City’s Peerless Immortal Doctor

"Heh, the Purple Flame Sect really does everything in order to get more training resources, which is detrimental to the prestige of the third-rank strong sect!"

Whenever he talked about this, Ge Feng couldn’t help but ridicule a few words, but at the end he sighed: “This is the benefit of the strong sect! I’m better than you, I’m overbearing, what can you do? ?"

Shen Yulin, Huang Miao and others were silent when they heard Ge Feng's words.

In the world of martial arts, the weak eat the strong, this is an unbreakable truth through the ages.

Only the strong can win respect, do whatever they want, and dominate everything.

For a four-tier sect like Bitao Martial Arts Academy, only if the overall strength surpasses the Purple Flame Sect, will it be possible to get rid of the situation of being oppressed and slaughtered.

It’s just that, although there are three innate spiritual root disciples and some disciples with good aptitude in the current Bitao Martial Arts Academy, the lack of training resources has become a major obstacle to the progress of those disciples. Therefore, the Bitao Martial Arts Academy wants There is still a long way to go to catch up with Ziyan Sect.

"The Zongmen Conference officially begins two days later. In these two days, you can walk around in Ziyan City and open your eyes. But you remember to me that there is a hidden dragon and a tiger in Ziyan City. You must not easily cause trouble. ?"

After taking a break at their respective residences, Ge Feng called Fang Bai and the others together, carefully exhorted a few words, and then said: "I'm going to the Martial Arts Market in the west of the city to exchange for some of our sect's urgently needed training. Resources. Just say whichever of you want to go with me, and I will take you with you. If you want to go to other places in the city, don’t come back too late at night, lest I worry! Remember?"

The nine disciples nodded one after another, some said that they would go to the Martial Arts Market with Ge Feng, and some were going to wander around the city, but slowly dispersed in twos and threes.

Liu Qingqing wanted to stay with Fang Bai, but she was dragged by Shen Yulin and Huang Miao to go shopping.

Soon, Fang Bai was the only one left in the huge courtyard.

Fang Bai left the yard, left Vermilion City, and walked to a remote and uninhabited place. He first changed his clothes, then moved his body's blood and blood, moved his facial bones, and changed his appearance. His body was also slightly shorter.

When he appeared in front of people again, he was a middle-aged warrior with fair skin and thin body wearing a black robe.

After asking a passerby for the specific location of the Martial Arts Market, Fang Baiji walked.

When I came to Zhuque Street in the west of the city, I saw two gates standing at the end of the street. The gates were painted with a fire beast Suzaku. Above the gate was a huge gold-letter sign with the words "Purple Flame City Martial Arts Trading "Market" in a few eye-catching big characters with gleaming gold, the inscription is not the lord of the Qianhu Nation, but the current lord of the Purple Flame Sect, Li Zheng.

It can be seen that Ziyan Sect is the real master of Qianhu Country.

There is also a warrior guard at the gate of the warrior trading market. If you want to enter the trading market to visit or trade, you need to pay the "entrance fee" of ten yuan stone and receive a special waist card with a number to successfully enter.

"In this warrior trading market, there are tens of thousands of warriors trading here every day. Just the daily entrance fee is a lot of income!"

Fang Bai entered the warrior trading market with his waist card, and saw the lively scene during it, and could not help but secretly slandered Ziyanzong a few words.

In the vast trading market, tens of thousands of warriors wandered around, wearing all kinds of costumes, including disciples from various sects of the Thousand Lakes Kingdom, many of them were casual martial artists without sects or factions, and even foreign countries. As long as the warriors from other countries see that they have the training resources they need, they will stop and bargain to see if they have any hope of winning.

In order to raise or lower the price, the two parties in the transaction yelled and argued with each other. The dispute was red-faced, but it was never tired.

In the trading space, there are wisps of vitality, which are released by cultivation resources such as elixir and elixirs.

Fang Bai's consciousness was scattered, and he went around in the trading market, and he probably understood some of the situation here.

The tens of thousands of warriors here are mostly Heaven-level warriors, and there are only a small number of Wild-level warriors, and there is no Hong-level warrior.

And the training resources for the warriors to trade were mainly low-grade and low-level, and there were not many things that could fascinate Fang Bai.

"Huh? This cauldron is not bad, it just happens to be a refining pill."

When passing a booth, Fang Bai's gaze swept across a cauldron, unable to help being attracted.

The cauldron was three feet high, and at first glance it was completely black, but when it looked closely, it was faintly red, giving people a very old feeling.

The cauldron of the cauldron is engraved with mysterious array runes that are difficult for ordinary warriors to understand, which seems to contain a certain kind of strange power.

However, this kind of strange power can only be sensed by a warrior like Fang Bai with a chaotic body and extremely sensitive induction. If Fang Bai hadn't discovered it, it would probably continue to be buried.

Although many of the warriors in the trading market are knowledgeable, they can't see what material the cauldron in Fang Baixiang is made of. They just think that the cauldron is ordinary, not like a rare treasure.

They didn’t know that for many pharmacists who often refined pill, it was cast with rare fire iron as the main material and added with other materials. It has reached the level of high-grade spiritual weapons. It is difficult to exchange for ordinary cultivation resources.

In fact, even the stall owner who displayed the cauldron didn't know that the ancient cauldron he had obtained by accident was so precious.

Fang Bai looked at the price of the cauldron, 20,000 low-grade fire stone and 20 bottles of low-grade Ju Yuan Dan. The exchange price is not expensive, and the space ring of Fang Bai has some low prices. The fire-grade yuan stone and some low-grade yuan-gathering pills are enough to exchange for that cauldron.

"Brother, I think I like your cauldron very much, can it be cheaper?"

Fang Bai picked up the cauldron and looked at it in his eyes, pretending to ask the stall owner casually.

The stall owner was a perfect martial artist at the heavenly level. He looked more than ten years older than Fang Bai who had changed his appearance. He was short and thin, with two goatees, and looked wicked and evil.

Looking at the costumes of the stall owner, he should be a casual martial artist with no sect or faction.

"Little brother, I got this cauldron from one place with great effort, and the price can't be less!"

The stall owner said solemnly.

"I came out in a hurry, and I didn't have that multi-element stone and pill...Well, let me trade a 500-year-old crystal tears with you for this cauldron, what do you think?"

Fang Bai knew the value of this cauldron, and the price marked by the stall owner was indeed not expensive, so he didn't continue to bargain, and decided to exchange it with a crystal tear.