Ten days later, Feilai Peak stopped in a valley in the ghost market of Qingqiu Region. Nearly a hundred huge mountain peaks stopped silently. The ground was not smooth, but several symbol formations under Feilai Peak changed. After resting, the soil changed into a shape that completely matched the terrain below, and stopped firmly.
At the same time as it landed, it was also shrouded in countless strange black mists.
The ghost market was the century-old battlefield between Daxuan and the demon clan. There are many poisonous places in the world, and they are extremely dangerous. Almost as soon as they stopped, all kinds of blood-colored and strange plants on the surrounding dark soil began to spread to Feilai Peak, and were caught by the foot of the mountain. The faint talisman light was blocked without a trace.
One of the mountain peaks has a black flag with white stripes on a black background, shaped like a jellyfish. At this moment, like a fan, four gaps are opened from the belly of the mountain, and the surrounding black mist is swallowed by a long whale, and then there is a clean breath. Exhaust like exhaust.
In less than an hour, the surrounding black fog gradually faded away.
On the Chasing Cloud Peak, many people were already standing at the exit of the mountain, ready to leave the mountain when the poisonous mist dissipated.
"The ghost fog in Peach Blossom Mountain is the most poisonous and troublesome, and Jiedu Peak likes to refine its essence. After a few hours, the ghost fog around a few hundred miles will be drained by them, and then we will You can go down and find something good." At the exit, a middle-aged cultivator who looked very simple and honest said to Yan Ling.
There are quite a few monks around the two of them, none of them wearing Kun-Lai's standard clothes, and the weapons they hold are different, old and new. At first glance, they are not official Kun-Lai disciples.
This kind of cultivator has a collective name on Feilai Peak - loose cultivator.
They come from all over the world, some of them have been brushed down from the outer door, some are small sects who have migrated to Central Continent, and there are monks from other continents who want to get rich overnight...
But they all know that the Feilai Peak expedition is extremely dangerous, and the price of going to the peak is extremely expensive, so they travel together more often, and find a veteran who has been with the mountain a few times to lead the team.
Yan Ling didn't have a Taoist plate, so he could only enter the team of loose cultivators, and sleep together in the lowest and cheapest Chase shop on Feilai Peak.
"Brother Zhou, is this really okay?" A young cultivator was frightened as he watched countless black smoke gather and dissipate like evil spirits outside.
"I see if it's over there, we'll follow them later." The simple and honest cultivator surnamed Zhou pointed to the Kun-Lai cultivator at an exit next to him. They were divided into several teams, and they were discussing something with their expressions relaxed and natural. , I didn't have the trembling fear of the monks on my side, "These Feilai Peaks have great powers of Hedao, and the stronger poisonous beasts dare not come, and they have a lot of good things for self-defense, we will pick them up after them. What they don't like, that's enough for us."
"Why do you want to pick up things they don't want..." Yan Ling frowned slightly, "Treasures are naturally made, and those who have the ability live in them, whoever grabs them belongs to whoever."
As soon as he said these words, the surrounding miscellaneous practitioners instinctively took a few steps away from him.
"Brother Yan," Brother Zhou whispered, "don't forget that we are on their Feilai Peak. If they are dissatisfied, it is not a joke to drive us down."
A trace of contempt flashed in Yan Ling's eyes, but he did not speak.
After a few more hours, the surrounding black fog had completely faded away, revealing a clear sky. The strange and poisonous weeds on the ground seemed to hate the sun very much and began to hide from all kinds of shadows.
At this time, the protective formation at the next intersection finally opened, and a team of monks in blue clothes left.
Those Tsing Yi monks have fairy grass patterns on the corners of their clothes, and at first glance they belong to Qingnv Peak.
Yan Ling's team was far behind.
"Pick up grass and wear gold gloves, don't get poisoned, watch out for bugs... Don't kill black centipedes, Beast-Controlling Peak likes this thing a lot, it's more expensive than medicine." There are cloth towels, and there are dozens of bottles, jars and boxes that can be taken out at random. Several groups of people are scattered, and collecting them is as light as returning to their own orchards.
"Be careful not to disperse too much, keep an appropriate distance, and it will take a long time." Without rushing, these monks quickly took away the valuable and long-term things, and the leader also explained to them the function and identification of these things. "There are many things in the ghost market, the most valuable is the ghost mist grass, but its medicinal properties do not depend on the year, everyone, this kind of leaves with black silk in the leaves is the most effective, which means that it grows in the place with the most yin. Well, if you use it well, it is the best nemesis of the magic killing spell, and it also has a miraculous effect on Huadan."
Brother Zhou listened to it with admiration, and began to pick these grasses. Of course, he could only use the Golden Steel Talisman to add a layer of defense to his hand before he dared to pick it up. Other miscellaneous cultivators also began to pick up the things they occasionally missed.
After a while, although they are just picking up leaks, the harvest of these people is also very good, each of them basically has an income of three or four trees.
They are all cultivators, and very quickly, they have gathered very little of the valuable things around them.
When the dark fog was getting thicker, the leader of the blue-clothed cultivator looked at it, and then ordered to close the team and return.
"Brother Zhou..." A young scattered cultivator pointed to a lush grass in the dark mist not far away. There were many short grasses growing on it. The grimace, the thick black silk in the veins of the leaves, is the ghost grass with a very good appearance, "Let's go and pick the things there."
"Don't!" Brother Zhou's expression changed, "What they don't take will definitely be dangerous, and we can't take it either. Listen, greedy is the most taboo for Jiaoshan..."
"It'll be fine if it's so close. We'll post it when we get it." The young loose cultivator couldn't help but leaned over.
"Come back—" Before Brother Zhou finished speaking, he saw the shadow of a snake flashing in the black mist. The young scattered cultivator didn't even have time to scream, and was already involved in the depths of the black mist.
The surrounding loose cultivators are all discolored.
Yan Ling couldn't help but be surprised. The snake shadow just now didn't even notice him. He was a master of Nascent Soul, not a loose cultivator who built the foundation.
"That's a creepy snake, a local monster that likes to hide in the black mist. Even in the Yuan Ying period, it is difficult to find it if it is covered by the black mist. It is extremely poisonous. If you bite it, you will immediately eat ten detoxification pills, and immediately send it to the young female boss. Healing." The leader of the blue-clothed cultivator, who had not gone far, heard the change and turned around to warn the group of newcomers who had just qualified for the expedition, "Only those guys from Judgment Peak can enter the black fog, because they are more poisonous than the snakes and bite them. The one that dies in one bite must be a snake. Of course, there is a big guy in it, a demon king. Judgment Peak takes poison every 100 years. It is best for us and the monsters here to not offend. Do you understand?"
The newbies all understood.
Then their team continued to return.
Brother Zhou sighed and asked the surrounding loose cultivators to follow him back.
Yan Ling was terrified of the weirdness here, when he saw a group of monks wearing black background and white patterned robes walking into the black fog chatting and laughing, the leader holding a jade gourd with black runes flowing on it. Absorbing the surrounding black mist, a road was opened.
"Senior brother, you won't be able to catch the snake if you suck the fog." A black-robed cultivator protested.
"Snakes are not the most poisonous here, the fog is. Besides, there are enough snakes on the peak. You said it would be great if we built the Judu Peak here. There are good materials everywhere." The monk who took the gourd said with a little emotion.
"There is no net here," said the little girl in black next to her.
"...It makes sense." The monk holding the gourd immediately dismissed the idea, "Come on, the poison-eating toad is calling, there are big guys over there..."
The voice gradually disappeared in the black mist, and Yan Ling felt that his three views were being challenged.
At this time, the sky was getting dark, and he was pulled away almost by the few scattered repairers.
When they returned to Feilai Peak, it was meal time. There was a special hall on the mountainside to provide spiritual food, but these loose cultivators could only buy nests made of spiritual wheat bran.
Yan Ling is already in the Nascent Soul stage and naturally does not need to eat, but seeing that there is a special spirit wine for sale, it is very useful to him, and it can reconcile the hostility in the practice, so he wants to buy some.
But the cultivator who was drinking actually refused: "Sorry, this thing is not sold to loose cultivators."
Yan Ling looked at him coldly, as if she wanted to eat him.
"It's useless to look at it. This is a top wine tasting, not takeaway. The miscellaneous wine over there is for takeaway." The monk who was drinking pointed to the corner and received the next classmate.
Yan Ling remembered his appearance, thinking that he would eat the essence of his flesh and blood the next time he went out. Although it was only a golden elixir, this was the price of humiliating him.
Next to him, Brother Zhou was eating a nest made of Linggu bran, and ripped off the corner of his clothes: "Brother Yan, this is Kunlai's rule. Good things should stick to their own people first, there is no way, and we can't afford them. ,Do not be angry."
"Humph." Yan Ling just looked at the hall coldly, trying to remember the Kun-Lai disciples here.
At this moment, a familiar and graceful figure appeared in the line of sight, with a young man chatting and laughing with her.
Yan Ling thought about it for a while, and shrank into the pile of loose cultivators.
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Qingnv and Feng Qingxiu toured around and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there is no downsizing today."
"There seem to be fewer of those loose cultivators." Feng Qingxiu frowned slightly, "This is the first time it has landed."
"It's already very good. There are dangers everywhere in the outer domain. Even the Kun-Lai disciples are experienced and often attrition. It would be good if the scattered cultivators can go back half." Half of the investment, today's income on all peaks, will be 20% taxed to the peak owner, so 10% of today's income is yours, you can check it."
Feng Qingxiu took it, looked at the account carefully, and asked with some doubts, "Is it a bit too high to earn 120,000 spirit stones a day?"
Could it be that there is a million spiritual stone income today, this is too...
"It's only a lot taller. Things like the ghost mist grass are only found in the ghost market. There is no poison peak to take away the poisonous mist, no Hedao monk to scare away the big demon, and without our experience and cooperation, the Yuanying monk came in to pick one. All plants may lose their lives. One plant is made into a box of soul-returning incense and sold to Central Continent. It is easy to sell a thousand spirit stones. They still think it is cheap. Besides, it will take a hundred years to say less next time, enough for us to slowly Sell it," the young girl smiled, "Not only in the human realm, there are witches in the foreign realm who are good at curse and killing, and many demon tribes often suffer from this, and selling them will only be more expensive."
Feng Qingxiu nodded, thinking about the dozen or so frames of grass she picked today, she understood why Kunlai's prices were so high.
After reading the account, Feng Qingxiu returned it to the young girl, and the other party said a few words and left.
Feng Qingxiu then returned to her residence and began to write a letter to Master.
First, I reported my recent experience, then I expressed my thoughts about the Master, and finally I thought of the Master's desire to go out for a walk, and added: "Now that I have gone to a foreign land, I will know how big the world is. If there is a chance, I will really I want to enjoy the endless mountains and rivers with Master."
Then click send.
It wasn't sent out.
After ordering several times in a row, it was finally delivered.
Is the network too far
He took out the unresponsive Shizun paper figurine again, and suddenly his heart moved, and while he was breathing out his sword energy, he made a simple black robe and carefully put it on the Shizun paper figurine.
How can a piece of paper be worthy of a master, such a master is more powerful!
He squeezed the paper man's arm, and was about to touch it again, when he felt a change in Feilaifeng's great formation.
He came out of the light and landed on the top of the peak. He saw that in the distant night, there were countless stars and things rushing towards the flying peaks.
Almost at the same time, the alarms of each peak sounded.