Ye An looked at this person, but he had the impression that it was the new monk who had entered the True Ming Sect with him a few months ago.

He raised his head and said coldly, "What's your name?"

The monk was obviously frightened, and trembled all over: "Uncle Huishi, no, it's the words of the senior brother, the junior brother is not, the little one, the little one, the little wow" As he spoke, the monk actually cried with a handful of snot and tears.

Seeing that this person was so timid, Ye An couldn't help frowning and said, "If you don't answer me well"

"Senior brother's name is Zhengjian," before Ye An said the casual threatening words, Zhengjian quickly wiped a handful of snot on his face, wiped it on his body, and said quickly, "The levy is a levy of taxation, not a true or false truth, a building is a building of achievements, not a cheap sale, I don't know what the senior brother called for the levy to build, and the junior brother will definitely do it for you!" After speaking, his eyes secretly glanced at Ye An, for fear that he would not believe it, so he patted his chest hard.

The monks around him grinned, only to think that this person's name really lived up to its name.

Ye An's face was also a little strange, and he said lightly: "Take me to the textile market of the sect." ”

When Zheng Jian heard this, as if he had been empowered by a high-level monk, a carp jumped up, and at some point he was holding a spirit sword in his hand that he knew was quite cheap at a glance, his eyebrows wrinkled into a Sichuan character, and his face was solemn: "Senior brother, please come with me, I am here."

As he spoke, his face turned, he looked at the monks in the field, gritted his teeth and said, "No one can stop you from going to the Textile Market!"

Ye An sighed, how could he grab such a strong man casually, glanced at the sneering crowd, felt a little blushing, and strode to follow.

Last time, because he suddenly heard the news that the True Ming Sect was recruiting disciples, he left the textile market in a hurry, and if it hadn't happened today, he wouldn't have gone to the textile market again in a short time.

As expected, when he was in the Meng Kingdom, except for the Biyu Small Sect, he had never seen the Huiling Pill, a very practical elixir for monks, which was hard to find.

However, the cultivation resources of the New Domain Country are abundant, and although the price is expensive, it can be said that Ye An is not lacking spirit stones at this time.

Ye Anxin walked out of the textile market satisfied, stretched out his right hand, and the Cold Yin Spirit Sword suddenly appeared in his hand, ready to leave.

Thinking of the scene where this person waved his hand to kill people at every turn, Zheng Jian's face turned a little pale, he had already offended this person in the Outer Gate Valley, although he asked him to lead the way, but he turned a blind eye to his several "courtesies" in the textile market, and even glared at himself several times with a blue face, at this time he was sure to kill me

Thinking of this, Zhengjian weighed left and right, and felt that he couldn't beat the other party, so he suddenly cried in frustration, and sobbed at Ye An: "Senior brother, please do it quickly, it's best to keep me a whole corpse, I haven't married a wife and a concubine in this life, and I have to die happily."

Ye An listened to Zheng Jian's incoherent words, his face showed a hint of helplessness, and he sighed softly and said, "When did I say that I wanted to take your life?"

Zheng Jian suddenly raised his head, showed a resolute face, and said loudly: "Since it has been decided, manly man, why don't you dare to admit it, I want to build a heroic name, but I never thought that I would die at your hands"

Ye An only felt that this person was really as good as his name, and said lightly with a cold face: "Ye Mou's cultivation has never seen such a person seeking death. If you say that I will kill you, then I will kill you, and after three sounds, if you are still here, I will take your life!"

"One" Ye An just spit out a word, and saw that Zheng Jian's face suddenly collapsed, and he picked up the broken sword in his hand and staggered away in front of him, and the speed was comparable to Ye An, who was perceiving the sixth layer!

This man had offended himself before, and at that time he did have the idea of killing Liwei, and as soon as he reached the Textile Market, he would kill him at the edge of the Textile Market.

But this person chattered all the way, talked a lot of nonsense, and once bragged about the cowhide and said that he knew the textile market here, Ye Anxin moved, and ordered Zhengjian to take him to find the pill he needed.

Facts have proved that Zheng Jian is indeed very familiar with this place, saving himself a lot of trouble, and he is not a murderous person, so he simply spared his life when he left the textile market.

Taking out a jade talisman from the storage bag, Ye An's spiritual sense swept away, and suddenly the face and spiritual power of an old Taoist priest appeared, and after a while, another map suddenly appeared in the jade talisman.

Ye An pondered for a long time, calculated the direction, and then took the spirit sword and fled towards the east.

An hour later, a huge divine sense suddenly enveloped him, and Ye An's face suddenly changed, and he slowly fell from mid-air.

An old man in red suddenly appeared in front of Ye An, frowned and shouted, "Which sect are you a disciple of?"

Ye An didn't need to guess much, the breath on the old man in red was clearly a condensing pill qi, much stronger than several condensing pills he had seen, he didn't dare to talk nonsense, and directly took out a piece of brocade silk from his arms, on which there was a word "wai" written in a vigorous and powerful way with an unnamed mana.

The old man in red didn't dare to be careless, stretched out his right hand, and the brocade silk fell lightly in his hand, and after careful investigation, his eyes were relieved a lot, and he said coldly to Ye An: "It turned out to be a disciple of the True Ming Sect, and it was really a sect of my New Domain Country, and only one disciple died, so I immediately sent another one." ”

For the ridicule of the old man in red, a trace of doubt flashed in Ye An's eyes, but he only gave a salute and did not answer.

The old man in red didn't seem to want to oppress people with his identity, and said lightly: "Old man Feihong Valley disciple, as for the name, you are not qualified to know." Come with me. ”

Ye Anxin suddenly felt abrupt, and the back was bitter, I heard that the monks of the various sects and sects here in the periphery were probably tens of thousands, how could he just meet the rival sect of the True Ming Sect, Feihong Valley? This can really be regarded as a disadvantage.

Ye An walked with the red-clothed old man for a long time, and naturally met a few monks along the way, all of them were in the Ning Dan realm without exception, and all the major sects here attached great importance to it, and the people guarding the array on the periphery were not low-level monks.

It didn't take long for the two of them to come to a river, the old man in red suddenly stopped, and Ye An naturally stopped to observe the surroundings secretly.

Suddenly, the old man in red pinched the trick with both hands, and Nan Nan had words in his mouth, threw out a piece of talisman paper, and pasted it above the river. In the next moment, an irresistible force pushed Ye An high into the river.