I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Since he was destined to enter the ring, Yang Zhao naturally would not wait any longer.

With Shen Ruoyu by his side, Yang Zhao boldly struck up a conversation with a female concubine in red who ran a gambling stall next to him.

After a while, he took out his money and bought a large pile of paper, and quickly ran behind Shen Ruoyu.

As for whether the lady in red was a human being, a ghost or a monster, Yang Zhao didn't dare to look or think about it. She was afraid that she would be embarrassed and that a glance would scare away her courage.

She was speaking a little out of tune now, but Master Shen Ruoyu didn't care.

If he was frightened again, Yang Zhaoke would really not be able to control his mouth.

By then, being beaten and punished would be a trivial matter, but making Shen Ruoyu angry would be a big deal.

"No wonder gambling and drug addiction are being cracked down by the state. This is really dark!"

There are more than 170 pieces of paper in this stack, which cost Yang Zhao more than 50 taels of silver. A well-off family of five in the city can live a prosperous life for a year and a half, and a monk in the early stage of foundation building can earn a month's money.

But then again, this thing Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai, and one was willing to beat the other and was willing to suffer. Even if Yang Zhao called her a scumbag, he still willingly paid for the money.

Every piece of paper here has rough information about a monk who has been in the ring.

The top of the paper introduces a more distinctive line drawing mug shot.

Below is everything from the spells and runes that the monk is good at, to the types of magic weapons and spiritual objects that he often uses, to some of their major behavioral habits, all on paper.

The entire permanent population of Shuncheng is only two to three hundred, and this pile of information accounts for most of the population, which can be called comprehensive.

Although Yang Zhao also knew that the information above must be relatively one-sided, and it may even be deliberately shown by the monks to mislead others.

But then again, something is better than nothing.

After all, many people have been playing in this ring for one or two years, and there are also many who have been playing in this ring for five or six years.

It's rare that so many people can hide their strength for such a long time.

They are all fighting for the opportunity to form elixirs, and wasting time is a waste of their own lives.

Yang Zhao spent the 50 taels of silver to buy time.

A time to research player information.

As the noise around him grew, Yang Zhao couldn't help but raise his voice.

"Master, the lady boss who sold me the information just now gave me an extra piece of information as a gift because I was happy with my money. Master, are you interested?"

Yang Zhao's big eyes were bright and he stared at Shen Ruoyu without blinking, with an expression on his face that he wanted to gather a crowd to eat melon.

Shen Ruoyu looked back helplessly at Yang Zhao.

In the era he lived in, women and children of Yang Zhao's age were seven or eight years old. In another seven or eight years, she would be able to have grandchildren. How could there be anyone as out-of-the-box as Yang Zhao?

"hey-hey."

Seeing Shen Ruoyu's expression, Yang Zhao smiled sheepishly and patted his mouth gently.

"I didn't mean to tease Master. It's just that he didn't listen to my instructions today."

Then he couldn't help but mysteriously approached Shen Ruoyu and lowered his voice mysteriously.

"Didn't the passers-by named Zhang always say that there are new people coming to the island? I didn't see anyone, so I just looked at the ghosts in the tower. But the proprietress said that although the people who came were monks, they were not human monks, but feathers. Clan, there are nearly 600 Yu Clan on the entire island!"

She said and smiled again.

"I said, why haven't I seen anyone for a long time? It turns out they are all birds, and that's right. Birds are flying in the sky and living on the branches. If not, you can find a cliff. Who is still shopping in the city? "

As they chatted, her brain jumped to other aspects. "Hey, Master, you said that when I was in Yuntian City, they all classified those birds as the Sea Clan. How come they became the Feather Clan when they arrived in Tianfu?"

Shen Ruoyu looked at the arena indifferently. No matter how noisy the surroundings were, his voice could clearly reach Yang Zhao's ears.

"Because Tianfu was originally built on the mainland, but now it has been shattered into an island on the sea. Naturally, there are no sea tribes on the land, and they are all collectively called the Yu tribe."

"Of course, it's also possible that the ghosts on the island can't get out of the tower. As time goes by, the news is blocked, and naturally they won't change their words. Who can still yell at them to kill them because of their small mistake?"

"Zhou Cao, this turns out to be on a continent, a real-life version of Yu Old Man Moves Mountains?"

Yang Zhao was stunned and his scalp was numb.

You know, Shen Ruoyu was talking about the continent. How could a continent be smashed to pieces?

Except for the crustal movement of the planet itself, this is an impossible feat for today's humans.

To take the simplest example, all the nuclear weapons in the world combined would not be able to blow up a piece of land, even the smallest peninsula would be enough.

At most, it would be an earthquake caused by an explosion, but to blow up the surrounding continent and leave only a mountain is something that is unthinkable.
Facing nature, humans have not yet been able to conquer them.

So Yang Zhao could only think that it was Gong Yishan.

Foolish Old Man's journey moved heaven and earth, and the Emperor of Heaven sent the two sons of Kua'e, the god of Hercules, to help him carry the mountain.

Asking the gods to carry out a piece of mountain peak alone and throw it into the sea to make an island. This is much more reliable than blowing up the continent alone.

Even if Shen Ruoyu didn't look back, he would know that Yang Zhao must have looked like he had never seen the world.

"What happens after that, what do those Yu tribes come for?"

"Ah? Ah!"

Yang Zhao's originally somewhat distracted eyes suddenly became energetic again, and his eyes were shining with gossip.

"They all come to have a feast! More than 600 of the more than 500 people come to have a feast!"

Halfway through her words, she stopped again.

Shen Ruoyu didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune to meet such a naughty person.

"Why are you eating?"

Yang Zhao was satisfied with just one question, so she didn't dare to hang on too much and explained it honestly.

"Hehehe, he is an old bird in his tribe. It is said that these Yu tribesmen will enter the tomb of Tianfu before they die and die there, so the juniors of those old birds come here to have a feast."

As he spoke, his voice dropped again, muttering to himself.

"I just found out that the Sky Tomb is not a private cemetery, but a cultivation world cemetery. This has opened up the world."

Shen Ruoyu was thoughtful when he heard the words, and finally murmured half a sentence.

"No wonder………."

"Ah, Master, what did you say?"

Yang Zhao was listening carefully, but he didn't hear everything yet.

"I'm talking about eating and not eating. They are escorts. There are so many Yu tribes on the island now. If you don't have a door to talk about and you are beaten, don't come to me to save face for you."

"How is that possible? Impossible, I just have a bit of a stress reaction. My mouth will definitely be tighter than that clam shell after a while!"