The sea of ​​people is quiet and peaceful. It is like a piece of gemstone on the edge of the boundless pill. It shines with a charming luster in the bright sun.

The breeze is gentle and the clouds are floating. There are seabirds playing in the clouds, which slightly disrupts this rare peace.

It's a good boy.

Compare the weather a day ago, the storm of winds thousands of miles away and the heavy rains are like a curtain. The calm beauty of the sea created by the sea is particularly nostalgic.

The fire of red light passed by, shaking the clouds, stirring the airflow and pressing out white waves, breaking all this in an instant.

In the flowing light, Zhang Fan hugged Ling'er. From time to time, he looked back and for more time. He tried his best to urge Wuchao and flew towards the market at the fastest speed.

Of course, this is not because of the fear of being caught up by Shenxiaozong and others. In this vast sea, finding two pounds of villains is not much easier than finding a needle. What's more, Shi Zhongtian's last blow caused such a big noise. I'm afraid that the entanglement of Xingjun's disciple would be enough for them to drink a pot.

However, when Zhang Fan thought of the little hatred bird released by Ling'er, he felt a burst of hair in his heart. How could he dare to stay longer?

Although Ling'er thought it would not be able to repay the grudges. And they got along well, but in case it was not possible, the flock of hatred birds in the sky was so terrifying that Zhang Fan would rather surround the Shenxiao Sect and Baiyao Sect again than encounter it like that.

Fortunately, the small islands and reefs they originally stayed at are not far from the market. As long as they fly faster, they will get news from the flock of hatreds and really want to take revenge. At most, they will have to rain dung for hundreds of years in the Binhai market. Anyway, he doesn't care.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't dare to release the hatred bird with Ling'er's words alone.

In addition to the threat of Qiu Bird, Zhang Fan did not want to continue staying overseas for other reasons.

In this overseas few days, things are complicated, and they don’t even talk about strong enemies, but they still have troubles. If it were yesterday, it doesn’t matter. After all, whether it is experience or treasure hunting, it is all his needs.

But today, as soon as he thinks of the Nine-Turn Qiankun Cauldron lying quietly in the Qiankun Bag, he is satisfied and has nothing to think about. He really doesn't want to get involved in any inexplicable things anymore.

With this idea in mind, Zhang Fan urged the escape light to the extreme. Soon, he saw a horizon faintly appearing at the intersection of the sea and the sky.

The littoral market is bustling with people, and it seems that it is more prosperous than the previous period, especially on the streets where stalls are set up. The sellers are like clouds and the viewers are like blockages, which has a bit of a sense of a worldly market.

Looking at this market that gave him great freshness, compared with his experiences a few days ago, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel as if he was washed away from another world.

Even if he was like this, let alone since he became sensible, let alone the Star Broken Islands, Shi Ling'er, who had not even been to Xia Yan Island, saw her holding Zhang Fan's hand and refusing to let go, while tilting her head. He heard the noise around him in his ears, and seemed nervous and extremely curious.

When he felt the wetness in his palm and was covered in sweat, Zhang Fan felt aroused and was not in a hurry to leave. He took her around the market and began to wander around.

Anyway, I was so surprised that I didn’t have to worry about anything. It was a pity that Ling'er had some adaptation to the outside environment.

On both sides of this street, there are all kinds of stalls, some selling magic weapons, some selling talismans, and some selling elixirs. The most are all kinds of fragments. These are also the focus of Zhang Fan’s attention.

I grew up in the market since I was a child. Before I really came into contact with the world of immortal cultivation, I learned about the various situations in the world of immortal cultivation in this place. Although it is both true and false, it is quite interesting, and it is suitable for the curious Ling'er.

The most important thing is that the prosperity of a market is the accumulation of hundreds or thousands of years. It is impossible that suddenly there will be so many people. There must be a reason for this, and taking this opportunity to understand a little bit.

Sure enough, he wandered around for about half an hour and walked until the store of the Faxiang Sect in Fangshu. Zhang Fan discovered something wrong.

Most of the things sold on these stalls are not homemade products such as elixirs, talismans, or spoils such as magical tools, but are mostly things that require years of accumulation to be taken out.

Just like the stall in front of you, the things placed on it are extremely scattered, obviously they are all kinds of mixed and complicated things, and the most of them are various spiritual grass and strange trees, or precious ores, and things that are unlikely to appear in large quantities.

Even with Zhang Fan's vision, he found a lot of things he was interested in. Those things are not rare, but they are not easy to see in the market. After all, they have been something that has been cultivated for hundreds of years by generations. How could it be sold casually? It's like the Qi Xuanlan that the Taoist who was just obtained by the Sanzi Corpse that day was to please the baby. It was exactly like this.

"There are these iron heart orchids," Zhang Fan pulled the stall for a while, picked out a few ores, and said to the stall owner: "I want all these ores, fellow Taoists, please offer a price!"

Iron Heart Orchid is a spiritual herb that is helpful for spirit beasts to break through the barrier. After signs of breakthrough appear, taking a large amount of food can greatly increase the chance of breakthrough success. Although this flower is only effective for low-level monsters, it is quite rare. He is already quite satisfied with how much he can collect this time.

The stall owner was originally a little listless, but after hearing this, he glanced at him, he suddenly became energetic and said with a smile: "Since this senior wants it, then count it!"

As he said that, he took a "number of the price, and Xi Zhangfan was stunned. It was not that he didn't understand their gestures, nor that the other party was too dark, but that the young stall owner offered a little lower price.

Just looking at the messy and uneven quality things on the stall, you will know that this is a vendor who specializes in reselling business in the market. It would be a joke if they say they don’t understand the market.

Facing his puzzled gaze, the young stall owner Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Wang Yu, I have met Zhang Bingsheng."

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you know me?"

"Seniors are noble people who forget things, and it's not surprising that they don't remember villains."

While Wang Yu said, he slowly cleaned up the things Zhang Fan chose, put them alone in a Qiankun bag, and handed them to Zhang Fan's hands.

"Senior has seen his style as a senior when he first visited the villain in the market."

For several generations of ancestors, they have made a living in the market and have a very good relationship with their rich seniors. How can they earn your spirit stones?"

He took the thing Wang Yu handed over. Zhang Fan looked at him carefully and finally remembered this person.

It's no wonder he forgot that this man just met when he first arrived in the market. At that time, he was arguing with a bearded man. Now Zhang Fan naturally knew that the man was a disciple of the evil Ri sect created by Hongri. Now he is afraid he is as big as a fugitive family?

This person set up a stall here that day, and it is still the case now. Obviously, this is his fixed stall. It is strange to be able to occupy a fixed position before the store of the Faxiang Sect.

"Since that's the case, then Zhang will accept the favor."

Since this person is related to Fuchang, there is no need to talk to him too much. Zhang Fan took out the spirit stone and paid the bill, and asked by the way: "Fellow Daoist Wang is very low. At the price you received, I'm afraid you will lose money, right?"

"How could it be?" Wang Yu took the spirit stone without counting it, and then said: "In the past few days, there are all kinds of goods in the market. There are many sellers, so the price will naturally drop."

"It's at least 30% lower than usual."

"Why is this?"

It is most appropriate to ask for news from such local snakes who are hanging around in the market. Zhang Fan immediately

road.

"I heard that the battle between Qinzhou and Yong and Liangzhou has become increasingly fierce. Although the foundation-building predecessors took action and the Grandmaster Jiedan was not afraid, the situation really scared the unsuperior people."

"Let's see, many immortal cultivators nearby have moved to the coastal area. As long as they don't fight with overseas cultivators, this place is the safest."

"It is naturally a lot of money to reorganize the foundation here, and many spiritual herbs and other things are not easy to survive after they are moved. So there are more things in this market, and the boy's business is easier to do."

This kind of wealth in troubled times is the easiest to make. Just looking at him so generously, he is willing to take less spirit stones from Fuchang's face, and you can tell how much he has made recently.

Since he had beaten Yiqiu, Zhang Fan stopped talking to Wang Yu. He nodded as a farewell. He took Ling'er with him and was about to step into the store of the Faxiang Sect.

"Senior, come on."

Zhang Fanwang took a step and called out to Wang Yu, and couldn't help but look at him in confusion.

"Dare you dare to ask seniors, but you are going to find a rich senior?"

Wang Yu looked at the shop behind him and asked.

"good."

Zhang Fan nodded and waited for his next sentence. Since he had seen this person on the same day, he naturally knew that he had just arrived in the market, who else could he find besides Fuchang? He asked so clearly that there must be a reason.

"The rich senior went out in a hurry this morning. He has not returned yet and is not in the store.

"Oh? Where did he go?"

Zhang Fan was indeed a little surprised. Fuchang never leaves the store all year round, and today is not a market day. Where can he go?

"I don't know this." Wang Yu shook his head and then said, "But the person who came to him must be from the Faxiang Sect, otherwise the rich senior would not be so hurrying."

When talking about the Faxiang Sect’s visit, Wang Yu couldn’t help but look envious on his face. Although it was just a flash, how could he escape Zhang Fan’s eyes?

He smiled and patted his shoulder and said gently: "Thank you, Brother Wang, wait until Brother Fu is back. If you have time, you might as well come up and talk."

Wang Yu showed joy on his face when he heard this and said gratefully: "Thank you, senior."

Zhang Fan nodded, then took Ling'er and entered the store without stopping.

As soon as two female disciples who were serving on the first floor came forward, bowed and said, "I have seen this senior, welcome to our store."

"I don't know what you need for seniors? Although our store dares not say that we have everything, we can do our best to support it."

These two women were only at the third and fourth levels of the Qi Refining Stage. When they saw Zhang Fan, the foundation-building senior, there was a hint of surprise in their eyes at the beginning. Although they were not inferior in etiquette and respectful in their words, their attitude was neither arrogant nor humble, and they did not look panic.

Zhang Fan nodded secretly. Although they were just outer disciples, they also had some sect demeanor. Then he wiped his hand in Qiankun bag, and a red light flew out and landed in front of one of the women.

The woman was startled first, and then saw the red light shrinking, revealing one of the tokens, slowly falling down, and immediately understood, and quickly reached out to take it, checked for a moment, and saluted again, with a much respectful attitude, and said, "I have seen Uncle Zhang, and I hope that Uncle Master will forgive me for his crimes if I have disrespectful things."

As he said that, he bent down and respectfully handed the token back.

There are only five words on this token: "Zhang Fan of Faxiang Sect" is his core disciple of Faxiang Sect

"He never used to ask for the token. The first time he was warm when he didn't ask for anything.

After taking the token, Zhang Fan nodded and said, "Forget it, Senior Brother Fu is not here?"

"Uncle Fu is indeed not here, but before leaving, he told me that if Uncle Zhang comes, we must treat him well and not neglect him."

The person who was interviewing the female disciple who had checked the tokens before. While speaking, he also looked at Zhang Fan with curious eyes, obviously wondering how this uncle could make the boss value it so much.

"Okay, let's lead the way!"

Speaking of which, I am really tired. Since Fuchang is not here, it is better to take a break first.

He took Ling'er and followed the female disciple to the room where Fuchang was entertaining him last time. In an environment full of ancient meaning, he leisurely savored the fragrant tea and waited for Fuchang's return.

I thought it would take only a moment to return, but I didn't expect that it would take several hours to wait until the sun had already set and the stars and the moon shone brightly, he had not come back yet.

Zhang Fan was already a little impatient. He didn't believe that the two outer disciples downstairs would not have reported to Fuchang. Since they had not appeared yet, something big had obviously happened, otherwise he would not have been there.

However, Shi Ling'er didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, she teased Mo Ling on the side and had a lot of fun.

There was a wooden plate under Mo Ling's feet, and it was naturally its snacks and those special spirit insects.

However, Mo Ling was not like usual at this time. When she saw these insects, she rushed forward and pecked her around, but instead fiddled with her claws, making a sound of "quacking" in her mouth.

Zhang Fan was a little interested and squatted down to the side. He asked, "Ling'er, what are you doing?"

"Xiao Hei wants to treat me to insects
To be continued...