The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

At the same time, a small gray-white dragon with a thin body, messy scales, and scars all over its body walked into the square with a map in hand.

He looked around, then at the map, and murmured to himself, "It seems like this is where we can set up a stall."

After finding an open space, he spread out a large old animal skin, took out the storage bag and dumped it.

"Wow!"

A large pile of sundries and elixirs and spiritual plants were scattered around. Each item was old and dilapidated, exuding a weak aura.

A Helical Shark stall owner nearby saw this and sneered disdainfully: "Little brother, do you have 20,000 spirit stones in total with all your junk? Can you earn back the stall fee?"

The little dragon remained silent and straightened a wooden board in the debris pile.

The handwriting on it is quite neat, and it clearly says: "Choose ten items at will in exchange for a third-level Qingping Dan! Or five items in exchange for a six-hundred-year-old Qingping Dan!"

Seeing such a request for information, the previous Helicoprion stall owner smiled even more happily, opened his mouth wide and asked:

"Third-level Qingping Pill? Is your father poisoned?"

The little gray dragon was trembling with anger and shouted angrily: "What does this have to do with you! Go away!"

Many stall owners and the demon cultivators who were watching nearby burst into laughter.

The spiral-tooth shark demon cultivator was not angry, but said with a smile: "The third-level Qingping Pill is extremely rare, especially with so many demon cultivators exploring the Poison Abyss Sea recently. I'm afraid you won't be able to find even one in the entire Sihua City. Bar."

Hearing what he said, the little gray dragon had an anxious look on his face. He gritted his teeth and took out a pen, crossed out the cross on the board and wrote twenty.

There were still many demon cultivators passing by the stall, but they all casually glanced at the wooden boards placed on the stall and left immediately.

A quarter of an hour later.

Seeing that no one asked about the price, the little dragon was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He stood up and shouted softly: "Change to the third-order Qingping Pill. Does anyone have a third-order Qingping Pill, or a six hundred year old pill?" Green duckweed will do, too.”

His voice was not much louder than a mosquito, and was completely drowned out by the cries of other stall owners. Naturally, it attracted a lot of ridicule and ridicule from the spiral tooth shark demon cultivator and the nearby stall owners.

"Little brother, I think you are the most delicate and have the smallest voice among the dragon clan. It's funny for someone like you to set up a stall."

"Is your father or mother poisoned? It's bad luck to meet a little guy like you."

Hearing what they said, the little dragon's scarred face became more and more anxious, and he wanted to roar loudly when he opened his mouth.

A black dragon with a strong and well-proportioned body and piercing eyes came to the stall.

The little dragon was overjoyed and greeted quickly: "This senior has third-level Qingping Pills. You can exchange them for twenty of them."

Zhan Nianchuan smiled and said, "I don't have the Qingping Pill. I saw you in the distance and seemed to have a map in your hand. I wonder if you can sell it to me."

Hearing that he came here for the map, the little dragon suddenly lost his temper and handed over a map. "This thing is not valuable, so I gave it to senior."

Before Zhan Nianchuan could speak, he yelled as loud as he could, "It's time to change to the third-level Qingping Pill! It's time to change to the third-level Qingping Pill!"

This time, it finally attracted dozens of onlookers. When they saw the wooden boards placed on the stall, they immediately started to criticize angrily:

"What are you doing! I thought there was a third-level Qingping Dan for sale."

"Fucking entertainment, I'm not afraid of kicking you to death when I see you with no bones in your body, I'm going to beat you up today!"

"Damn little bastard!"

The little dragon was anxious and scared, so he bowed and apologized repeatedly, and then screamed at the top of his lungs.

However, it was of no use. Almost all the demon cultivators who passed by just glanced at him and then walked straight away.

Zhan Nianchuan unfolded the map, looked at it carefully for a moment, then popped out two spiritual stones with his fingers, summoned a beast cart and headed towards the east city gate.

Judging from the map, Sihua City has an inner city and an outer city. The inner city is a mixture of four races, while the outer city is roughly divided into four. The Jiaolong clan occupies the east city, and entering the Jiaolong clan's territory requires passing through the east city gate.

The beast cart was speeding, and Zhan Nianchuan in the car looked at the scenery flashing in front of the window with long eyes.

...

Half an hour later, Zhan Nianchuan arrived at the east city gate.

The city gate tower is very tall and simple, with a doorway as wide as a hundred feet. Many dragons of various colors come in and out.

The person guarding the city gate was an old dragon in the early stage of transformation. He opened his cloudy eyes and lazily looked at the countless dragons passing by.

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, pointed at Zhan Nianchuan who was passing in front of him and shouted: "That boy, come over to my goalkeeper!"

"Boy, I've met my senior." Zhan Nianchuan was a little confused and gave him a slight salute.

The old dragon snorted coldly: "Boy, you want to sneak into the territory of my dragon tribe without an identity token. Do you want to die?"

Identity token? Zhan Nianchuan's eyes flashed slightly and he said apologetically: "Senior, I have lost my identity token, but I am a pure member of the Jiaolong tribe. If you don't believe me, you can check it."

"I am too lazy to check you," the old dragon waved his paw impatiently, "Now there are so many demon cultivators who know the art of transformation, and there are also many treacherous people in our clan who collude with foreign clans, so we have to guard against it. Anyway, no. Identity token, if you want to enter the territory of our Dragon Clan, you must test your bloodline and obtain the guarantee of your clan members.”

So troublesome? Zhan Nianchuan frowned and asked, "Where can I do the blood test?"

A dark green dragon beside the old dragon threw a thin transparent tube and said coldly, "Two drops of blood, ten spirit stones."

Although he didn't want to hand over his blood, after a moment of hesitation, Zhan Nianchuan still forced out two drops of blood and sealed them in the tube, and then threw it over with ten spirit stones.

"Wait, I will notify you when the test report comes out." The dark green dragon threw a talisman.

Helpless, Zhan Nianchuan had to walk back again.

Where can I find a guarantor? I don't know anyone in this dragon clan.

After thinking for a while, Zhan Nianchuan waved his hand and called a beast cart on the street.

......

At the edge of the square.

The little dragon had almost shouted hoarse, and the number on the wooden board had been rewritten as thirty.

However, it was still useless, and no demon cultivator came to take a look.

The prosperity and bustle of the square seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"Little brother, these rags of yours are not wanted by anyone. Whether it is the third-level Qingping Pill or the 600-year-old Qingping Grass, these things are not what you can exchange for." The Helicoprion said with a smile.

"It's also your bad luck. If the Poison Abyss Sea hadn't opened, you could really exchange these dozens of things, but now it's just a dream." Another stall owner looked gloating.

A horseshoe crab that was also selling groceries on the opposite side of the little dragon saw all this, and a strange smile appeared on his face. He said, "Boy, how about I give you an idea?"