Standing on the flying cloud boat, Zhang Fan flew towards the market, with a lot of thoughts in his heart.

In fact, after reading the jade slip that recorded the origin of Wuhuigu, he had already made up his mind.

The few short lines of description made him feel that his desire to sleep somewhere in his body was gradually awakening.

Even Zhang Fan himself couldn't believe the fight between people and monsters, the fight between people, the robbery in person and the sneak attack on his back. When he learned that he was about to face the cruel side of the immortal world, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he became excited almost without being able to control himself.

After flying for half an hour, the market where he lived since childhood appeared in front of him.

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It was still early at this time and the abortion had not reached its peak. The guys from various stores gathered together in groups of three or three, chatting about some gossip about monks, and from time to time, he turned his envious eyes to a small shop where monks kept coming in and out.

These guys are all mortals recruited by the store owners. They are not as complicated as those monks’ ideas. Their wishes are simple and practical. They just hope that the business in the store will be better, and that more customers will get more rewards. If you are lucky and meet a monk who is generous, you may get a low-grade spirit stone, which will be developed and your wife will get it.

The small shop called "Banxiantang" has always been doing business. You can imagine how rich the guys inside should be. I heard that they have married three houses! Humph, I am not afraid of the upcoming wind, and the other guys thought maliciously.

As the saying goes: The crowds of people are referring to each other and end up in vain, but the guy who gathers the resentment of the whole street lives well. He just yawns bored and looks at the customer who is touching and looking around in the store, without any intention of getting up and greeting him.

Speaking of which, this job is really easy. There are low-level magic weapons in the lobby on the first floor. They are all at the same price and they don’t bargain. They are only responsible for collecting money. Unless the customer wants magic weapons above the middle level, he needs to lead the customer upstairs, that is, to lead the way, and those who check the goods and negotiate prices are all for the owner.

It would be great if I could live such a life. The guy sighed and turned his thoughts to Xiaohong in the next village. His body and face were not said, and he saliva turned around and asked the matchmaker to talk about peace and marry him to be the fourth room.

The guy was thinking beautifully, and he shouted and pulled him back from his fantasy, "Man?"

"Hmm?" Is there a big guest? What the guy likes most is the job who leads the way, which is relaxed and has good luck.

The person who spoke was a young monk who pointed to a small green sword and said, "How much does this magic weapon cost?"

"What?" The guy's originally look of joy suddenly collapsed, and he didn't say anything. He just pointed at a sign next to him weakly, muttering in his heart: The big guest didn't come, a young boy fell.

The sign reads in conspicuous large characters: "Eighty pieces of low-grade spirit stones, no bargaining."

The young monk's face turned red immediately. It was not because he turned a blind eye to the word "Dou" but because he was a mortal, an ant-like thing, he dared to show his face to him.

If I had changed the place, the guy would have been pinned to death by one hand. I just thought about what I saw at the door, representing the disciples of the Faxiang Sect. The young monk did not dare to have an attack after all. He wanted to wait for someone to leave, but he was reluctant to leave. In the end, he paid for a transaction and left.

Looking at the back of the young monk, the guy curled his lips disdainfully. He has seen so many things like this. How cheap are the things in his own store? Are you afraid that he won’t buy them?

There is a difference when there is comparison. Compared with this young monk, the big guest upstairs was so generous. He took a piece of spirit stone. At that time, the guy was so quick to greet him. He was both guided and tea on the ground, and even made an exception and didn't spit in it.

Just as he was thinking, a figure walked in from outside the door.

The guy immediately shook his energy and rushed over with a "swoosh", nodding and bowing, "Young Master, you are back, I miss you so much."

"There is a guest upstairs. The old man is greeting you. Why don't you sit down first and give you tea." The guy quickly gave up his seat and enthusiastically wiped his sleeves and then.

The person coming was Zhang Fan.

This Banxian Hall was opened by his grandfather after he became successful in refining weapons. The low-level spiritual weapons on the first floor were the results of his experiments after "stealing the master". Just make a return, and the treasures on the second floor are the treasures. Since there are people on it, they must be big guests, Zhang Fan doesn't mind waiting for a while.

Sitting down in the guy's seat, he said jokingly: "Ergouzi, I don't dare to drink your tea master."

Zhang Fan also grew up in the market since he was a child. He could not understand the twists and turns in his heart of the mortals who worked in the immortal shop. For example, Ergouzi in front of him, his family had four brothers, except for the big dog that died early, Ergouzi, Sangouzi and Sigouzi all made a living in the market. In the business world, people call them "hungry dogs, lost dogs, and died dogs" three bitches.

Ergouzi's unique skill is to spit in the fragrant tea. This method is both relieved and hidden. Even a Nascent Soul monk can't think of drinking the taste of water from a cup of tea. It's really a scam! His two brothers also have their own weaknesses. How dare Zhang Fan drink the tea he made?

"This...Young Master, you are joking."

At this time, Zhang Fan's grandfather Zhang Yuantu and a middle-aged man walked downstairs, just to resolve Ergouzi's embarrassment.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, please stay, Jiang said goodbye." The middle-aged man clasped his fists.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Jiang walks slowly and come again!" The old man's voice was still so loud.

When the middle-aged man surnamed Jiang exchanged greetings, his eyes remained on Zhang Fan. He looked at him for a long time before leaving the door.

A core disciple like Zhang Fan wearing an ice silkworm robe appeared in the market, which was already quite eye-catching, so he went up to the old man without much care and said to him: "Grandpa, why, big fish?"

"What a big one!" the old man praised.

I wanted to wait for another word, but I saw Ergouzi on the side hears it, and he quickly covered the Qiankun bag with reflexes, pulled Zhang Fan upstairs.

After sitting down, the old man said excitedly: "Just just now, that kid has wrapped the molten gold bow and the cloud boat in our store."

The molten gold bow is the failed product of Zhang Fan's refining of the Sunset Bow. There are four of them, all of which are the top-notch magic weapons, and they are only one line away from the top-notch magic weapons.

Chuanyunzhou is a copy of Feiyunzhou he has, and its speed is comparable to that of the top-level magic weapon, but that's all, and the gap with Feiyunzhou is still quite obvious.

Feiyunzhou was the first magic weapon that Zhang Fan had intended to imitate. However, during the refining process, he found that the main material of Feiyunzhou was actually an unknown animal bone. Even Han Hao only found that the effect was amazing after refining it. When he wanted to search for it, he could never find it again.

In desperation, Zhang Fan had to use the two wings of the Chuanyun Beast as the main material to refine the Chuanyun Boat in a gourd. It was also a rare good thing among the flying magic weapon.

Zhang Fan nodded and smiled, "Grandpa, have you made a lot of money this time? By the way, have you collected any precious materials recently?"

"Yes, I'll show you." The old man took out a large box behind the screen, opened it, and said, "I'm here, most of them were contributed by the big fish just now."

"Oh." Zhang Fan picked up the ore of the purple-shou gold placed in the middle of the box and began to appreciate it. He asked casually: "Who is that guy? Even the purple-shou gold can be taken out."

Purple-shou gold is different from other metal materials. The real application method is to heat it at high temperature to soften it, and then draw it into silk. It is a good material for refining various robes. Over the years, Zhang Fan has seen this piece.

The old man smiled and said, "Speaking of this, he still has some connection with you. Don't you have a junior brother named Jiang or something?"

"Jiang Tuo?" Zhang Fan raised his head in surprise and asked, "Is he a member of the Jiang family?"

"Yes, it's Jiang Tuo. He said it was Jiang Tuo's news to him, saying that we had two good things like the molten gold bow and the Chuanyun Zhou, so we came to buy it." The old man thought for a while and said.

"Show good?" Zhang Fan smiled play with the purple bearded gold ore as big as a fist.

Then he let go of these thoughts. He knew in his heart that as long as he continued to improve, smart people like Jiang Tuo and others would not be against him, but would become more close and win over him. If he failed, they would not mind taking the blame. In short, it would be useless to think too much.

"Grandpa, I'll help me collect more materials in the past six months. I'll refine a few magic weapons for myself." Zhang Fan suddenly said seriously.

"Okay, no problem, Grandpa Bao." The old man patted his chest and asked again: "Baby, you are doing well in the sect. Why are you doing so many magical tools?"

Zhang Fan thought about it and decided to tell the truth, saying, "Master, he has been in seclusion and has formed a pill. Also, the child wants to go to Wuhui Valley for a trip."

The old man's face was first happy, then darkened, and he was silent for a while, and said, "Uncle Master is not here, you should be careful in the sect. Your great-grandfather offended too many people, and someone may stumbling to you."

"Wuhuigu, Wuhuigu..." The old man murmured for a while, and finally said, "Go, you have to go."

Zhang Fan was a little surprised and was about to persuade the old man to block his throat. He coughed twice and said, "Grandpa, aren't you afraid of something happening to me?"

"I'm afraid, but I'm afraid that there will be a ball. Sooner or later, there will be this day." The old man sighed, and then couldn't help but explain: "Boy, you have to remember that when you get there, you must be cruel and you must beat him to death. Don't be ruthless."

Zhang Fan smiled and thought to himself that if he really only grew up to 18 years old in the market and sect, he might not be able to be hard-worked. But he is not. The world is difficult and the human heart is sinister, that is, he has seen it long ago. Such a kind-hearted and soft-hearted thing cannot happen to him.
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