Beauty like the cloud of the Merry Emperor

"Hmph!" The old nun snorted coldly, and said no more.

But that young man in green shirt showed a smile on his face, and sat cross-legged on the ground, actually in front of the mountain top, in front of more than a dozen monks, he absorbed the spiritual energy.

The location chosen by the young man in the green shirt was not far from the old driver and the Taoist, so Hua Qianyue showed displeasure, and snorted to the young master in the green shirt, "Hey! What are you doing there! You are bothering us by absorbing spiritual energy like this !"

The young man in the green shirt didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't move. This made Hua Qianyue even more angry. She walked over, put one hand on her waist, and stretched out her little finger with the other, pointing at the young man in the blue shirt and shouted: "I'm talking to you What! Why don't you listen! Did you hear me! You can't be deaf!"

"Wow! My God! There are also deaf-mute monks! This is the first time for a little girl to meet her!"

"You have influenced us here! I let you go, ah! How dare you despise me, you are really not a good person."

"Bah! Get lost! I told you to ignore me, and I told you not to talk to me."

...............

The girl chattered nonsense, and the young man in the green shirt might not be able to bear it any longer, and finally said: "This fellow Taoist, it must be you who quarreled with Mr. Chen! I have offended you, please give me peace." .”

The last one, "Give me peace." As soon as it came out, it was like Shang Fang's sword cutting off the girl's head, Hua Qianyue immediately weakened a little, and was unable to answer for a moment.

Seeing this, Wan Yan came over to smooth things over and said, "Fellow Daoist, please don't blame her behavior. We are the ones who disturbed the peace of Fellow Daoist. It's just an old woman. I want to remind you that this spiritual sea is not a place for cultivation. , if you want to come to fellow daoists, you should also come to participate in this time, the once-in-a-hundred-year Spirit Sea Fair!"

The young man in green shirt was naturally Chen Lingxuan, he found a place with strong aura, he flew to this place, but he lost all his mana, he had to meditate to recover.

That's why the current scene happened. For that chattering girl, Chen Lingxuan only had disgust and resentment. He never thought that he would have such an end.

Chen Lingxuan replied with a smile: "Yes! Senior also came to participate? I haven't consulted senior yet. I'm surnamed, and I'm practicing in that spiritual land."

Wan Yan didn't know if she saw that Chen Lingxuan was very kind, so she immediately showed kindness and said, "My old lady's name is Wan Yan. She is practicing in Wanhua Valley and Feiyan Academy. My fellow Taoist is a bit unfamiliar. I don't know if you are a loose friend. Xiu is still a cultivator of the Cultivation Alliance."

"Ha ha!"

Chen Lingxuan smiled, and said calmly: "Chen is an unknown casual cultivator, how can he compare with Guimeng and his family's great achievements! But isn't it? Although Chen is only in the early stage of foundation establishment, he has some self-protection power."

Jin Hao interrupted suddenly: "Chen Daoyou calls himself Chen, so is it true that Chen Daoyou's surname is Chen Bucheng?"

"That's right! What can fellow Daoist learn from you?"

Chen Lingxuan became vigilant, and replied cautiously.

Jin Haoci said with kind eyes: "Fellow Taoist is so cautious, it's beyond my expectation."

"Senior Jin, what do you mean by that?"

A crisp voice pierced through, and it was Hua Qianyue who suddenly said.

Jin Hao glanced at Chen Lingxuan for a while, withdrew his gaze, and said seriously: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist. I just think that Fellow Daoist Chen looks a bit like him. It's just an old friend of the old man. It's my mistake. Please don't blame Fellow Daoist Chen."

"The Linghai Trade Fair has officially started. All fellow Taoists who have traveled through mountains and rivers are invited to enter Tianling Mountain."

A majestic voice suddenly came from the void, resounding for thousands of miles.

Wan Yan looked happy, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Jin, the trade fair has begun, so let's say goodbye to you and me!"

Jin Hao slightly cupped his fists and said, "The old man will take a step first."

After speaking, the old man glanced at Chen Lingxuan again, not knowing what he was thinking, and with a flash of light, he went straight to the largest Tianling Mountain in thousands of miles.

Then Wan Yan and Hua Qianyue also left. Chen Lingxuan hesitated for a while, then flew up with his sword and followed in the footsteps of these monks.

Speaking of which, he suffered an old injury at this time, and the injury has not healed, and there are people from the Blood Demon Palace chasing after him. I am afraid that if he is now, he has fled back to Huaxia, and the Blood Demon Palace will definitely kill him at all costs. Beheaded invisibly.

It is also possible that there are still people from the Blood Demon Palace in China. This is not impossible. It is very possible for the sects of the Cultivation Alliance to have disciples abroad, not to mention the people in the demon way abroad?

Today, only by participating in this trade fair can one avoid being chased and killed, and be able to exchange for some items that one needs for cultivation. This opportunity is more important than any treasure to Chen Lingxuan.

After all, it was the first time for him to participate in these places where many monks gathered together. Although he felt a little uneasy, it was also a challenge and an opportunity to increase his experience.

Fortunately, before Bai Mu'er left, she gave him all the spirit stones, a total of 83, all low-grade spirit stones, although not many, but better than none.

Chen Lingxuan followed the monks on the top of the mountain to a huge mountain peak. With a slight sweep of his consciousness, this mountain peak was suspended in the air, with a length of eighty miles and a width of fifty miles.

The bottom of the mountain is actually empty. After all, it is a mountain peak in the sky. Naturally, it cannot be underground like an ordinary mountain peak.

And the thing that keeps this huge mountain in such a shape is actually a golden cylinder with a length of one kilometer.

Chen Lingxuan landed under the huge mountain peak, and saw a square in front of him. This square was [-] meters wide, and the ground of the square was covered with green jade pieces.

On the shiny surrounding walls, there are a pair of portraits of people hanging up. Among them, there are men and women, some are as beautiful as a bird, some are graceful, some are charming, and some are charming. Yes, with a variety of styles.

Some are handsome, some are not angry and majestic, some are kind-hearted...

In addition to these, in the empty sky, there was even faint white light flickering endlessly. It was obvious that there was a particularly powerful restriction or formation on it.

Chen Lingxuan's eyes were wide open. Apart from staying in Qiankunzong for a few days, he also lived in the forbidden area of ​​Phoenix Mountain, Phoenix Cave for a day. He had never seen such a scene before.

And in this square, every ten meters, there will be a booth with materials such as monster skin, bone and blood. Chen Lingxuan saw that the old nun named Wan Yan was standing in front of two white-clothed youths. Under the inspection, went in.

Naturally, Chen Lingxuan also walked over. The two young men in white clothes, one of them, looked at Chen Lingxuan with pride on his face and said, "What's your name? Are you a disciple of that sect? Do you have tokens to confirm your identity? You can come to us, get an identity token, and you can go in naturally."

Chen Lingxuan clasped his fists and said, "I'm a casual cultivator..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young man in white interrupted him, and his warm face immediately changed into indifference: "Ten low-grade spirit stones, apply for your identity token, tell your name, and Your cultivation level, and who you studied under, if you don’t have a name, you will say your name.”

Chen Lingxuan smiled wryly to himself, and honestly took out ten low-grade spirit stones from the Qiankun bag, handed them to the other party, and said: "The prince's king, the emperor's emperor, there is no master, Wang is self-cultivation."

When the young man in white heard the words, the indifference on his face turned into disdain, and a sarcasm flashed in his eyes. He impatiently took out a wooden sign from the Qiankun bag, injected several white lights into it, and said to Chen Lingxuan: " Allocate a little bit of your consciousness into the token, and after the trade fair ends, your identity token will be taken back."

Chen Lingxuan immediately figured out how to get into the wooden sign, threw it into the Qiankun bag, and walked into the square under the mocking faces of the two.

As soon as he entered the square, Chen Lingxuan began to look at the treasures on these stalls with delight.

Some were treasure-level magic weapons, while others were monster materials, which were of no use to Chen Lingxuan, so he didn't look much, but walked all the way.

But when passing by a booth, Chen Lingxuan had a strange expression on his face, and even squatted down, looking at a golden eggshell on the booth, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Fellow Daoist, are you interested in this monster eggshell? I sold it to you at a cheap price for 50 yuan of low-grade spirit stones."

The stall owner was a middle-aged man in a green robe. Seeing that Chen Lingxuan had taken a fancy to the monster eggshell, he said with a smile.

However, Chen Lingxuan did not answer immediately, but took the golden eggshell, swept over with his spiritual sense, secretly shocked, and said calmly to the middle-aged man in green robe: "Daoist friend, do you want to bully me? You monster Beast egg shells, even if they are left by high-level monsters, how can they be worth 50 yuan for low-grade spirit stones? Fellow Daoists, don’t ask the lion to open his mouth. I don’t know, I want to buy this thing.”

The face of the middle-aged man in Qingpao changed slightly, and he said calmly; "Fellow Daoist didn't like that eggshell, and he didn't want to pay the price, so he just left. Chi's things are not in the habit of buying at a reduced price."

Chen Lingxuan laughed out loud, and turned his gaze to another item, which landed on a red crippled sword. Chen Lingxuan asked, "How much is that red crippled sword, Fellow Daoist?"

"Oh! That sword! Ten low-grade spirit stones are enough." The stall owner said with a smile when he saw that Chen Lingxuan had taken a fancy to other items.

"Okay! I bought it."

Chen Lingxuan threw out ten low-grade spirit stones, put the red broken sword into the Qiankun bag, and said to the middle-aged man in the green robe: "Wang feels that the eggshell of fellow Taoist is not very useful, but Wang The refining equipment is in need of this thing, if fellow daoists are willing to lower the price a little, Wang can still buy the eggshell."

When the middle-aged man in Qingpao saw that Chen Lingxuan wanted to buy a golden eggshell again, and was about to agree, a loud voice came over and said, "I want that golden eggshell, promise! This is a middle-grade spirit stone."

As the words fell, a white light flew into the hands of the middle-aged man in the green robe. It was actually a white stone the size of two fists. Looking at the color inside, it was obviously much higher in purity than low-grade spirit stones. Pin Lingshi.

The middle-aged man in the green robe received the middle-grade spirit stone, looked at the middle-aged man who threw the spirit stone, and said happily: "Okay! Then this thing belongs to the fellow Taoist."

The middle-aged man didn't hesitate for a moment, and in a flash of inspiration, he put away the golden eggshell, and said very proudly: "Haha! This trade fair is really not in vain. I discovered a monster that broke through the golden core stage and left it behind. eggshells."

"What?" The middle-aged man in the blue robe was stunned, and said in surprise: "Your Excellency, are you serious?"

"Of course it's true. Don't tell me, do you think that with Lao Tzu's early stage Golden Core cultivation, you still have to lie to a junior?" The middle-aged man showed disdain, and said contemptuously.

The middle-aged man in Qingpao smiled wryly and said, "Fellow Daoist is really lucky. He even bought the eggshell left by Chi, a monster who broke through to the Golden Core Stage with a middle-grade spirit stone. Fellow Daoist should know that the golden core Eggshells are worth a hundred middle-grade spirit stones at least."

"hey-hey!"

The middle-aged man said arrogantly: "Huh! Do you think that I still need to compensate you based on your late stage foundation cultivation? You agreed to the transaction just now, which complies with the rules of the fair."