Chapter 546

"There are more than 100000 fellow visitors this time. Now most of them have gone to the towering peak... It's very lively! There are thousands of stalls now. There are indeed many wonderful things, but the good and the bad are mixed. It depends on your eyesight.

"Sanqing Xianzong took out a lucky pill and will auction it later. It's the best pill. It's a relic of the great power of the ancient fairy world. It's said that there were only ten. So far, only five have been left... It's a real priceless treasure. This time, it's even put up for auction..."

"In addition, the two Tianjiao of Western China also set up a small challenge arena, saying that they would challenge the world's talent for refining weapons and encourage each other. Even we wish the elders were invited..."

While listening to Mo Yi's introduction, Xiang Yang looked up at the approaching giant peak in front of him, which was funny.

What towering peak, this shape, vivid, is a gluttonous look.

The belly contains all things, and the big mouth swallows all directions. Boss Niu has a bad heart. Does this mean to make a big fortune?

The old guy's wealth is immeasurable, but he has the evil taste of being cheap. It's estimated that he won't change in his life.

Although the towering peak is much lower than the Xianniu peak, the mountain is much larger. On one side, half of the peaks form an inward arc from top to bottom, just like a huge upward mouth. The square city is in this huge mouth.

It was a valley almost trapped in the hinterland of the mountain. It was not big from the outside. In fact, there was a cave inside. It was tens of miles wide. It was simply divided into five parts: Southeast, northwest and central. The bustling crowd and tightly packed stalls gave Xiang Yang the illusion that he had returned to the Wanbao Pavilion of Dunhe city and the ruins of the North Sea.

According to his intuition, the boss Niu must be mixed in, and maybe the temporary workshop is set up to meet his hobby of practicing stalls. However, there are too many people here, so it's inconvenient to use spiritual awareness to investigate, and he can't be found for a moment.

With them, there are several disciples of Wanfa immortal sect. Their accomplishments range from the later stage of Yuanying to jiuzhuan. They are also among the best in their own sect, but they are insignificant in the place where the five divine geniuses gather.

Next to him, there is a friar with a stall. He is a nine turn genius with a life of only a few hundred yuan. Several people stroll around together. On the contrary, Xiang Yang is the most eye-catching. There is no other. The realm of this pill ending period is too low and too conspicuous

The stalls of the overlord sect are in the center. According to Shen Yan, his Wanfa immortal sect also arranged disciples to set up one, mainly selling some spells, array plates, as well as some martial arts and danfang.

The so-called wanfaxianzong is not famous for its cultivation realm, but for its erudition. Wanfaxianzong has the largest Sutra Pavilion in the whole mountain and sea world, as well as the most ancient skill and array records.

More than ten thousand years ago, there was a emperor Ping Yunzhen. His research on the array has been transformed into a state of Jin. It's a pity that he has not received the spirit and fire of heaven and earth. He can't go too far along the way of refining tools. Finally, he found another way and became a spell master.

Some spells left in his hands have now become out of print. For example, there is a treasure talisman that moves thousands of miles, which is a real life-saving thing. Now there are more than ten pieces of the whole Wanfa immortal sect.

Lvya'er has two in his hand. Xiang Yang has also studied it. It's not difficult to say that the array can be helped by Tianyan, but the rune paper used is refined by the wings of a cicada for thousands of years. It's an extremely rare thing that even he has never seen.

This time, I also took out one.

Thousands of stalls, except for some casual repairs, almost every door took out their own proud treasures and many unknown gadgets. Many vendors didn't even know what to use. They just put them away when they looked unique. Now when they find a chance, they randomly bid a high price to try their luck.

Tianyan was in the body. Such a square city almost became a treasure place for Xiang Yang to pick up leaks. He was not in a hurry. He strolled slowly. Before long, he opened a little distance from Shen Yan and them.

In the past, there were a lot of good things, but the price was not cheap, nor was it something in urgent need, so there was no interest in bargaining. With Uncle Xiang's current worth, there were more than a hundred vitality stones up and down for a moment, and time was precious!

The stalls here are random and distributed, and there are no sectarian areas. The former stall owner may be from eastern China, and the next one may be from southern China. However, generally speaking, it is still dominated by central China. After all, it has the interests of landlords, and there are few sectarian doors that can really rush from other China.

In comparison, Xiang Yang is more interested in some things at hand, such as the current one.

It was a beautiful young man with a shy smile on his face, bowed his head, fiddled with a few milky white things in front of him, looked up at the disciples next to him from time to time, and his eyes showed a trace of envy.

He was wearing a Taoist robe with wisps of silver and a fluctuation of vitality. Obviously, it was also a defense magic weapon, but there was a gap in the East and a hole in the West on the Taoist robe, which was already broken.

He estimated that he was shy in his bag and couldn't even give up the magic function. He dressed so casually, revealing pieces of yellowing moon white lining. At his waist, he was tied with an ordinary sapphire belt, which was not a magic weapon. The long sword behind him was clean, and even the blood red silk spike was as bright as new.

Next to him sat an old man with a sneaky face and a white jade dry cigarette bag. He shouted a few times from time to time, and then knocked the young man's head with a cigarette rod: "little B, shout... Where's the business? Your master, I'm still waiting to change some magic heart cigarettes after opening!"

The young man looked bitter and opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. Later, the old man couldn't hold back. He directly carried him aside and roared with his cigarette stick: "Take a walk and have a look. Don't miss it when you pass by! The real aphrodisiac treasure, 100 million year long Huo, is a good thing... Take it back, whether it's Alchemy or brewing. It's majestic to keep you towering. If you eat it for three days, your mother can't stand it. If you eat it for a month, you can't stand it in bed!"

The old man was not big, but his voice was not small. The key was that the more he shouted behind, the more obscene his voice became. From time to time, he winked around and threw out deep eyes. The young man sat beside him with a red face and looked at the strange eyes cast by some young women in the crowd. He almost got his head into the ground.

Xiang Yang was right next to their booth, looked at the hundreds of millions of years of erotic dragon Huo, and squatted down with a smile.

"Boss, how do you sell this?"