Through guò's continuous inquiries and inquiries, Wu Yan gradually gained a general understanding of the composition of this Scattered Cultivation Alliance. It turned out that in the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, in addition to the mysterious early stage of foundation building seniors, there were also six elders and six deacons, these thirteen people were the core members of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, not only could they enjoy the power of cultivating in the Immortal Valley every day for free, but they could also share the draw spirit stones at the Immortal Valley Trade Fair.

Wu Yan observed it and found that there were more than 2,000 people who came here to participate in the trade fair today. Among the more than 2,000 people, except for the more than 800 disciples of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, the remaining more than 1,000 people were all monks who needed to pay spirit stones to the Scattered Cultivation Alliance before they could come in and participate in the transaction. In this way, in a trade fair, just by charging the entrance fee of one spirit stone, the Scattered Cultivation Alliance can earn more than 1,200 spirit stones.

Moreover, these more than 1,000 monks who are not members of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance naturally have to rent the ashram of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance during the two-day trade fair, so that they have to pay another spirit stone.

In such a trade fair, the Scattered Cultivation Alliance could make a profit of more than 2,400 spirit stones. With such a large amount of spirit stones, the six elders and six deacons, as well as the disciples of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance who were in charge of security patrols at this fair, could at most get some fractions. In other words, at a trade fair, the mysterious multi-eyed Dao leader can harvest at least two thousand spirit stones. Thinking about it, Wu Yan was speechless, deeply admired for his multi-eyed vision and mind, and at the same time, he was deeply impressed by the fact that he was able to get a lot of gains from this. His eyes were hot, and he didn't dare to have anything else to think about.

Just kidding, where can the supernatural powers of a monk in the foundation building period be compared to a monk in the Qi refining period? Any monk in the foundation building period can easily kill more than a dozen monks in the Qi refining period.

The boiling Demon Sect monk incident that made a fuss on the border between the Heavenly Wolf Country and the Shen Country at the beginning actually had another hidden story. In fact, the ninefold letter secretly colluded with the monks of the Demon Sect, and happened to be bumped into by the monks of the Shen Kingdom. The two sides fought, and Feng Jiuzhong successively killed dozens of monks in the Qi Refining Period of the Shen Kingdom, and was finally besieged by the five monks of the Shen State in the Foundation Building Period, and they were killed. Even so, before he died, he beheaded one of his fellow monks and seriously injured the other four. Although this battle has been concealed by the sect monks of the two countries, there is no impermeable wall in this world, and it was still detected afterwards.

Wu Yan heard such a secret thing from Lu Cang'er. Thinking of Lu Cang'er, Wu Yan was secretly strange while strolling around. Since they were separated from the two yesterday, the two have not returned to their ashram. This morning, Wu Yan also wanted to invite the two of them to participate in the trade fair together, so that they could take themselves to see for a long time, but found that the two of them did not return overnight.

In the venue of the fair, every two stalls, there was a disciple of the Sixth and Seventh Layer Scattered Cultivation Alliance of the Qi Refining Period with seven small swords on his clothes who was in charge of guarding. Moreover, Wu Yan also found that in this trading place, from time to time, he would encounter a few strangely dressed ninth-layer and tenth-story monks patrolling.

Those monks, there are Taoist priests, monks, farmers, scholars, and even female Taoists, such a combination is really weird. However, many of the Sanshu who came to the trade fair in the valley knew them, and when they saw them passing by, most of them would greet them in a friendly manner.

Wu Yan was walking, and suddenly heard an exclamation from a stall not far away, only to hear the stall owner introduce loudly: "Fellow Daoists, this 'Flying Wheel' magic weapon is a genuine mid-level magic weapon. Hehe, I'm not boasting, I'm afraid it's hard to find a mid-level magic weapon that can compare with this magic weapon in the entire trade fair. Don't miss it when you pass by, if you don't wait for the spirit stone to be used in a hurry, you won't sell it. ”

"Brother, you've been boasting for a long time, how much do you want to sell it for?" a young monk of the eighth layer realm of the Qi refining stage interrupted the stall owner with some impatience and asked.

Wu Yan also squeezed into the crowd curiously. The stall owner is also a monk of the eighth layer realm of the Qi refining period, thirty years old, wearing an old Taoist robe, holding a delicate small wooden box in his hand, and a ring-shaped magic weapon with a flickering spirit is lying quietly in the wooden box.

Many of the monks watching from the side couldn't help but poke their heads out and praise. Judging from the aura emitted by that magic weapon, that magic weapon was indeed a mid-level magic weapon.

"Hehe, this fellow Taoist is an anxious person. Anyway, I'm in a hurry to wait for the spirit stone to be used, if any Taoist friend likes it, take twenty spirit stones. ”

"Hiss~~~~~" There was a gasping sound all around. Twenty spirit stones, this is not a small amount, this person really dares to open his mouth. Ordinary mid-level magic weapons are generally at the price of ten to fifteen spirit stones in the immortal cultivation world. This person was unashamed to ask for twenty spirit stones. If he wasn't crazy, I'm afraid that this magic weapon was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

"Hey, I said this fellow Daoist, are you crazy? An ordinary mid-level magic weapon, you actually offered twenty spirit stones? Hey, you can keep it for yourself." ”

"Hey, don't go. I'm not done yet. Hehe, of course, the asking price will not be so high for no reason. Ladies and gentlemen, this 'Flying Wheel' is not just an ordinary mid-level magic weapon, when this wheel is refined, some thousand-year-old ice is added to it, and if it is used by Daoists who practice water or ice exercises, the power can be increased by at least ten percent. The stall owner said proudly.

As soon as the crowd heard him, they gasped again. If a monk of the ice water spell uses this magic weapon, the power can actually be increased by ten percent, so this magic weapon is indeed worth this price, or even higher. Don't underestimate this increase of ten percent, in the battle of the monks, even if you can increase the power of one percent, it may determine the outcome of a fight, let alone ten percent?

"Okay, I want this 'Flying Wheel' magic weapon! This is twenty spirit stones, and Daoist friends have put it away. The young monk who asked the price earlier hadn't decided whether to buy it or not, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old black-clothed young man who had cultivated on the seventh floor suddenly came out next to him, raised his hand and took out twenty spirit stones, handed them to the stall owner, and snatched the wooden box from the stall owner's hand, for fear that others would interfere halfway and snatch the appearance of buying this magic weapon.

Wu Yan looked strange, and felt that the young man in black looked quite familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. The young man in the crowd who was the first to ask for the price saw that someone had rushed to buy the magic weapon, so he immediately stopped, pointed at the black-clothed young man and shouted, "You guy, you don't know the rules." This magic weapon, obviously the price I asked first, why did you buy it first? Do you want to get along with Lao Tzu?"

The black-clothed young man sneered, looked at the young man indifferently, and said, "Fellow Daoist, keep your mouth clean." Since this thing was sold by this fellow Daoist, it was natural that whoever paid for it would sell it to whomever he paid. I heard it very clearly just now, you don't plan to buy it because the price is too high, why, now that I have bought it, you want to regret it?"

Being robbed of his white by a monk who was one level lower than himself, the young monk's face suddenly became angry, and he opened his mouth to continue scolding, but he was pulled by the stall owner next to him, and whispered in his ear: "Fellow Daoist, he is a monk of the Lu family in Bingzhou, let's say a few words." ”

The young monk was stunned for a moment, and suddenly seemed to think of something, frowned and glanced at the black-clothed young man, turned his head and walked away. The black-clothed young man put away the small wooden box nonchalantly, and walked to leave the trading floor.

Wu Yan watched clearly from the side, his heart moved, and he quickly caught up with the black-clothed young man, and shouted in a low voice: "Can this fellow Daoist know Lu Cang'er?"

The black-clothed young man turned his back and shook slightly, but he didn't turn his head, but said in a very low voice: "Daoyou, but Brother Wu Yan, don't lean over!"

Wu Yan heard the man call out his name, knew that he had found the right person, smiled slightly on his face, and was about to walk over to say hello, when he heard the last words of the young man, he looked around with a slight frown, quite puzzled.

The black-clothed young man took two steps forward, walked to a stall, said hello to the stall owner, chatted a few words, pretended to turn around casually, and faced Wu Yan. Wu Yan suddenly remembered that he had seen this person in the Lu family, and it seemed that his name was Lu Cangshan, and he was Lu Cang'er's younger brother. Just because when he was introduced by Lu Cang'er, this young man was only fourteen years old, and now three or four years have passed, he is obviously an adult, and his appearance has changed a lot.

Wu Yan was a little strange, why was Lu Cangshan's behavior so weird? Could it be related to Lu Cang'er?

Just when Wu Yan touched his chin and pondered, Lu Cangshan walked over to Wu Yan, but he didn't recognize him, and when he passed by, Wu Yan felt that there was one more thing in his hand. After Lu Cangshan walked over, his figure disappeared into the crowd.

Wu Yan's face moved slightly, and he quietly put the things in his hand into the leather bag in his waist, turned around and began to turn around the stalls again. But this time, when he paid attention, he found something different.

He found that, consciously or unconsciously, it seemed that someone was secretly observing him. This discovery surprised Wu Yan. Could it be that because he was unwilling to join the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, he was worried about it?

At this moment, Wu Yan's mood was gloomy and dripping water. However, the purpose of participating in the trade fair has not been achieved, and Wu Yan is not willing to leave. After thinking about it, he continued to spin around the trading floor as if he didn't know.

After turning around for a while, Wu Yan's eyes were suddenly attracted by an inconspicuous stall.

"Fellow Daoist, do you also want to sell these seeds?" Wu Yan walked to the stall, squatted on the ground, pointed to a small bag of black seeds the size of broad beans spread out on the stall, and asked the stall owner.

The stall owner was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, who looked delicate and cute, and when she saw someone coming to ask, she raised her head and saw Wu Yan looking at her curiously, and her face showed a shy flush.