"Have vision." Xie Yue picked his thumb, "This thing is called "Qingfu Xianyang". The first-level demon wood is only equivalent to a level of Qi refining cultivator. It seems very naive, but in fact its talented spell is the extremely rare Yu-headed spell "Must Seed Hidden", which can swallow the surrounding space and form a mini world that belongs to one of its own!"

"Can it swallow the surrounding space?"

Chang Kaishen glanced back and looked at the "Qingfu Immortal Yang" very firmly. The top and bottom are called Yu. Cultivators must be qualified to learn and use space spells with the word "Sleeveless Qiankun" in the Golden Elixir Stage. This demon tree that looks inequality did not expect to have such a cool ability!

"This is called having a specialty in art. Don't measure the value of "Qingfu Xianyang" from the perspective of combat effectiveness. Fighting and killing is not its strength. Its strength is that it can swallow a mile of space around every year of growth. Now if you cut it with one sword, hehe, we can immediately add a large piece of land in front of you." The evil moon circled the roots of the tree, first turned to the left three times, then turned to the right three times, then slapped the trunk with both hands, shouted twice to open the door, and disappeared without a trace.

Chang Kaishen also followed the cat and painted tigers, circled, slapped the trees, and shouted to open the door. In an instant, a loud noise came from his ears, "Qingfu Xianyang", the stream and the rain forest were no longer visible. A bluestone street full of enthusiasm and surging heads suddenly opened in front of him. Looking around, the line of flying eaves and corners and swallows whispering low in the shade of willows could be seen in the air. The intoxicating fragrance of silk and powder was filled with silk and beautiful powder.

Chang Kaishen turned around and there was a stone screen behind him, with three large characters engraved on it: "Happy House".

Xie Yue held a grass stem in her mouth and proudly leaned half of her body against the stone screen.

"We have twenty-four markets in Maha Wuliang Palace, and "Huanxifang" is just one of them." As soon as we arrived, Sister Yue exuded unparalleled confidence: "But I can assure you that "Huanxifang" is definitely the most enjoyable of the twenty-four markets in this school."

The top scholar quickly understood why he said that.

The more he walked into the market, the more he walked, the pavilions and towers on both sides of the streets, the sound of singing softly and the touching silver bells were heard. Not only were the women leaning against the railings, but the top scholar also saw many men and real men. What he couldn't stand the most was that these kiln sisters were not ordinary people, but all his grandmothers were monks.

"Are you dazzled?" Xie Yue laughed: "Happy House" is the most famous gentle place in the cultivation world of our Little Fozhou. Those monks who are good at charming arts in the room and practice dual cultivation are basically gathered here."

"Are you wrong? What about the self-esteem of the cultivator?"

"I knew you were going to make a fuss." Xie Yue was very dissatisfied with this: "This has something to do with the self-esteem of a monk. In our Buddhist six paramitas, giving first is the first priority. "Physical donation" is also the Mahayana method of relaying from the shore of troubles to the other side of enlightenment. As for those monks who come here to play "the way of moving the door" such as collecting yin and replenishing yang, climbing bows and crossbows, rushing the navel and passing the air, using prescriptions, burning the socks and hitting the cauldron, entering red lead, refining autumn stones, and taking women's breasts and other "door movement methods."

"I just used the high-sounding nonsense to show off to me. What do you mean by saying that it sounds so nice? Isn't it just a bitch?"

"In order to find inspiration to break the threshold, the game is tight. Of course, you can stand and talk without pain. But when you see the bottleneck in the future, you may also leave your noble and cold and beautiful, and run here to hang the sign." Sister Yue seemed to possess Nietzsche, saying a unique philosophical saying: "——What is cultivation? Cultivation is selling lust!"

"Fuck!" Chang Kaishen was about to refute it, but suddenly he saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eyes.

Zong Heng didn't work hard in the "Huanhuan Room" and ran to the "Huanxifang" practice stall.

The stalls here are usually casual and wild cultivators. These suffering people have no stable source of income. Today they are hunting a demon bird in Dongshan and digging a Ganoderma lucidum to the market to exchange for the supplies they need urgently needed. This is full of legendary stories about changing big white horses to whetstones, or a pin to exchange for villas, which makes many monks who have just entered the industry and are short of money. But as long as people who are really rational, they know that there are no genius treasures on this street stall waiting for you to see the green eyes.

The top scholar winked Xie Yue and walked straight to Zong Heng's stall.

The King of Duowen was wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, with a genius. Beside him was a scarecrow wearing cowhide armor, with flickered star spots on his body, and a layer of mercury-like ripples, which changed from time to time to form four words: "Repairing Magic Tool".

This live advertisement was so conspicuous. Several monks passing by stopped and surrounded the armor made of the fallen rhinoceros skin in amazement. However, Zong Heng's fruit position was too low and his face was too tender. These monks looked at me and I looked at you, and they were still a little skeptical.

"Fellow Taoist, do you see if my talisman sword is still possible to be repaired?" A Taoist who was as clear as a sequel to snatched a dull, round, and dull peach wood sword from the treasure bag, and looked at Zong Heng with a tentative look.

Zong Heng didn't raise his eyelids, and took the peach wood sword and followed the sword spine, and casually reported a number: "One Hundred Spirit Sand."

"No problem, I bought this Nine Yang Talisman Sword for a thousand spiritual sand."

Zong Heng's fingers were like a sword, and a little star-like true energy condensed from his fingertips, and a short horizontal line was drawn on the top of the sword thigh. The peach wood sword appeared like a magic trick. Zong Heng penetrated the true energy, and the peach wood sword spit out flames, and turned it into a magic weapon that was more than three feet long and was swirling with flames.

"Cultivate one hundred spiritual sand."

"You just drew a line, it's worth a hundred spiritual sand?" Taoist Qinghuang's face suddenly collapsed.

"Draw a line and value a grain of spiritual sand. I know where to draw a line and value a grain of spiritual sand." Zong Heng rubbed his fingers impatiently and signaled him to pay the money quickly.

Taoist Qinghuang had no choice but to count out a hundred spiritual sands and exchanged them for the peach wood sword in anger.

The monks watching the fun next to them saw Zong Heng's ability and asked about the price of the rhinoceros leather armor.

"This is a zither made of the Fallow Rhinoceros skin. I have consecrated the thirteenth water curtain ban on it. It is not an exaggeration to sell 1,300 spiritual sand?" Zong Heng poked the armor with the tip of the sword. The pores at the sword immediately erupted one after another, causing the tip of the sword to break open.

Several customers bargained with pain in their faces. The last strong man with a nine-ring sword on his back bid the highest price. He exchanged a bundle of yellow animal hair and a "shark silk dragon yarn" as thin as a cicada wing to remove the rhinoceros leather armor.

"I said..." Xie Yue's eyes were cramped when she looked around: "This is too powerful to make money? Those with skills are better than those who sell their strength."

Seeing that the top scholar was like a bandit, snatching the harvest just now from the boy in white, Sister Yue was shocked and rushed up to dissuade him: "Do you want to die of Farke Oil? You dare to snatch other people's things in the market!"

"It's okay." The beautiful boy in white raised his eyelids and looked at Xie Yue lazily. This guy's handsome and handsome voice and his cool voice were so cool that they could not help but attract attention.

"What is this thing?" The top scholar held the bundle of golden needle beast hair in his hand and weighed it. From it, he felt the pure and transparent spiritual energy as spiritual sand.

"This is the neck hair of the "Golden Retriever". Its function is the same as spiritual sand. One hair can replenish a transformation of true energy. However, the "Golden Retriever" is only available in the wild and cannot be cultivated like Capricorns."

"Did you make money today?" When Chang Sang distributed all the corpses of the fallen Luoxi to Zong Heng in the Huangquan Realm, he never thought that his good friend could use these corpses to make money.

"Not much, I just opened when you came."

"Did you see me coming to the market?"

"Nonsense! Since you appeared, there were a few pairs of eyes on the street who didn't notice you, a handsome guy."

Xie Yue was stunned, looked at Chang Kaishen, and then looked at the beautiful boy in white: "So you two know each other?" When he knew that these two were brothers of the same year, he was completely stunned. It was only two days after Faming joined the "Huanghuan Room" and he could go to the market to help others repair magic weapons? Is it because the rookies of the Fazi generation are too capable, or are the other idiots of our Maha Wuliang Palace?

I heard that the two fish heads came to the market to drink flower wine. Zong Heng first despised them, and then said that he would definitely pay me one.

So Xie Yue led two naughty children into the "Sanjiang Pavilion".

This brothel is Xie Yue's old base. I opened a private room on the second floor with a familiar road. I ordered a bunch of wine and food. Before I could call him a twelve, I got off from the third floor and saw a very familiar figure.

Qidian is still so stinky, with a look of pride and arrogant look on the world.

"It's also your brothers?" Xie Yue found that the two Dharma generations had their eyes pressed over and asked tentatively.

After receiving the affirmative reply, Sister Yue was so angry, "Why are all the Fazi generations so rich! Last night, this bastard called seven girls to spend the night with him. Even if my love interest was met, he would smash it away with the spirit sand!"

Qidian also found two brothers from the sand pot at this time. They shook over with spring breeze on their faces, stepped on the delicate round stool, looked at people with nostrils, and shook their legs.

"Did you spend the night here last night?" The elder brother couldn't help asking him: "I also asked seven horses to get out of the sheets?"

"My cave is like Faming. I have sold it. Where can I go to spend the night if I don't come here?" Qi Dian rolled his big eyes: "Since I'm here, of course I have to ask a girl to accompany me in the bed! Guess how much real energy I earned last night?"

"How many?"

"One thousand four hundred and fifty-two turns to true essence!" Qi Dian proudly reported his record - "Caizhan in the Room" is an absolute zero-sum game. There must be one side that is the winner and the other side that is the loser. It is good to only lose true essence. The worst thing is that he loses Yuanzhen like Xie Yue, which will never be restored.

Chang Kaishen was dumbfounded. The flute bone qualification was known as the best in the Dharma generation. He only practiced 283 turns of true essence in one night. The Qidian actually used the replenishment technique to exceed the flute by nearly ten times!

"When did you learn the method of dual cultivation of desire and pleasure? This level is too strong, right?" Sister Yue was completely confused. The Mahayana method of picking war in the room was planting lotus in the fire, turning poison into wisdom, and turning somersaults on the needle tip. Maha Wuliang Palace would not teach this technique of male and female qi fusion and replenishing yin to the first level of Qi to the small shrimps who refine Qi!

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