When I arrived in front of Guiyun Tower, I saw a big cart waiting in front of the door. Of course, the one who pulled the cart was not an ordinary horse, but a huge and docile half-monster beast, a fire-scale horse.

It is said that this fire-scale horse is a descendant of a hybrid between a steed horse and a fire-scale armored cow. It inherits the endurance of the fire-scale armored cow and the speed of the horse. It runs as fast as the wind and is extremely stable. It is the most commonly used means of transportation for ordinary cultivation families.

When Zhang Yang first heard about the origin of this Fire Scale Horse, he thought about the burly figure and irritable temper of the Fire Scale Bull I had seen before, and secretly sweated the mother of the Fire Scale Bull. I really don’t know how it can withstand the troubles of the Fire Scale Bull.

"What? Could it be that the market is not in Maiji Town?" Zhang Yang asked when he saw the carriage.

"Haha, yes, senior! Because not only the local monks from Maiji Town, but also many other monks from other places will come from afar, with many people. Maiji Town is full of mortals, which is really inconvenient, so it has always been held in Baiyun Mountain more than 50 miles west of the city. This token is an identity identification for entering the market." Manager Bai smiled and explained, and at the same time handed over a wooden token, which was engraved with Zhang Yang's name.

Zhang Yang took it and nodded without comment.

For him, more than fifty miles is a distance that can be reached just by spreading his wings.

However, first of all, I don’t know the specific location of the market; secondly, the characteristics of the Golden Wings are too obvious. He made a big fuss in Tianyu Sect a few years ago. Now if his identity is exposed, it will be a bit inconvenient. Therefore, it is better to take the bus honestly as the arrangements.

I opened the curtain and got into the car and found that there were already three or four people in the car. The most eye-catching one was a purple-clad cultivator sitting in the innermost corner. Although she was sitting and wearing a wide dress, she couldn't hide her graceful body; a layer of gauze covered her face and her face was hazy, giving people infinite imagination.

Zhang Yang subconsciously wanted to explore his spiritual sense and see his beauty, but he quickly suppressed this rude idea.

Although I think I have an immortal body and many means, it should be fine to sweep the foundation-building stage; however, there are difficulties and dangers everywhere in the cultivation world, and it is always right to be vigilant at all times.

The other two were not conspicuous at all. They were both at level 7 or 8 in the Qi Refining Period. However, judging from the distance between them, they should not be accomplices.

Zhang Yang did not mean to say hello to these people, and entered the inner side and sat in another corner.

After a moment, several more people got on the bus one after another.

Without exception, when I came in, I looked at the cultivator in purple at the first sight. A bald monk was even more shocked at the female cultivator when he came in. With the reminder of his companions, he did not take any further rude actions.

The carriage was quickly filled with ten people in total. However, because the carriage was very spacious, it did not seem crowded at all, but there was enough room for movement.

Manager Bai seemed to be the escort of this trip. When he saw that everyone was here, he said hello. The fire-scale horse "Herod" neighed and began to run wildly.

Zhang Yang seemed to be sitting in a stern manner, without looking at him. In fact, when everyone got on the bus, they had already judged their strength clearly.

Among these people, in addition to Zhang Yang himself, there are three other monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage, namely the woman in purple, the bald male monk, and his companion - a gray-haired old man.

Among them, the woman in purple has a middle-stage foundation building stage, the bald male monk has a late-stage foundation building stage, and his companion gray-haired old man has a peak foundation building stage.

The fire-scale horse galloped rapidly, but it was extremely stable, and everyone was extremely quiet along the way. Only the bald monk stared at the woman in purple with lustful eyes from time to time.

I couldn't walk for more than twenty miles, and I could only hear the fire-scale horse "Herod" neighing and the cart was slammed.

"!What's going on with this person driving the car? Are you going to be dying?"

The bald man show immediately scolded.

Looking out from the car window, a group of timberwolves ran out from somewhere, following the howlings and running on both sides of the carriage.

If it were an ordinary horse, it would probably be frightened in this case. However, the Fire-Scale Horse has the bloodline of the Fire-Scale Armored Cattle, so it is naturally not afraid of these things. Instead, it runs faster. Even when a timberwolve approaches, its thick hooves suddenly collapse, and immediately tramples on it and brains burst.

Soon, several balls of fireballs ejected from both sides of the carriage, igniting the two timberwolves that were pushing the nearest, and immediately lay on the ground and howled shrillly; several flying knives flashed and took action, and quickly killed more than a dozen timberwolves. But the manager was waiting for the action.

The timberwolves suffered heavy losses and saw that they could not take advantage of them, so they slowly retreated.

The worst of the people in the car is also the Qi Refining Stage, so naturally they won’t feel nervous about this little episode.

After half an hour, I felt that the speed of the Fire Scale Horse slowed down, but I arrived at the location.

The carriage door opened, and the white-man's face greeted everyone with a smile.

"You are so sorry for all seniors. Our business bank is not doing well, and I have disturbed you on the way."

"Shocking birds! Can a few little wolf cubs still disturb the old men? But this small carriage is about to get sick, so I don't arrange for a girl to serve the old men!" The bald man stepped down first, and his loud voice sounded. When he said the last sentence, he deliberately glanced at the purple-clothed female cultivator.

The latter immediately showed an angry expression on his face, but he just frowned, but without saying anything, he flashed forward.

"Haha, this carriage is indeed a little narrower. Once you get familiar with it, the senior will know the location next time, and it will be much more convenient to come with his own sword." Bai Guanshi looked like he was a friend of Shi Lao.

Zhang Yang could see clearly that when the female cultivator stepped between the two trees, her figure blurred and disappeared.

I felt aroused in my heart and knew that this was a formation restriction such as a psychedelic formation, so I was not nervous. I had been living in the cultivation world for ten years, and he was no longer the tender bird he had just traveled through time.

Zhang Yang didn't talk much nonsense, and followed and walked in.

When passing the restriction, I clearly felt that the wooden token in my hand fluctuated, which echoed the large array.

The scenery in front of me changed, but I saw a bustling crowd of people in such a large square, which looked like more than a thousand people.

This surprised Zhang Yang. It was really rare that Xiao Xiaomaiji Town and a market could gather more than a thousand monks.

A look of surprise flashed away, and Zhang Yang flashed into the crowd.

It was the first time I had a close conversation with so many cultivators and felt the customs and customs of the cultivation world. I was really a little dazed.

But there are stalls on both sides of the road. The distance between the stalls is far apart, and even some goods are surrounded by small formations and prohibition protection, showing a very precious appearance.

There are so many monks, but there are no conflicts in fighting. It is because there are two teams of guards wearing armor on the outside of the market, all of whom have the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Of course, Zhang Yang did not think that this was the entire force of guarding the market. I believe that if someone dared to cause trouble here, Guiyun Trading Company would definitely have other means.

When he participated in the market for the first time, Zhang Yang was immediately attracted by the dazzling array of goods at the stall next to him.

After looking at it for a while, Zhang Yang's brows frowned slightly.

Although there are many types of goods here, most of them are elixirs, monster materials, etc. In terms of quality, they are indeed more precious than those placed by Guiyun Trading Company. However, those who really sell mental methods are relatively rare.

Occasionally, some casual cultivators not only have a very high price, but also have very average quality of their skills, which cannot satisfy Zhang Yang at all.

Just when Zhang Yang thought he was going to get nothing, suddenly, his body seemed to be summoned, and there was a strong throbbing.

"Hmm? What's going on? This time it doesn't seem to be "Taiyin Refining"."

Zhang Yang thought for a while and tried the direction. He found that the more he walked north, the stronger the feeling of summoning.

The subconscious mind told Zhang Yang that this seemed not a bad thing, and without hesitation, he followed him.

After walking through the stalls, after a while, I saw that the stall owner was lying on the lounge chair with his legs crossed his head, looking leisurely, which contrasted with other colleagues around who were busy greeting guests.

This also leads to the fact that although his location is good, there are really not many guests stopping in front of the stall.

Zhang Yang found that what he called for strongly was a gray iron block on the stall. The thing was irregular, like a fragment.

When he saw this "gray iron", Zhang Yang's eyes twitched and he was inexplicably excited. Although he didn't know what it was, his intuition told him that this thing was very important to him. Because as he approached, Zhang Yang could obviously feel that the cells in his body seemed to jump excitedly.

This is just an inner feeling, and from the outside, there is no abnormality.

What made Zhang Yang even happier was that looking at the piece of gray iron randomly, the stall owner obviously did not pay attention to it. If he planned it well, he might not have to spend any cost to get it.

Scandal from the corner of his eyes, Zhang Yang's eyes were staring at a low-level magic weapon in the center of the stall. It was the least valuable simple attack magic weapon, which was in an umbrella shape and was said to be able to activate the power of lightning.

However, since it is positioned as a low-level magic weapon, its power is naturally quite limited.

Zhang Yang was happy that this low-level magic weapon had a small restriction protection, which was not touched by people at will, while the "gray iron" next to it did not even have a basic restriction. Obviously, in the eyes of the stall owner, its importance was far below this low-level magic weapon.

The stall owner saw that someone was interested in his stuff, so he yawned and stood up.

"Brahma Thunder Umbrella, a low-level magic weapon, if you want it, you won't bargain!"

A low-grade magic weapon with single performance and low power requires 15,000 spirit stones, but it is a bit high.

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