looking at it for a while, I found that it was either bartering or buying spars, and it turned out that the cultivation realm used spars as currency. Touched the ring on his finger, there were all kinds of treasures in it, but only the spar was missing, if it weren't for Li Hongyan's use, he was at least a little rich man at the moment, the more he thought about it, the more he sighed: "If it weren't for the spar support scene of those unlucky guys, he would really be the richest poor bastard!"

When passing by the stalls, even if he was not interested, he had to ask, and after many times, he had a brief understanding of the prices of many materials and pills.

After turning around for half a circle, a man in Tsing Yi in the middle of foundation building suddenly stopped him. "This fellow Daoist, I see that your cultivation is about the tenth level of Qi cultivation, and I happen to have a bottle of Lingzhi Pill, which is very suitable for you to take, although it is only five pills, but if you can cultivate quietly, it is enough to improve by one level. ”

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'd like to see something else for now, and if I don't like it, I'll consider it again." Li Yan glanced at him and said.

"My Lingzhi Pill is not expensive, only a hundred low-grade spars. The man in Tsing Yi seemed to be in a hurry.

"It's really not expensive, but it's not this that is needed the most, and it's better to leave it to those who need it. After speaking, Li Yan smiled apologetically and continued to walk forward.

"Hmm, what is this?" After walking for a moment, an inconspicuous earthy yellow stone on a stall suddenly caught his attention. When he had nothing to do, he spent a lot of time studying the ancient jade slip in the Songwen Ancient Ring that recorded all kinds of strange things, and one of them was very similar to this stone. Especially the lines on it. If he is lucky enough to produce citrine, he will have a big harvest.

Although Li Yan was unable to practice the high-level exercises of the Five Elements, he was able to practice the spells in them, and after studying them for a period of time, he became interested in each series of swordsmanship, so he decided that after reaching the stage of knotting, he began to practice the swordsmanship of each system, and his natal magic weapon was naturally the Five Elements Spirit Sword.

And earth citrine is a necessary material for refining the earth spirit sword, and it would be exciting to find such a precious material in a fang market of this level. Of course, he was not carried away by this joy, although there was a certain possibility, but it was not finalized after all.

"What kind of spar is this?" Li Yan asked pretending to be curious.

"Goose Yellow Stone, thirty low-grade spars, take it if you want it. "The stall owner is an eleventh level old man who has practiced qi, and when he heard this, he glanced at him casually, and he looked like he was ignoring it.

Li Yan shook his head, "Thirty crystals are too expensive, and I'm not very interested, so just ask." He didn't say whether to buy or not, and casually focused on other items, and after a while, a shuttle-shaped magic weapon made him interested and asked, "How do you sell this thing?"

"This is a flying shuttle for transportation, which is barely usable in terms of Daoyou's cultivation, but the price is not cheap, two hundred low-grade spars. The corners of the old man's mouth moved slightly, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"So expensive?" Li Yan shook his head and turned around to leave.

"The price can't be lowered, but I can give you this goose yellow stone. The old man said.

Looking at his demeanor, he probably didn't think that this business could be successful, and he said this because of habit.

"That's the case, I'll just buy it with pain, who made me lack a means of transportation!" Li Yan hesitated for a moment and said. Immediately, he took out two hundred low-grade spars from the Qiankun bag with a painful face and handed them to the old man. Can it not be painful? That is basically one-tenth of his property, if it weren't for the fact that the monk of the Yin Yang Sect still left a little spare, it is estimated that this alone will make him bankrupt.

The old man obviously didn't expect that someone who didn't even recognize the flying shuttle would be able to take out so many spars, and his eyes when he looked at Li Yan suddenly felt a little strange. Li Yan didn't care about this, put away the goose yellow stone and the flying shuttle, and continued to move forward. With the gains, his interest in visiting the market has greatly increased, and even Chen Jingqing has seen the change in his attitude before and after, if it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would have to say a few sarcastic words.