Big dreamer

"Fellow Daoist Shen, please wait a moment. The little lady will go get it now." Taoxiang agreed, got up and walked out.

"I have collected the refining materials for the small teleportation talisman so quickly. Not bad. You can just give me the things. The small teleportation talisman is an immortal talisman. With your level of talisman making, the probability of failure is very high." Huo Lingzi said. The voice sounded.

Shen Luo had no self-esteem and had to draw the talisman himself. It was naturally best for Huo Lingzi to ask for orders himself, so he nodded immediately.

Tao Xiang quickly sent over the materials. Two cave grasses, three soul-condensing stones, wind vines and hundred-wheel flowers were not too precious, but they were quite numerous.

Shen Luo looked at several pieces of spiritual materials. The Cave Ming Grass was a silver-gray grass, only half a foot tall, and looked unremarkable at all. The Soul Condensing Stone was a kind of emerald spar, which looked very similar to the wood attribute spar. Like, but exuding a cold aura...

"Two Cave Ming Grass can be used to refine three small teleportation talismans. There are three Soul Condensing Stones, but unfortunately they are not big. I can only try the secret weapon soul conversion technique twice." Huo Lingzi judged.

Shen Luo nodded slightly when he heard the words, these were enough for the time being.

He paid off the fairy jade, quickly stood up and left, continuing to other shops.

In the next two days, Shen Luo followed Zhou Ming's recommendation and visited the spiritual material shops in the city one by one. Unfortunately, except for the first day, he gained very little.

Shen Luo was a little disappointed when Zhou Ming received some exciting news that day. There was a clue to the Nine Heavens Golden Spirit in the city.

In a secret building in the northwest of Tianji City, Shen Luo changed his appearance and turned into a middle-aged man with a scorched face. He walked slowly in a dark passage. This passage was not long. After walking for a while, at the end of the There was a faint flash of white light.

He soon reached the end, where a closed stone door appeared.

There was a man in gray clothes standing next to the stone door. When he saw Shen Luo approaching, he saluted, took out a token, and cast a white light on the door.

A white light flashed on the door, with hidden runes flashing, and then it slowly opened, revealing a rather large stone room in front.

In the middle of the stone room is a large round table, with a dozen large chairs scattered around it. There are already seven or eight monks sitting here, both men and women.

Except for the two female monks, all the male monks in the hall were surrounded by one or two young girls.

These women's cultivation levels are not high. They are all low-level monks in the Soul Condensation Stage or even the Bigu Stage. However, they all have excellent looks. Their thin clothes fit tightly against their delicate bodies, showing off their gracefulness.

Shen Luo's eyes swept over the group of cultivators in the hall. Almost all of the cultivators present were true immortals. It was unknown whether they were reclusive masters from the Boundless Sand Sea or masters from other places.

A gloomy-looking man in Confucian robes sits on the main seat. His cultivation has reached the middle stage of True Immortal. He seems to be the person in charge here.

"This must be Fellow Daoist Shen, please take a seat." The man in Confucian shirt stood up and forced out a smile, but his face was gloomy and his smile was really ugly.

Shen Luo nodded and sat down on a big chair.

Two young girls walked over, smiling brightly and trying to climb onto Shen Lu's body.

"Shen is not used to being served." Shen Luo raised his hand and waved, saying expressionlessly.

The two girls stood there awkwardly, but they didn't dare to go down.

"Since Fellow Daoist Shen doesn't need your service, please step aside first." Seeing this, the man in Confucian robes had a strange look in his eyes and raised his hand and said.

The two girls breathed a sigh of relief, bowed to Shen Luo, and retreated.

No matter where it is, there are businesses that are inconvenient to display openly, and it is the same here in Tianji City. The party here is an underground trade fair organized by the Lianxiang Society, a secret force in Tianji City.

Lianxiang Club is a small sect in the Wuyuan Sand Sea. It is not known for its strong combat power. It is good at charming and Fangzhongshu. It is very popular among the male disciples of many sects in the Wuyuan Sand Sea. Many people in Tianji City have also married Lianxiang. Taking female disciples as wives and concubines.

Because of this, the Lianxiang Society was able to gain a foothold in Tianji City and open this underground trade fair.

As for the man in scholar's shirt, his name is Gu Cangfeng. He is the dual cultivation partner of the leader of the Lianxiang Society, and he is in charge of all the affairs of the Lianxiang Society in Tianji City.

"Hehe, look at the clothes of Fellow Daoist Shen. They come from the Eastern Tang Dynasty. It is indeed a country of etiquette and a gentleman." Jie Jie's sinister smile came from across the round table.

A tall man with a beard in a black robe sat there, holding a female disciple of the Lianxiang Society in each arm. Although he said words of praise, everyone could hear the irony in them.

"Which master are you? Among the cultivators of the True Immortal Stage, it is very rare to see a lustful ghost like you." Shen Luo now had a transformed appearance, and without fear of revealing his identity, he immediately retorted.

"What did you say?" The bearded man was furious and stood up suddenly.

"Both fellow Taoists, please calm down. Fellow Taoist Shen, this fellow Taoist Yanlie from the Black Flame Sect in Hezhou, Xiniu, has extremely strong and pure yang skills. It requires both female cultivation to calm down the masculine power in the body. He is not greedy for female sex. "The Gu Cangfeng stood up in a hurry to smooth things over.

The tall man with a beard glared at Shen Luo and was about to say something else when Gu Cangfeng interrupted his conversation again and introduced everyone present one by one: "I will introduce other fellow Taoists. This fellow Taoist is Mrs. Yunxia, ​​the hermit of the Boundless Sand Sea. Few people know her. , but with the earth magic power, there are few enemies in the true immortal stage; this is Zhenren Wanshui, a casual cultivator in the South China Sea..."

Shen Luojun nodded in response to show friendship, and at the same time glanced at Master Wan Shui.

This man is lean and has brown skin. He looks like a giant monkey, giving people a treacherous feeling.

According to Zhou Ming's information, the clue to the Nine Heavens Golden Spirit lies in this person.

Everyone present was also looking at Shen Luo. They saw that although Shen Luo's cultivation was not high, he had a deep bearing and was not someone to be easily offended. They did not dare to offend easily, so they all nodded in response.

Seeing that Shen Luo was getting along quite harmoniously with everyone present, the bearded man's face became even angrier, but he did not get angry. He snorted and sat down. He scratched and rubbed a female Lianxianghui disciple next to him with his big hand. .

"Fellow Ancient Taoist, it's almost time. When will the trade fair start?" said an old man with dark skin, a white scarf on his head, and a black tobacco pole in his hand, who looked like a farmer.

Shen Luo learned from what Gu Cangfeng had just introduced that this person's name was Tian Sanqi, and he was an elder of a sect called Bai Jianmen in Hezhou, Xiniu. His cultivation had reached the middle stage of True Immortal. His appearance was not amazing, but his aura was powerful. He was not as good as Gu Cangfeng. Under the blue wind.

"Don't be anxious, Fellow Daoist Tian. There is another fellow Daoist who has not come yet. When he comes, the trading meeting will begin immediately." Gu Cangfeng said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened again, and two figures walked in. The first person was a thin old man with a hunched back and a sinister look on his face. He was holding a withered vine crutch in his hand, with a black skull embedded on the top. head.

There was another person standing behind the old man, but he was a short and stocky middle-aged man. He followed the old man with a low eyebrow, as if he was his slave.

Shen Luo's eyes were startled. Of course he didn't recognize this skinny old man, but the stocky middle-aged man was an old acquaintance. When he was in Chang'an, the blacksmith named Zhou Tie was beside Xie Yuxin.