Fengju City is like a giant dragon entrenched, standing still, the gray city wall seven zhang high is thick, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression, Yang Qing stood outside the city, his divine sense poked out, and swept it.

Under the investigation of the divine sense, this thick and simple city wall was arranged with layers of prohibitions, which is also the city wall has not left a trace of dilapidation under the erosion of time.

What this prohibition is, Yang Qing doesn't know, when his divine sense touches it, it is bounced back, and the reluctant contact is like going deep into the mire, unable to move an inch, and he can't help but feel dizzy and tinnitus.

The three big characters of the pen and the snake land 'Fengju City' are engraved on the city gate, with Yang Qing's knowledge, if you don't know in advance, I'm afraid you can't recognize it.

Don't bother, walk towards the city gate, Yang Qing entered Fengju City for the first time, but he also knew the rules, he must hand over ten taels of silver to the guards guarding the city.

Those who come and go to Fengju City are either rich or expensive, and all of them honestly pay their entrance fees to the city, stand in a row, and enter in turn.

After entering the city, a street that can accommodate eight horse-drawn carriages in parallel, the streets are flat, all made of granite, and the granite is meticulously polished, and the joints between each other are imperceptible.

Most of the people who enter the castle leave their horses and vehicles outside the city, so the wide streets are crowded with pedestrians, but there is no noise or noise.

There are no small stalls and vendors on both sides of the street, they are all wide-sided shops, from clothing, food, housing and transportation, to hundreds of skills, there are all kinds of dabbles.

Yang Qing watched curiously, all the pedestrians were all gorgeously dressed, or gold and silver jewelry, jewelry, most of them were merchants, and few were monks.

Yang Qing's purpose is not here, take a look all the way, quite a long insight, this street is the main street, straight through the north and south, along the street for nearly 20 miles, the shops have become a few places.

Yang Qing knew that the area where ordinary people were allowed to move around at will was coming to an end, and both the Imperial Wind Sect and the Wind Residence City were strictly divided.

The area twenty miles north of the south gate of Fengju City is all for the sale of some common items in the world, as well as residential areas, and the rest of the area is difficult to enter because it is not for monks.

There are few shops here, so I can't see any difference, but when the Qi Refining Cultivator True Yuan is poured into his eyes, he can see that there is a layer of enchantment in front of him.

This barrier has no defensive power, but it can confuse mortals, and mortals who have no cultivation feel that they are moving forward, but in fact they are standing still.

Yang Qing didn't have a true yuan, which didn't bother him, his divine sense was released, his feet were forward, backward, and sideways, and his figure disappeared in a flash after a few breaths.

In the eyes of outsiders, Yang Qing walked away after turning around, and when he looked closer, he would find that there was no fork in the road at all.

Yang Qing walked in a few steps, and a noisy sound came, this place was noisier than the previous street.

What catches the eye is the stalls everywhere, there are large and small, and there are thousands of them, selling, buying, bargaining, shouting and selling, like the downtown in general.

In addition, the shop is more spacious, "Wenjing House", "Manbao Zhai", "Imperial Treasure Pavilion"... The gilded plaque is swaggering.

Most of the pedestrians are monks, there are inner and outer disciples of the Yufeng Sect, scattered cultivators without sects and sects, from the elderly to the yellow-mouthed children, young men and girls, beautiful women and strong men...

Yang Qing walked and looked at it, and felt in his heart that the items that appeared here were all strange, but not to mention the exercises, magic weapons, pills, talismans and other monks knew everything, such as all kinds of elixirs, demon beast materials, spirit beast cubs, ores, etc., and there were human skulls, fragments, broken flags...

"This little brother, when you see that your appearance is so peculiar, you must be the dragon among people, this Pure Yang Great Tonic Pill... Alas, don't go," said an obscene-looking monk.

"Look at this floating silk spider, it's so exciting to keep a pet, I don't like it! I still have centipedes and lizards..."

Yang Qing didn't take a few steps, and there were three or four monks who sold to him, Yang Qing looked strange, but he didn't want to buy it.

"Qiang, Qiang, Qiang, the name of the treasure knife, extremely sharp, blowing hair and breaking hair, killing people and goods, one knife at a time, misanthropic and self-slaughtering, you don't feel the slightest pain..."

"The Underworld Shield, this is the king of the hundred-year-old Underworld Turtle, it's the trick not to break the knife, and I don't leave a mark when I see it, haha"

"Lao Wangba, you have the ability to put on that Wangba's shell and let Lao Tzu cut it..."

Yang Qing secretly felt that his cultivation was boring, and he would be in a much happier mood when he came to this market for a while, and he had seen a lot of stalls, but he didn't see anything useful.

In front of a crowded stall, the stall owner was a young man with a thief's eyebrow, squatting on the ground and looking at the items handed by the monk next to him.

This stall is not for sale, but for purchase.

"What is this, crotch cloth, you're not kidding," the stall owner looked at the rags in his hand repeatedly, looking puzzled.

"I don't know the goods! Bring it!" a middle-aged monk looked angry, snatched the black strip of cloth, and left angrily.

Most of the monks gathered around were watching the excitement, and Yang Qing saw that no one stepped forward, so he squatted on the ground and took out ten magic weapons, wanting to sell them.

The young man with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, with a gleam in his eyes, knew that the customer came to the door, and immediately came to the spirit.

"This kid Biao, take out so much, don't worry about being targeted?"

"The artist is bold, so and so, there must be something to rely on"

The onlookers whispered, Yang Qing heard it clearly, and his heart was shocked, knowing that he was reckless.

"You don't listen to their nonsense, the young man is above board, he is not afraid of such a thief" The stall owner hurriedly said, such a big business does not happen every day, and you can't be scared away if you meet one.

"Well, you can make a price" Yang Qing knew that it would be easy to be targeted by others when he turned around at this time, so he pretended to be calm.

As for the price code, Yang Qing knows a little bit about it, in the Imperial Wind Sect, a low-grade magic weapon ranges from 4,000 to 7,000, and a medium-grade magic weapon like Wu Hook should be above the contribution of the 10,000-point sect.

"I have carefully looked at all these ten magic weapons, all of them are fire attributes, the sword process is relatively simple, and these are all worn, what about this medium-grade magic weapon Wu Hook, there are few monks who will use it, and the value is discounted. In this way, a total of five hundred spirit stones, this is the highest price" The stall owner smashed his mouth and said, it seems that there are many shortcomings in these magic weapons.

"It's low," Yang Qing said calmly.

But not to say that Yang Qing didn't know the stall owner's tricks, just said that this Wu hook was definitely worth more than a hundred spirit stones.

"It's not low, Shaoxia, the origin of these magic weapons is unknown, how dare ordinary monks buy it, even if it is a small repair, I am also frightened" The stall owner said in a low voice, as if he was afraid that others would hear it.

"Shaoxia, this Wu hook, I want it, you can make a price" A middle-aged monk with a thin figure was watching from the sidelines, and at this moment, he suddenly spoke.

"One hundred and ten lower-grade spirit stones, okay, just take it" Yang Qing's expression was calm, his hand pressed lightly on the magic weapon, and he didn't get up, saying a fair price.

"I don't have so many spirit stones, can I add anything else, gold, jewelry" The middle-aged monk's face remained unchanged, and he didn't go to bargain, and said worriedly.

As soon as the middle-aged man's words came out, he once again caused a whisper, "Gold? haha, refining materials."

For monks, spirit stones are much more important than gold and jewelry.

"Gold is also available, you can have long sticks" Yang Qing thought for a while, and had a plan in his heart.

"Young man, wait a minute" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and after speaking, he trotted away.

"Shaoxia, Shaoxia, you are not authentic, our business is not finished yet" The stall owner was a little anxious, dissatisfied with being robbed of his wealth by others.

"It's because you're not authentic first, as long as your price is reasonable, I won't sell the remaining nine magic weapons to others" Yang Qing took back Wu Hook and said resolutely.

"Shaoxia, this long stick is called Wulie, it is made of ink-patterned iron, and it is a low-grade magic weapon, eight feet four inches high, weighing one hundred and eighty pounds, six taels and five dollars" The middle-aged man came back with a long stick, and before he could stand, he said.

This long stick is black and has dense lines on the body, which is as thick as a steel rod, but it is four inches long.

The appearance of this long stick is to reveal the heaviness, and the shallow lines of the stick body are formed by the material of the ink iron itself, which is not the slightest abrupt, and it is integrated, as if it were natural.

"Okay, you can add another sixty spirit stones" Yang Qing saw this 'Wulie' long stick, so he liked it very much, and said simply.

The iron rod does not need to be elastic, this 'Wu Lie' has its exact meaning, and Yang Qing's "Nu Jiang Stick Method" does not have a move of nodding at the end of the stick, and this 'Wu Lie' long stick is a good match for him.

The middle-aged man took out forty spirit stones and two catties of gold to replace sixty spirit stones, which was quite a bargain.

The two of them were very crisp, and immediately made a deal, the middle-aged man stroked Wu Hook and left, Yang Qing was also happy in his heart, but the stall owner with thief eyebrows and rat eyes had a long face.

The stall owner saw that Yang Qing was not unprecedented, and finally gave a fair price, four hundred and twenty spirit stones for nine magic weapons, the price was reasonable, and Yang Qing readily agreed.

After receiving the spirit stone into the Sumeru gourd, Yang Qing wandered around, and then came to a shop called 'Liao Dange', which sold all kinds of pills and bought exotic flowers and plants.

This Liao Dan Pavilion was set up by the Imperial Wind Sect, Yang Qing took out the waist card to show his identity, and finally used two hundred spirit stones to buy a Qing Mantra Pill, and the spirit stones were reduced by half.

This Qing Mantra Pill is warm and jade-colored, the size of a dragon's eye, with a faint fragrance, smell it clearly, although the Qing Mantra Pill cannot drive away the evil qi in Yang Qing's body and the essence and blood of the enlightened beast, it is useful.

I walked around the market for more than an hour, bought a few spirit fruits that I didn't know, and ten pills that activated the meridians and drove away diseases, and used up twenty spirit stones.

Then seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he turned around and left the Fang City, and Yang Qing, the things commonly used by monks, had already exchanged more than fifteen thousand sect contributions.

At noon, Yang Qing appeared on the official road, dressed in a black standard samurai uniform, making his figure more upright. This samurai outfit has a tough fabric, cuffs and placket that can be fastened tightly, no outer coat, and a waist half-skirted over the knee to cover the hips, such a costume is completely prepared for samurai battles.

Running all the way, in the evening, I drove more than 200 miles back to the village.

When Yang Qing returned home, the changes in his home made him wonder if he had taken the wrong path.