"I don't know, does the Immortal Master have other places to go?" The young man stole a glance at Zhang Ling and asked respectfully. Although he only saw a snake skin, there was still some aura that made his heart palpitate. This Immortal Master can kill such a powerful demon beast, it seems he is definitely not an ordinary cultivator. He had also worked as a guide for other cultivators before, but the strength of those Immortal Masters did not seem to be as high as the one he was pulling today. Judging from the shop assistant's respect for this person before, one could guess. Immediately, the young man became more and more respectful to Zhang Ling, and his confidence in getting paid doubled. As long as this lord is satisfied, he will definitely not be short of his piece of spirit stone. Just as the young man was both expecting and respectful in his heart, Zhang Ling naturally didn't know the young man's thoughts and said casually. "Take me to the Immortal City's market to have a look, and also introduce me to some of the larger shops." "Okay." The young man once again drove the carriage and galloped away with Zhang Ling.
Three or four hours later, Zhang Ling gave the young man two spirit stones in front of a Laifu Inn, sent him away, and then asked for a room in the inn, lying on the wooden bed, thinking about today's gains. Not long ago, with the introduction of the young man Zhang San, he traveled through most of Yanhua City. This place is really a mixed bag. Originally, there were only a large number of loose cultivators gathered in this city, with the number basically between 40,000 and 50,000, but in the past two or three years, several times more cultivators have merged into it. The number of Qi Refining stage cultivators alone has reached more than 100,000. Most of the other cultivators who came here were reinforcements sent by various families and sects. Of course, there were also many loose cultivators from other countries who came after hearing the news. Although these people know that this place is dangerous, the Twelve Immortal Cities have established merit monuments. As long as they take on some related tasks, they can earn merit points, which is a rare opportunity for a large number of loose cultivators. If they want to go further, they will come to the Twelve Immortal Cities for reinforcements. Every time the alien demons invade, some loose cultivators will go further, not to mention the Foundation Establishment cultivators, some powerful loose cultivators can even take this opportunity to break through to the Golden Core stage and become true powerhouses. After all, at this time, the Twelve Immortal Cities will take out some treasures to encourage these cultivators. Before, the young man took him to the front of the City Lord's Mansion, where he also saw the stone tablet recording the treasures. It not only has magic tools and cultivation methods, but also pills and talismans are all top quality. These can only be exchanged for with the Immortal City's merit points. Among them are two or three rare spiritual objects that can increase the probability of forming a Golden Core. Even he was envious when he saw it. Zhang Ling lay on the bed thinking about what he had seen today. He still has a few days to go to some places in the Immortal City to wander around. He came to Yanhua Immortal City, firstly, because this city is very famous, to see it, and secondly, in addition to repairing that magic tool, there are other things to do. Collecting some pill formulas and rare elixir seeds are also in the plan. Dong… Dong dong! Suddenly, his door was knocked a few times. "Who?" "Fellow Daoist, I am the shopkeeper of this store." Zhang Ling hesitated for a moment, then opened the door, only to see a middle-aged fat man in a blue and red robe standing outside. A sweep of his divine sense revealed that this person was also a Foundation Establishment Initial stage cultivator. He couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, he didn't expect that this small inn also had a Foundation Establishment cultivator. The fat man greeted him with a smile, looking like he was familiar with him. "I am Bao Wen, I have met Fellow Daoist." "Do you have something, Fellow Daoist?"
Zhang Ling frowned, did not invite this person in, but casually cupped his hands and asked. "Hehe, Bao is being abrupt, but I have a deal here, I wonder if Fellow Daoist is interested." He saw the fat man casually touch his chest, tearing out something, and with this, Zhang Ling took two steps back. This person didn't care, and with a wave of his hand, a talisman paper with auspicious cloud patterns was taken out by him. Zhang Ling swept his divine sense, the spiritual power on the talisman paper was scarce, it was not a powerful spirit talisman. He also calmed down. "Fellow Daoist, don't be nervous, I wonder if Fellow Daoist has heard of the Secret Market." Bao Wen shook the talisman paper, inexplicably said this sentence. "Secret Market, Ghost Market?" "That's right, I have some connections, I wonder if Fellow Daoist is interested." Then Zhang Ling let this person into the room and started talking. …… Two days later, Zhang Ling was wearing a black robe and a hat, at this time his figure had become a tall and strong man. He turned around a dark street and came to a dilapidated hut with no sign. The door of the house was tightly closed, looking inconspicuous. Zhang Ling looked around, then rhythmically patted the wooden door a few times. After waiting for a few breaths, the wooden door creaked open. A seven or eight-year-old girl walked out of it. The girl's round eyes looked at him a few times. Then he stretched out his small hand. Zhang Ling took out the talisman paper with auspicious clouds and placed it in the girl's hand. The girl pinched the talisman paper with both hands, making a move that left Zhang Ling dumbfounded. The girl suddenly grabbed her head and tore off a few strands of hair, placing them in the talisman paper. He saw the talisman paper flash with spiritual light, condensing a wisp of cyan spiritual power on it, then automatically folded up, and in a blink of an eye, it folded into a paper crane. Then the girl handed the paper crane to him, and at the same time invited him into the house. She didn't say a word from beginning to end. The house was cluttered with miscellaneous objects, like an ordinary grocery store. Just as Zhang Ling was about to observe carefully, an old woman appeared in front of him, this person said solemnly: "Come with me." Zhang Ling slightly released his divine sense, and observed that the old woman was a cultivator, but she only had the fifth level of Qi Refining, which was really inconspicuous. After the old woman finished speaking, she took him to a small room, pressed on a wall on the side, and a big hole cracked open on it with a flash of light. The old woman greeted him and went down a staircase first. He hesitated for a while, but still followed this person into the wall hole. At the same time, he became careful. The passage was not long, and soon they came to a stone gate. A cultivator wearing a pig-faced mask was standing in front of the stone gate. With a light sweep of his divine sense, Zhang Ling's heart immediately became heavy. This person actually had the strength of the Foundation Establishment Middle stage. A sense of fear rose in his heart. The woman saw the masked man, respectfully saluted, and left the way she came. The masked man said two words to him in a muffled voice. "Token."
Zhang Ling raised his hand, and the paper crane flew in front of the masked man, this person grabbed the paper crane, and with a flash of spiritual light in his hand, he put it away. Then he directly pushed open the stone gate and took him in. As soon as he entered the stone gate, his eyes lit up. They came to a hall, with palace lanterns hanging high all around, illuminating the place brightly. Some carpets were also laid on the ground, the hall was circular, tens of feet in diameter. A huge circular red table was placed in the center, and many wooden chairs were placed around it. Each chair was separated by two feet, and at this time some cultivators were already sitting on some chairs. Seeing him and the masked man coming in, these sitting people looked at the two of them a few times. After being scanned by these gazes, Zhang Ling trembled all over, cold sweat broke out on his back, these people were all Foundation Establishment cultivators. "Please sit down at will, the trade fair is about to begin." The masked man in front of him said this to him, and left him alone here, leaving alone. Zhang Ling did not hesitate, raised his foot and walked to a more remote corner and sat down. At this time, he also noticed that the cultivators here were all like him, some wearing masks, some wrapped in robes, and some wearing cloaks, all covering their original faces. There were already twenty or thirty people in the hall, but no one could speak, making it extremely quiet, making the atmosphere here extremely tense. Seeing this, he also closed his eyes and rested his mind. At the same time, he carefully released his divine sense and checked around the hall. There are so many Foundation Establishment cultivators here, it seems that the power holding this trade fair is not small. Thinking of what the fat cultivator told him before, this is a trade fair for Foundation Establishment cultivators, it seems to be true, and he is also looking forward to it. ……