Early the next morning, Xiao Ziyang came to the front building and asked the shopkeeper for a private room on the top floor of the Mixian Building.

The shopkeeper looked embarrassed and said, "This guest, the private room on the top floor of this store is a place dedicated to entertaining immortal masters, and you ...... guest."

Xiao Ziyang said: "I see, but I don't know how you can tell if a guest is an immortal master?"

The shopkeeper said: "There is no need to distinguish this, the food provided on the top floor of this building is not a mortal thing, but a spiritual fruit immortal brew." When meeting accounts, naturally you can't use yellow and white things, you need spirit stones. ”

Xiao Ziyang smiled slightly when he heard this, and waved his hand to scatter a handful of spirit stones on the counter.

The shopkeeper's eyes suddenly widened, and he saw that a few spirit stones were about to roll off the counter, and this person's round body pounced on it, blocking the edge of the counter tightly. He shouted in surprise: "Bagen, quickly beckon this immortal master to go up to the top floor!"

With the shopkeeper shouting, a handsome man in his early twenties ran out of the room. At the same time, the guests in the hall also turned their heads to look at Xiao Ziyang.

The guy came to Xiao Ziyang, his waist was bent more than ninety degrees, and he stretched out his hand to ask: "Immortal Master, please go upstairs with the little one!"

Xiao Ziyang followed Xiao Er, and before he took a few steps down the stairs, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, and he saw the round shopkeeper chasing after him at a speed that was not commensurate with his size. In his hand, he held the spirit stone that Xiao Ziyang had just sprinkled on the counter.

"Immortal Master, Immortal Master, your spirit stone!" As the shopkeeper went upstairs, his fat body trembled like waves, but his hands holding the spirit stone were extremely stable.

Xiao Ziyang looked at the shopkeeper who handed the spirit stones to him as if offering treasures, and said: "These spirit stones will be used as wine money, and they will be sent to you first, if they are not enough, after eating the wine, I will make it up to you." ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, his eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't speak very well: "There, there is a lot of need, the rules of this building, an immortal master, only one spirit stone, the spirit fruit immortal brewing tube is enough!"

"......" Xiao Ziyang was speechless for a while, "One spirit stone is enough! It can also be called a spirit fruit immortal brew!"

Hearing that there seemed to be displeasure in Xiao Ziyang's tone, the fat shopkeeper and Xiao Er who led the way suddenly turned pale with fright.

Seeing this, Xiao Ziyang waved his hand helplessly, he wanted to say, "The extra spirit stones will be rewarded to you." But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly stopped. He suddenly realized that he was pretending to be a Qi Cultivation Cultivator at this time, and there were more than twenty Lower Grade Spirit Stones that he had spilled out just now, which was not much for a Qi Cultivation Seventh-level cultivator, but it was definitely not something that could be wasted casually. Thinking of this, he waved his hand and took back most of the spirit stones in the shopkeeper's hand, leaving only two or two in his hand, and said, "Go and prepare!"

The fat shopkeeper hurriedly saluted, turned around and trotted downstairs.

As Xiao Er arrived on the top floor, the scene in front of him made Xiao Ziyang stunned, this top floor was not like downstairs, with tables and chairs in the hall, but the entire hall was vacated, and around the hall, leaning against the window, dozens of private rooms were separated by screens. At this time, the entire penthouse was empty, and there was not a single guest.

Xiao Er took Xiao Ziyang to a private room by the north window, where he could not only overlook half of the Snow City, but also the beautiful scenery of the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

As soon as Xiao Ziyang sat down, a maid served tea. Xiao Ziyang pushed away the menu handed by Xiao Erbagen and told him to pick up delicious fruits and serve them casually.

In a short time seven or eight trays of fruit were served, and two jars of wine were served. Xiao Ziyang took a closer look and couldn't help nodding, these fruits could indeed barely be called spiritual fruits, especially the plate of longan-sized, fiery red fruits placed in the middle, in which the spiritual energy was faint.

Xiao Ziyang picked one up and tasted it, and suddenly felt that his teeth and cheeks were fragrant. Swallowed into the abdomen, suddenly felt a clear breath between the chest and abdomen, wandering back and forth.

If a mortal eats this fruit, he will be refreshed and full of vitality, and it will be difficult for all diseases to invade. If a martial artist eats it, one fruit is worth months of hard labor, and even a monk below the Qi Sense can eat it, which is also of great benefit.

Originally, he only said that the so-called spiritual fruit and immortal brew in this immortal building were all deceptive gimmicks, and this top floor was empty, but now it seems that this is not the case. This table of spirit fruits is worth two spirit stones.

He asked Xiao Er: "Why don't there be any guests on this top floor?"

Xiao Er Bagen returned: "Back to the immortal master, this top-floor private room often takes a few months to entertain the immortal master. ”

When Xiao Ziyang heard this, he felt a little strange in his heart, before he entered the city yesterday, he had seen this snow city with his divine eyes, and there were hundreds of monks. Why is the business of this Xianlou so bad?

After a moment of thought, he understood why. Xiao Ziyang practiced all the way, except for a period of time in Kowloon City, he never lacked spirit stones, and after building the foundation, he spent spirit stones like flowing water. I have long forgotten how difficult it is for low-level monks and low-level monks to earn spirit stones.

Most of the people fighting in this Snow City are low-level monks with ordinary qualifications, but they are dedicated to the Tao, these people are all masters who want to break a spirit stone into two halves, how can they be willing to spend spirit stones to satisfy their appetites?

After figuring it out, Xiao Ziyang sent away Xiao Er and the maid who was waiting, and poured himself a drink. This wine seems to be brewed from several spirit fruits on the table, the taste is sweet, clear, and can also replenish vitality, it is indeed a rare good wine.

An hour later, Xiao Ziyang suddenly put down his wine glass. Agudamu was planted by Xiao Ziyang with a wisp of pink magic smoke of ten thousand ghost flags, as long as he was within a radius of three thousand miles from Xiao Ziyang, Xiao Ziyang could track him down with these ten thousand ghost flags.

Early this morning, Xiao Ziyang found that Agudamu had entered the tracking range of the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners and was flying towards Snow City at a rapid pace. At this time, he seemed to have reached a short distance outside the city.

Xiao Ziyang took out the communication talisman, slightly sent a trace of mana, and said to the spirit talismane: "Senior Agudamu, I am a nephew of the Muren Temple Division. I'm waiting for you on the top floor of the Immortal Tower in Snow City!"

After a few moments, Agudamu returned: "It's here!"

After a stick of incense, Xiao Ziyang suddenly heard a commotion outside, looked sideways, and was slightly startled, only to see a silver light in the sky, shooting towards the Immortal Tower impartially.

After a while, this light swirled and fell in front of the Immortal Tower, revealing a tall young man of about twenty years old with a rough face and a fierce appearance.

When the young man entered the building, everyone looked at him with a smile, and whenever he turned his head, the guests hurriedly bowed their heads. The shopkeeper in the restaurant, Xiao Er, no one dared to come forward to say hello.

It turns out that although there is a no-fly decree in this Snow City, and a simple no-fly magic circle is set up, both the decree and the magic circle are only for Qi cultivation monks, but the foundation building monks can fly away in the city. Agudamu flew into the sky, undoubtedly indicating his identity as a foundation-building monk.

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