The first frivolous Holy Spirit teacher

Chapter 1237 Local Tyrant Fan Yu (1)

Pan Yu tilted his neck, stretched his waist comfortably, and recovered from the meditation, but it has been almost a month since he retreated like this.

"I don't know if Ruoxue has left the customs?" Fan Yu said, feeling a little worried, and then walked out of the cave.

Then, he glanced at Huyan Ruoxue's cave, and his consciousness quickly spread in, but he touched a shielding formation.

"Huh? Is this a shielding formation? Unexpectedly, Ruoxue is still a master of formations."

Pan Yu said with some surprise, and knew that Huyan Ruoxue hadn't left the customs yet, so he didn't want to bother him, so he just went outside to find out the news.

He pondered that after nearly a month of precipitation, he estimated that the incident at the Immortal Crystal Mine should have subsided, right?
Then, Pan Yu summoned his flying celestial weapon, jumped on it, and flew in the direction of the Arctic Palace, which is very powerful in the first heaven.

The Arctic Palace is a faction dominated by the Arctic Immortals. There are quite a few powerful people from the First Heavenly Layer gathered here, and their aptitudes are all superior.

As for how to join this organization, you must either have high qualifications or pay a certain amount of fairy crystals to be eligible to become a member of the Arctic Palace.

Pan Yu rode the flying celestial weapon, went around a few times, and came to the location of the Arctic Palace.

The Arctic Palace is an incomparably gorgeous palace. It is suspended in the fairy mist like this, and the rays of the sun are overflowing, making it look very dazzling.

However, if you want to enter the Arctic Palace, you must have the mark of the Arctic Palace disciple, otherwise you will be treated as a proficient.

On the outskirts of the Arctic Palace, there is a market, which is a platform for immortals to communicate with each other, and it is also a resting place for many immortals to become disciples of the Arctic Palace.

Pan Yu paused, thinking that it would be best for him to disguise himself before entering this market. Even if the incident at the Immortal Crystal Mine had passed a year ago, there was no guarantee that he would still be recognized.

Then, Pan Yu made some beards and some scars on his face, turning a simple, honest and handsome man into a rough uncle in an instant.

"Well, that's about it." Pan Yu nodded with satisfaction, and then rode the flying fairy into this lively market.

This market is bustling and bustling. It is no different from the mortal market. The only difference is that the people gathered here are all immortals, and the goods sold are some spiritual treasures that are not available in the mortal world.

What are immortal pills, fairy grasses, and some fairy artifacts, etc. These are already street goods, but if they are placed in the mortal world, they are all treasures that can cause a bloodbath.

Pan Yu now has a huge amount of fairy crystals in his arms, and he is completely a nouveau riche, and he has long wanted to buy some magic weapons, as well as various emergency medicines, which are indispensable capital for winning in battle.

In the past, he didn't have fairy crystals, so he would save everywhere, only to see if he couldn't buy them, but now it's different, he just buys the best fairy medicines and magic weapons if he wants to buy them.

"This fairy friend, the freshly baked elixir of return is of high quality, definitely a good thing!"

"Hey! This is Explosive Immortal Pill, one pill can increase your strength by [-]%!"

"I am the double blade of the sun and the moon, one yang and one yin, and my power is unparalleled!"

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When the immortals saw Pan Yu approaching, they couldn't help selling their own things enthusiastically, while Pan Yu raised his eyebrows and said loudly, "Buy, buy, buy!"

Immediately, the audience was completely silent. All the immortals stared blankly at this rough and rustic man, as if they were pondering his words.

(End of this chapter)