Chapter 64 The Boy in Black

Through constant inquiries and inquiries, Wu Yan gradually gained a general understanding of the composition of the loose cultivator alliance. It turns out that in the Rogue Cultivator Alliance, in addition to the mysterious Taoist Priest Duomu, who is in the early stage of foundation building, there are also six elders and six deacons. These thirteen people are the core members of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance. Not only can they enjoy free services every day He has the right to practice in the Immortal Valley, and can also share the spirit stones drawn from the Fairy Valley Fair.

Wu Yan observed it and found that there were at least two thousand people here to participate in the trade fair today. Among the more than 2,000 people, except for the more than 800 disciples of the Rogue Cultivators Alliance, the other more than 1,000 are monks who need to pay spiritual stones to the Rogue Cultivators Alliance before they can come in to participate in the transaction. In this way, the casual cultivator alliance can earn more than 1,200 spiritual stones from one trade fair just by charging the entrance fee of one spiritual stone.

Furthermore, these more than a thousand monks who are not members of the Casual Cultivator Alliance will naturally have to rent a quiet room in the Casual Cultivator Alliance during the two days of the trade fair. In this way, they will have to pay another spiritual stone.

From such a trade fair, the Rogue Cultivator Alliance could profit from more than 2,400 spiritual stones. For such a large amount of spiritual stones, the six elders, six deacons, and the disciples from the casual cultivator alliance who were responsible for security patrols at the trade fair would only receive a small fraction at most. In other words, at one trade fair, the mysterious Taoist Priest Duomu could harvest at least two thousand spiritual stones. Thinking about it, Wu Yan was speechless. He was deeply impressed by the vision and mind of Taoist Master Duomu. At the same time, he was also very jealous that he could gain a lot of money through this. His eyes were hot, and he didn't dare to have any other thoughts.

Just kidding, how can the magical powers of monks in the foundation-building stage be compared to those in the Qi-refining stage? Any monk in the foundation building stage can easily kill dozens of monks in the Qi refining stage.

The uproar incident involving the Demon Sect monks at the border between Tianlang Kingdom and Shen Kingdom actually had a hidden agenda. In fact, Feng Jiuzhong was secretly colluding with the Demon Sect monks, and happened to be caught by the Shen Kingdom monks. The two parties fought fiercely. Feng Jiuzhong killed dozens of monks in the Qi Refining Stage of Shen State one after another. In the end, he was besieged by five monks of Shen State in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Only then was he defeated and killed. Even so, before he died, he beheaded a monk of the same level and seriously injured the other four. Although this battle has been concealed by the sect monks of the two countries, there is no airtight wall in this world, and it was still discovered afterwards.

Wu Yan heard such a secret thing from Lu Xang'er. Thinking of Lu Xanthium, Wu Yan was also secretly wondering while wandering around. Since we separated from them yesterday, they have never returned to their quiet room. This morning, Wu Yan wanted to invite these two people to attend the trade fair together and let them introduce him to the trade fair, but he found that the two of them had not returned home all night.

In the trade fair venue, every second stall was guarded by a sixth- and seventh-level casual cultivator alliance disciple with seven small swords on his clothes. Moreover, Wu Yan also discovered that in this trading place, from time to time he would encounter a few weirdly dressed ninth- and tenth-level monks patrolling.

Those monks include Taoists, monks, farmers, scholars, and even female Taoists. Such a combination is really weird. However, many of the casual cultivators who came to participate in the trade fair in the valley were acquainted with them, and most of them would say hello in a friendly way when they saw them passing by.

Wu Yan was walking when he suddenly heard an exclamation coming from a stall not far away. The stall owner introduced loudly: "Fellow Taoists, this 'Flying Wheel' magical weapon is a genuine Chinese magic weapon. Hehe, I'm not bragging, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a mid-level magic weapon that can compare with this one in the entire fair. Don't miss it if you pass by. If you are not waiting for the spiritual stone. , I won’t sell anything.”

"Brother, you've been boasting for a long time, how much do you want to sell it for?" A young monk at the eighth level of Qi refining stage interrupted the stall owner impatiently and asked.

Wu Yan also squeezed into the crowd curiously. The stall owner is also a monk at the eighth level of the Qi Refining Stage. He is in his thirties, wearing an ancient Taoist robe. He is holding a delicate small wooden box in his hand. In the wooden box lies a circular magic spell with flashing light. device.

Many of the monks who were watching could not help but poke their heads out and praise him. Judging from the spiritual light emitted by the magic weapon, it was indeed an intermediate magic weapon.

"Haha, this fellow Taoist is quite impatient. Anyway, I am anxiously waiting for the spiritual stones to be used. If any fellow Taoist likes it, I can take twenty spiritual stones."

"Hiss~~~~" There was a sound of gasping all around. Twenty spiritual stones, this is not a small amount, this person really dares to open his mouth. Ordinary mid-level magic weapons generally cost ten to fifteen spiritual stones in the world of immortality. This person asked for twenty spiritual stones without any shame. If he wasn't crazy, perhaps this magic weapon was not as simple as it seemed.

"Hey, fellow Taoist, are you crazy? You actually offer twenty spiritual stones for an ordinary mid-level magic weapon? Hey, you can keep it for yourself."

"Hey, don't go. I haven't finished speaking yet. Hehe, of course I won't ask for such a high price for no reason. Everyone, this 'Flying Wheel' is not just an ordinary mid-level magic weapon. This wheel is... During the refining process, some thousand-year-old ice was added to it. If Taoists who practice water or ice techniques use it, the power can be increased by at least ten percent," the stall owner said proudly.

When everyone heard what he said, they gasped again. When a monk who uses ice and water spells uses this magic weapon, its power can actually increase by ten percent. So this magic weapon is indeed worth the price, or even higher. Don't underestimate this 10% increase. In a monk's battle, even a 1% increase in power may determine the outcome of a battle, let alone 10%?

"Okay, I want this 'Flying Wheel' magic weapon! Here are twenty spiritual stones. Fellow Taoist, keep them." The young monk who asked about the price before had not yet decided whether to buy it or not, when a man suddenly appeared next to him. The 17 or 18-year-old black-clothed boy who had cultivated on the seventh floor raised his hand and took out twenty spiritual stones and handed them to the stall owner. He snatched the wooden box from the stall owner's hand, fearing that others would intervene midway and steal it. It looks like I bought this magic weapon.

Wu Yan looked strange. He felt that the young man in black looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. The young man in the crowd who was the first to ask for the price saw that someone had bought the magic weapon first. He immediately gave up and pointed at the young man in black and shouted: "You guy, you don't understand the rules. This magic weapon is obviously I asked you the price first, why did you buy it first? Do you want to make things difficult for me?"

The young man in black sneered, looked at the young man nonchalantly, and said: "Fellow Taoist, please be more careful with your mouth. Since this thing is sold by this fellow Taoist, it will naturally be sold to whoever pays. I just heard that It’s very clear that you thought the price was high and didn’t plan to buy it. Why, now that I’ve bought it, you want to regret it?”

Being snatched away by a monk who was one level below him, the young monk suddenly became furious and opened his mouth to continue cursing. Unexpectedly, the stall owner next to him grabbed him and whispered in his ear: "Tao Friend, he is a monk from the Lu family in Bingzhou, please say a few words."

The young monk was stunned, and suddenly seemed to think of something. He frowned and glanced at the young man in black, then turned away angrily. The young man in black put the small wooden box away nonchalantly and looked like he was about to leave the trading place.

Wu Yan watched clearly from the side, and with a thought in his heart, he quickly caught up with the young man in black and shouted in a low voice: "Does this fellow Taoist know fellow Taoist Lu Xian'er?"

The young man in black turned his back, shaking slightly, but did not turn his head. Instead, he said in a very low voice: "Fellow Taoist, is this brother Wu Yan? Don't come closer!"

When Wu Yan heard the man calling his name, he knew he had found the right person. He smiled slightly and was about to walk over to greet him. When he heard the young man's last words, he looked around with a slight frown on his brows. Puzzled.

The young man in black took two steps forward and walked to a stall. He said hello to the stall owner, chatted for a few words, then pretended to turn back casually and faced Wu Yan. Wu Yan suddenly remembered that he had met this person in the Lu family. He seemed to be named Lu Cangshan, and he was Lu Xang'er's younger brother. Just because when Lu Xang'er introduced him, this young man was still only fourteen years old. Now three or four years later, he has obviously grown up and his appearance has changed a lot. Therefore, although Wu Yan had some impressions, he didn't recognize him just now. come out.

Wu Yan was a little surprised. Why was Lu Cangshan behaving so strangely? Could it be related to Xanthium xanthium?

Just as Wu Yan was touching his chin and thinking deeply, Lu Cangshan walked towards Wu Yan, but did not recognize him. As he passed by, Wu Yan felt that there was something extra in his hand. After Lu Cangshan walked over, his figure disappeared into the crowd.

Wu Yan's face moved slightly, he quietly put the things in his hands into the leather bag on his waist, turned around and started to walk around the various stalls. But this time when he paid attention, he found something different.

He discovered that, intentionally or unintentionally, someone seemed to be observing him secretly. This discovery greatly surprised Wu Yan. Is it because he is unwilling to join the Loose Cultivator Alliance that he is being considered?

At this moment, Wu Yan's mood was so gloomy that he could shed tears. However, the purpose of participating in the trade fair has not been achieved, and Wu Yan is not willing to leave just now. After thinking about it, he pretended not to know and continued to wander around the trading floor.

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

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

The stall owner was a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, with a pretty and cute appearance. When she saw someone coming to ask, she raised her head and saw Wu Yan looking at her curiously, with a shy blush on her face.