Beast

Fengju City is like a giant dragon entrenched, standing still. The seven-foot-high gray city wall is thick and exudes an unspeakable sense of oppression. Yang Qing stands outside the city, his spiritual consciousness reaching out and scanning.

Under the exploration of spiritual consciousness, this thick and simple city wall has been arranged with layers of restrictions. This is because the city wall has not left a trace of dilapidation due to the erosion of time.

Yang Qing didn't know what this restriction was. When his spiritual consciousness touched it, it was bounced back. Forcing the contact was like going deep into a mire. It was difficult to move even an inch. He couldn't help but feel dizzy and tinnitus.

The three characters "Feng Ju Cheng" written by Bi Zuo Long She Di are engraved on the city gate. With Yang Qing's knowledge, if he didn't know it in advance, he might not be able to recognize it.

Without worrying about it, he walked towards the city gate. Yang Qing entered Fengju City for the first time, but he also knew the rules and must hand over ten taels of silver to the guards guarding the city.

The people who came and went from Fengju City were either rich or noble. They all paid the entry fee honestly, stood in line, and entered one by one.

After entering the city, there is a street that can accommodate eight carriages running parallel. The streets are flat and paved with granite. The granite is polished so meticulously that the joints between them are imperceptible.

Most people who enter Fengju City will leave their horses, vehicles, etc. outside the city. As a result, although there are many pedestrians on the wide streets, they are not crowded and there is no noise.

There are no stalls or hawkers on both sides of the street. Instead, they are all large-scale shops, covering everything from basic necessities, food, housing, and transportation to hundreds of skills.

Yang Qing watched curiously, and saw that all the passers-by were all gorgeously dressed, or wearing gold and silver jewelry, and most of them were merchants, with few monks.

Yang Qing's purpose was not here. He walked around and had a lot of insights. This street was the main street, running straight from north to south. After walking along the street for nearly 20 miles, there were only a few shops here and there.

Yang Qing knew that the area where ordinary people were allowed to move around at will was about to end. Both the Yufeng Sect and Fengju City had strict divisions.

The area twenty miles north of the south gate of Fengju City is an area for selling some common items in the world, as well as residential areas. The rest of the area is difficult for non-monks to enter.

There are very few shops here, so you can't see anything different. But when the Qi Refining Monk pours his true energy into his eyes, he can see a barrier in front of him.

This barrier has no defense, but it can confuse mortals. Mortals without cultivation may feel that they are moving forward, but in fact they are standing still.

Yang Qing didn't have true energy, so it didn't bother him. He released his spiritual consciousness, moved his feet forward, backward, and sideways, and his figure disappeared in a flash in a few breaths.

To outsiders, Yang Qing just walked away after turning around. When he looked closer, he would find that there was no fork in the road at all.

Yang Qing walked in a few steps, and the sound of noise could be heard. This place was much noisier than the previous street.

What catches the eye are the stalls everywhere, large and small, and there are thousands of them if you carefully count them. The sounds of people selling, buying, bargaining, and shouting are like a bustling market.

In addition, the shop floor is more spacious, with "Wenjingfu", "Wanbaozhai" and "Yubao Pavilion"... gilded plaques showing off.

Most of the pedestrians are monks, including inner and outer disciples of Yufeng Sect, casual cultivators without sects or sects, ranging from octogenarians to young children, young boys and girls, beautiful women and strong men...

Yang Qing walked and looked at it, feeling in his heart that the items that appeared here were all kinds of strange, not to mention exercises, magic weapons, elixirs, talismans and other things that monks knew all about, such as various kinds of elixirs, monster materials, and spirit beast cubs.

, ore and other materials are lined up all over the ground, and there are also human skulls, fragments, broken flags...

"This little brother, seeing how strange your face is, you must be a dragon among men. This Chunyang tonic pill... Sigh! Don't leave." A monk with a vulgar appearance was selling hard.

"Look at this floating silk spider. It's so exciting to keep as a pet. I don't like it! I also have centipedes and lizards..."

Before Yang Qing took a few steps, there were three or four monks trying to sell him. Yang Qing looked surprised, but didn't want to buy it.

"Qiang, Qiang, Qiang, the name of the sword is so sharp that it blows hair and breaks hair. It kills people and steals goods. One knife at a time. If you are tired of the world and commit suicide, you will not feel the slightest pain..."

"The Underworld Shield, this is the bastard shell of the century-old Underworld Turtle. It's the broken sword of farewell. It doesn't leave a single mark, haha."

"Old bastard, if you can, put on that bastard's shell and let me chop you..."

Yang Qing secretly felt that practicing was boring, so if he came to this market for a while, he would feel much happier. He had seen many stalls, but he didn't see anything useful.

When I came to a crowded stall, the stall owner was a young man with a sinister look on his face. He squatted on the ground and looked at the items handed over by the monk next to him.

This stall is not selling, but buying.

"What is this, a crotch cloth? Are you kidding me?" The stall owner repeatedly looked at the rag strips in his hand with a puzzled look on his face.

"Ignorant! Bring it!" A middle-aged monk looked angry, grabbed the black cloth, and left angrily.

Most of the monks gathered around were watching the excitement. When Yang Qing saw that no one came forward, he squatted on the ground and took out ten magic weapons and wanted to sell them.

The young man's eyes flashed with evil eyebrows, and he immediately became energetic when he knew that customers were coming to his door.

"This kid Biao, you have brought out so much, don't you worry about being spotted?"

"If you are an expert in art, be bold. If you do this, you will definitely have something to rely on."

The monks who were watching were whispering, and Yang Qing heard it clearly, and was startled in his heart, knowing that he had been reckless.

"Don't listen to their nonsense. Young hero is upright and aboveboard, so he will not be afraid of thieves like that." The stall owner said quickly. Such big business does not happen every day. If you encounter one, you can't be scared away.

"Well, please give me a price," Yang Qing said calmly, knowing that if he turned around and walked away at this moment, he would be easily spotted by others.

As for the price, Yang Qing knew a thing or two. In the Yufeng Sect, a low-grade magical weapon ranged from 4,000 to 7,000, while a medium-grade magical weapon like Wu Gou cost more than the sect's contribution of 10,000 points.

"I have carefully looked at these ten magical weapons. All of them have fire attributes. The craftsmanship of the swords is relatively simple, but they are all worn. As for this medium-grade magical weapon, Wu Gou, there are few monks who can use it, so its value has been reduced. Let's see.

, a total of five hundred spiritual stones, this is the highest price," the stall owner said with a slap in the face. It seemed that these magic weapons had many shortcomings.

"It's low," Yang Qing said calmly.

Not saying whether Yang Qing knew the tricks of the stall owner, he said that the value of this Wu Gou was definitely more than a hundred spiritual stones.

"It's not bad, young hero. The origin of these magic weapons is unknown. How dare any ordinary monks buy them? Even me, the little cultivator, is very frightened." The stall owner said in a low voice, as if he was afraid that others would hear.

"Young hero, I want this Wu Gou. You can make an offer." A thin middle-aged monk who was watching from the sidelines suddenly said.

"One hundred and ten low-grade spiritual stones, okay, just take it." Yang Qing looked calm, gently pressed his hand on the magic weapon without getting up, and said a fair price.

"I don't have that many spiritual stones, can I add others, gold, jewelry?" the middle-aged monk said with a worried look on his face without changing the price.

As soon as the middle-aged man said this, he once again caused whispers: "Gold? Haha, material for refining weapons."

For monks, spiritual stones are much more important than gold and jewelry.

"Gold is fine, do you have a long stick or other magic weapon?" Yang Qing thought for a moment and had some thoughts in his mind.

"Wait a moment, young hero." The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and after saying that, he trotted away.

"Young hero, young hero, you are not honest. We haven't finished our business yet." The stall owner with a sinister look was a little anxious, dissatisfied that others had robbed him of his money.

"You were the first to be dishonest. As long as your price is reasonable, I will not sell the remaining nine magical artifacts to others." Yang Qing took the Wu Gou back and said firmly.

"Young hero, the name of this long stick is Wulie. It is made of black-grained iron. It is a low-grade magical weapon. It is eight feet four inches high and weighs one hundred and eighty kilograms and six taels and five cents." The middle-aged man came back with a long stick.

, before he could stop, he spoke.

This long stick is ink black all over, with dense lines on its body. It is as thick as a fine steel stick, but it is four inches longer.

The appearance of this long stick shows how heavy it is. The shallow lines on the stick are made of the textured iron itself. They are not abrupt at all and are integrated as if they were made in nature.

"Okay! Just add another sixty spirit stones." Yang Qing saw this 'Wu Lie' long stick and liked it very much, and said simply.

The iron rod does not need to have a bullet surname, and the word "Wu Lie" has exactly the meaning. However, the "Nujiang Stick Technique" that Yang Qing learned does not include the tip-nodding move, so the "Wu Lie" long stick fits him perfectly.

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The middle-aged man offered forty spiritual stones and two kilograms of gold in place of sixty spiritual stones, which was quite a counter-offer.

Both of them were very straightforward and concluded the deal immediately. The middle-aged man caressed Wu Gou and left. Yang Qing was also happy in his heart, but the stall owner with sinister eyebrows had a long face.

The stall owner saw that Yang Qing was not experienced in the world, and finally gave him a fair price, nine magic weapons and 420 spiritual stones. The price was reasonable, and Yang Qing readily agreed.

After receiving the spirit stone into the Xumi gourd, Yang Qing wandered around and then came to a shop called 'Liao Dan Pavilion'. This shop sold various types of elixirs and purchased exotic flowers and herbs.

This Liao Dan Pavilion was set up by the Yufeng Sect. Yang Qing took out his waist badge to show his identity, and finally used 200 spiritual stones to buy a Curse Clearing Pill, but half of the spiritual stones were missing.

This Qing Curse Pill is warm jade-colored, the size of a dragon's eye, and has a faint fragrance. Smell it and your eyes will clear up. Although the Qing Curse Pill cannot expel the evil spirit and the essence and blood of enlightened beasts in Yang Qing's body, it has its own uses.

I wandered around the market for more than an hour and bought a few kinds of spiritual fruits that I had never seen before, as well as ten pills for stimulating meridians, activating meridians, and repelling diseases. I used twenty spiritual stones.

Then, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he turned around and left the market. Yang Qing had already exchanged more than fifteen thousand sect contribution points for items commonly used by monks.

At noon, Yang Qing appeared on the official road, wearing a black standard warrior uniform, which made his figure taller and taller. This kind of warrior uniform is made of tough fabric, with cuffs and plackets that can be fastened by ties, no outer coat, and a half-length waist.

The train goes over the knees to cover the buttocks. This kind of outfit is completely prepared for samurai battles.

I ran all the way, and in the evening, I drove more than two hundred miles back to the village.

When Yang Qing returned home, the changes at home made him wonder if he had taken the wrong path.;