World Wide Martial Art

Walking into the spacious shop, there was only a tallow candle as thick as an arm lit inside, and the light was dim, making the shop extremely dark. Situ Reading

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The early morning sun cannot shine directly into the store. It is as dim as twilight, and the decoration inside is also a bit old, giving off a hint of simplicity.

After entering, no one came out to greet Ye Feng.

He was leisurely and casually looking at the products displayed inside, which were all kinds of maps.

There are all kinds of animal skins, paper, wood carvings, and crystals. It seems that... I have come to the right place.

After a while, Ye Feng, who nodded slightly, walked slowly towards the counter.

As soon as he entered the store, he noticed that behind the dim counter, the only living person in the store, an old man, was lowering his head and carefully making a map.

The gray-haired old man is quite old, and his face is full of wrinkles. However, his fingers holding the brush tightly are steady and strong. One stroke after another, clear lines are created under the brush.

Being able to make a map so clearly in such a dim environment made Ye Feng feel that he was not an ordinary person.

"Old sir, can you give me a detailed map of the Demon God Mountain Range?" Walking to the counter, Ye Feng looked at the old face who was concentrating on making the map and asked politely.

No one replied to him.

The old man seemed to be immersed in his own world, neither raising his head nor making a sound.

Seeing this, Ye Feng felt a little helpless on his face. No wonder the shops nearby were doing well, but this shop occupied such a large area, but was neglected. It turned out that the shopkeeper of this shop didn't look like a businessman at all. .

No one cares, so why stay here? He hesitated for a while and was about to leave, but at this moment, it seemed that he had finished making the map, and an old and hoarse voice finally came from behind the counter.

"You want to buy a map of the Demon God Mountain Range? Young man, there are monsters and monsters running wild inside the mountain range. If ten people go in, at least eight of them will have no bones left. It is definitely not a fun place. The old man advises you to leave as soon as possible..."

"..." Ye Feng was speechless for a moment.

I just wanted to buy a map, but the shopkeeper actually persuaded me to leave?

Is this how he does business?

"I'm sorry... I have important things to do in the mountains. If you have a map, just sell me one. I will make the decision on other matters myself." Ye Feng replied calmly.

"That being the case, the old man won't say much more. All the maps are on the counter. You can choose them yourself."

The old man continued to lower his head indifferently, without any intention of standing up to greet Ye Feng or introduce him.

Ye Feng felt a little more curious about the strange-looking old shopkeeper. After taking a closer look, he frowned slightly, and a dignified look flashed deep in Ye Feng's eyes.

Ye Feng could faintly sense a powerful energy wave flowing slowly around this old man who looked very old. Although he could not know for certain the cultivation level of this man, it gave Ye Feng the feeling that this old man was at least at the ninth level of the virtual realm. , the degree of Yuanli's concentration is even comparable to that of the Half-Step King Realm.

Thanks to Ye Feng's strong mental power, he was able to realize this.

A ninth level warrior in the virtual realm opened a mysterious map shop in this small town? This is really strange... Could it be that this old man wants to live in seclusion here and become a hermit?

But behind the town is the dangerous Demon God Mountain Range. Although there has not been a large-scale beast tide for a long time, no one would choose such a place even if they want to retire.

Ordinary hermits would find famous mountains and rivers with a high concentration of heaven and earth energy and open up a cave or something.

This mysterious old man, who was not weak in cultivation, was willing to be a cartographer in this small town that lacked vitality, which really puzzled Ye Feng.

Forget it, maybe this person has some special hobbies.

As long as the demon sect warriors are not here to intercept and kill him, that's fine.

Ye Feng did not sense the existence of demonic energy from the old man. When he saw the old man lowered his head and began to draw the map, he did not bother to disturb him. He turned around and continued to search for things suitable for him in the spacious store.

Picking up a map of the periphery of the Demon God Mountain Range, Ye Feng looked at it with interest. He was very satisfied with the clear routes and markings on the map.

He took it in his hand and searched for some maps of the outer and even central areas. After looking at it for a while, he could not find any maps of the inner or even core areas.

Ye Feng couldn't help but frown slightly at this, then paced and walked to a very old-looking wooden shelf in the corner of the shop.

This bookshelf, which was already full of holes, exuded a hint of rotten wood and was obviously old.

There are layers of yellowed old pictures piled randomly on top. Many of these pictures are broken and cracked in many places, and some are like failures, incomplete.

He casually flipped through these yellowed maps with his palms, and a faint musty smell hit his face, causing Ye Feng to frown suddenly.

He was about to turn around and leave when a stack of damaged maps fell off the bookshelf. He bent down slightly to pick up the stack of damaged maps. He didn't pay much attention to it and was about to put it back in its place.

Suddenly, a palm-sized broken picture emerged from the pile of moldy maps.

"Huh? This is..."

There was a faint golden light flashing through the remaining picture of the palm, attracting Ye Feng's attention.

But at this moment, the Phantom Dancer who was supposed to be sleeping in the Nine Jue Heaven Monument suddenly reminded Ye Feng, which shocked Ye Feng.

"Little brother, you must get this picture. I didn't expect that after so many years, you would actually find... the fragment..."

"Fragments? What kind of fragments is this broken picture?"

Ye Feng asked with some confusion, but did not get a reply from the Phantom Dancer. He took the pile of broken maps in his hands and looked down at the palm-sized fragments carefully.

Ye Feng couldn't see the good thing that the Phantom Dancer said in any way. His spiritual power was immersed in it, and it was like an ordinary paper book. Except for those twists and turns of mysterious lines and extraordinarily strong... Apart from the musty smell, nothing else was noticed.

However, Huanwu Enchantress is a spiritual demon who has lived for tens of thousands of years. Since she said it was a fragment, then it should be a fragment.

Suppressing his curiosity, he took the thick stack of broken pictures and walked towards the old man behind the counter who seemed to have finished making them and stood up.

The mysterious old man's attitude was still a little indifferent.

Ye Feng glanced at him, his expression a little uncertain, but now that he had something to ask for, he had no choice but to carefully put the few maps he had liked before and the last stack of damaged pictures on the counter. He asked: "Old sir, I want these pictures. Please give me a price."

If he alone proposed to buy the fragmented map, such strange behavior would definitely attract the attention of the mysterious old man.

Although Ye Feng didn't know what was recorded in that fragment, it might have alarmed the unpredictable Phantom Dancer, so it must be something unusual.

There are special skills in the art industry.

I can't see through what it is, but this is what this mysterious old man does. If he sees through it under such obvious suggestions, it will be very embarrassing.

Therefore, Ye Feng could only buy all the moldy and broken maps...