Uncrowned Evil Emperor

"Take a walk and take a look. The best fine mother marble is an essential material for making golden treasures."

"Longyang Golden Pill, an excellent elixir to replenish divine power, all you need is a piece of low-grade golden treasure and chalcedony."

"Shenwu Pill, refined with the golden body of a master, one can last for an hour without loss of divine power, the quantity is not much, buy it quickly."

In Donggufang City, there are not many stalls, only forty to fifty large and small, but it is bustling inside, and there are also many casual practitioners, basically several times the number of stalls, with hundreds of people.

Walking in from the outside of the island, Feng Jueyu was very surprised. It stands to reason that in a place like this on the edge of Xiandao, no matter how many casual cultivators there are, there shouldn’t be so many people. Donggufang City is not the largest city here. How could there be so many monks gathered in such a small market?

Although he searched for the soul of the old man, some things in his memory could not be fully transmitted to his mind. Feng Jueyu expressed doubts about seeing so many people in such an unremarkable market, but no matter what, people talk too much There are many miscellaneous and easy-to-find information.

Thinking in his heart, Feng Jueyu went to visit Fangshi on the surface, but actually pricked up his ears to listen to what these people were saying.

Bargaining when buying things must be everywhere, and naturally some people chat about other things when they are hanging out together. He just walked into the market, and he heard two people walking and talking together.

One of them said: "Have you heard? A few days ago, in the sea outside the island, three masters appeared, and they had a big fight. The momentum was earth-shattering. Visually, they should be masters from the Shattered Nirvana Realm."

"Really or not? Spirit Sword Island is not big, and there are not many masters in the Broken Nirvana Realm. Who the hell is there? Such a big enmity?" The other expressed shock, his eyes widened.

The man held his stomach and laughed twice before, and said, dumbfounded: "What are you thinking? The masters on the island don't have that kind of leisure. It's not like you don't know that our Spirit Sword Island is one of the outer islands of the overseas fairy island. The safest place, the big powers in the nearby islands, who would want to see our city group destroyed, who would dare to cause trouble here?"

"That is……"

"It's probably from outside. The two masters of the soul race and ghost way are really not weak, but they have encountered a problem. I heard that the two guys fighting with them have a very deep ice-type origin. Three moves and two Just beat that guy until he vomited blood, if they hadn't escaped so fast, surely they wouldn't know how they died?"

Feng Jueyu heard it at first, got it, I got it, the two guys were talking about the two soul clan guys that Xuan Zhong and Xuan Zhong said they met, but he was also astute when he heard this passage. I learned something from it that I didn't know.

That is Spirit Sword Island, it is not as simple as it appears on the surface.

Spirit Sword Island has a casual cultivator alliance to maintain law and order. This is a superficial phenomenon. After listening to these two people, Feng Jueyu realized that some nearby forces are also protecting Spirit Sword Island. Their purpose seems to be simply to maintain Spirit Sword These square markets have been passed down on the island for thousands of years.

In fact, it is not surprising to think about it. If there are various forces entrenched in a place, everyone wants to dominate the leader, and the market will inevitably be affected. Once the market is not safe, who will bring things to sell? What about the deal?Conversely, if a market is calm and everyone enjoys exchanging treasures, of course everyone is happy to get together and communicate.

They are all for the pursuit of the pinnacle of martial arts, and no one wants to fight every day with their heads pinned to their waistbands.

With this information, Feng Jueyu became more confident and bold. He followed those two people and listened to some people chatting, but he didn't get any news that was more beneficial to him. Most of them were bargaining, or gathering around a certain place At the booth, discuss whether a certain treasure is real, or express curiosity about some rare things, etc.

Without the necessary information, Feng Jueyu left the two with a broken mouth, wandered around the market without any results, and turned to the next market.

The Fangshi on Lingjian Island is really well-known. The distance between the two Fangshi is not far, only a few miles away, and another Fangshi appeared on the other island.

This Fangshi is going to be much bigger, four or five times bigger than Donggu Fangshi. The name of the Fangshi is: Shaojiafangshi. It is dense, and there are teahouses and restaurants for rest inside. Walking from the Rainbow Bridge, looking around, the dark crowd is crowded in the square city, rubbing shoulders and elbows, densely packed, but they don't hate each other, but are beaming with joy.

Cultivators have very withdrawn personalities. Gatherings like this are rare in Hongtu Dashi, and it is rare for these high-ranking guys to integrate into such a large group without showing disgust. Things are not clear.

Since so many people can get together to shop for treasures in Fangshi, there must be many treasures worthy of people's attention in Shaojiafang City.

Thinking about it, Feng Jueyu couldn't avoid it, and soon merged into the crowd of Shaojiafang City.

He went in and took a look, and he was not disappointed. The two stalls near the gate of Fangshi were considered the best, but they were just outside stalls. However, there were many people gathered in front of these two stalls. There are various bottles on one of the booths, and the aroma is about to gather into a colorful cloud above the booth, and the original breath can be seen flowing through the clouds covered with clouds.

Needless to say, the stalls mainly sell pills.

The other booth was filled with all kinds of Magical Artifacts. Of course, generally better Magical Artifacts would not be coveted on the stall, but there were also many low-grade Golden Treasures, and even a middle-grade Magical Artifact. for sale.

There are quite a lot of people gathered in this booth, most of them are masters above the Tiny Tire Realm, and a few are at the Spirit Platform Realm.

A few people obviously took a fancy to that medium-grade magic weapon—it was a scarlet pen, whose purpose was unknown. Although the middle-grade gold treasure magic weapon was not a particularly good thing, it was powerful after all. Dashi, not everyone is as rich as Killer Feng Da. It is good for ordinary Lingtai people to get low-grade golden treasures. As for middle-grade ones, they are basically rare items.

Originally, those masters with complete and perfect fetuses also wanted to buy this magic weapon, but when they saw three spirit platform realms vying for it next to them, they leaned aside in a sensible way.

There is no other reason. With their strength, they don't want to offend masters stronger than themselves. Although there are several big forces in the market secretly maintaining law and order, it would be bad if you bought a magic weapon and offended a master. With you blocked outside, can you still run?

No one wanted to make trouble for themselves, so they backed away a few steps and watched the three spirit platform realms scrambling for each other.

"Boss, I'll offer 100 yuan of middle-grade golden treasure chalcedony." A middle-aged man stretched out a finger like an iron rod.

A young man next to him quit, and laughed and said, "Do you know how this Zhuxin brush is made? I'll give you 100 yuan, and you're ashamed to bid."

Cultivators, there are very few people who are as rich as the enemy. 100 yuan of middle-grade gold and jade marrow is not too little for an ordinary casual practitioner, but young people scoff at it.

Feng Jueyu saw that there was something lively to watch, so he stopped temporarily, only to hear the middle-aged man say displeasedly: "What are you talking about, you can bid if you want, don't be silly."

The young man cast a disdainful glance, reached out and took out a treasure bag from his waist and threw it on the booth: "Three hundred."

The words were simple and shocking, and the surrounding crowd exclaimed, 300 yuan of chalcedony is quite a lot.

The middle-aged man's face turned as red as a pig's liver, and he couldn't take out 300 yuan of chalcedony.

At this moment, another gray-haired old man raised his eyelids and said, "I pay three hundred and five."

"hiss?"

Is there room for appreciation?

Feng Jueyu was also a little surprised. He didn't think much of it when he heard the name Zhuxinbi before, but the two people kept increasing the price, which meant that this treasure was extraordinary. Besides, the young man came clearly prepared. The treasure bag should contain middle-grade golden treasures and chalcedony, which shows that he is very familiar with the magic weapon of Zhuxin Pen.

Obviously, the old man was not a vegetarian, so he raised the price with him.

At this time, Feng Jueyu's attention had shifted to the stall owner. The stall owner was a strange-looking man with a face of about thirty, neither big nor small. Nothing will come out. Cultivators pay attention to maintenance and have the original divine power in their bodies. Even if they are hundreds of years old, they will appear in the appearance of a man or a youth.

And the stall owner, who seemed to be indifferent to others, seemed not satisfied with the two people's bids.

Without any surprise, the young man stretched out a finger and said arrogantly, "I'll add another hundred."

"Five hundred and five." The old man did his part.

The two promoted each other, and the value of this treasure was worth thousands in a short time.

When the old man reached [-], the young man sweated and looked sideways at the old man with a chill in his eyes. Even so, the old man turned a blind eye to it. It had been a long time since the young man made an offer. The old man said: "Little brother, If you still can’t make an offer, if you don’t, the Zhuxin Pen will be mine.”

The old man stretched out his hand towards the Zhuxin pen as he spoke, and the young man seemed to want to bid, but because of his lack of money, he just gritted his teeth in hatred.

Seeing that the treasure was falling into the hands of others, at this moment, the stall owner stretched out his hand and pressed the old man's withered old hand: "Wait, this treasure will not be sold for less than two thousand."

"What?" The old man fixed his eyes upon hearing the words, and looked at the stall owner with displeasure: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

The stall owner didn't even raise his eyelids, and gave it away lightly, as if a strong force pushed him out. The old man let go of his hand, and the crowd around realized that the stall owner's strength might be even higher than that of the old man and the young. On the street, the stall owner said: "The things belong to me, how to sell them is my business, and your random bids are your business, what has anything to do with me."