Everyone is a demon, why are you covered in holy light?

In the eyes of others, they had stepped into the former Tianjiang Dragon Mansion.

In Yang Yu's eyes, they were on an isolated island in a sea of ​​fog.

Soon, when Yang Yu and others stepped onto the island, a figure came towards them and bowed to them.

"I am the boy under the real person's seat. Please come with me and take a rest."

The boy was polite and would take everyone to rest first. Yang Yu and others were the first to come to the food gathering, and they had to wait for the arrival of other monks.

Everyone responded very politely.

There was something strange in Yang Yu's eyes, but he still restrained his emotions and followed a few people, following the boy towards the island, trying not to look at the boy walking in front.

What kind of boy is that? He is clearly a humanoid creature made up of countless armyworms entangled together.

Each armyworm is about the size of a finger, like a snail with its shell removed, and they are so densely entangled that one glance at them can make one's scalp numb and the hairs stand on end.

And it wasn't just this boy in front of him. The further he walked, the more "people" he saw. They seemed to be performing their duties and did not approach Yang Yu and others at will.

There are some normal-looking humans among them, but there are still some weird creatures that make people feel extremely uncomfortable.

On this island surrounded by thick fog, Yang Gu looked around and could see the bones of unknown creatures scattered on the ground everywhere.

Some only have a skeleton left, some still have some carrion hanging on them, some are as tall as rocks, and some are as small as a washbasin. They even attract many birds to compete for food, without caring about the movement of people around them.

There is even a rather pungent smell of decay in the occasional breeze that blows in the face.

But all this turned a deaf ear to the people around him. They had been completely blocked by the phantom insect corpses and fell into another illusion. They could only see the rumored beauty of Tianjiang Long Mansion. , you can’t see the weird and evil sight of bones on the isolated island.

However, although everything on the entire island looked extremely weird, Yang Yu did not feel any danger for the time being. He was like an unknown person who stayed out of the matter, watching everything quietly.

Several people followed the armyworm boy and were eventually taken to a cave on the island. The cave was decorated with lights, but it was clean and there was nothing strange about it.

Seeing this scene, Yang Yu had no choice but to sit down with a few others until the armyworm boy appeared again, bringing a pot of tea and a few cups.

When others were not paying attention, Yang Yu tasted the tea with her fingers without leaving any trace. No prompts appeared in front of her eyes, indicating that this was just ordinary tea, and she was relieved.

The waiting time is a bit long.

Panshi's injuries had not yet healed, so he took this opportunity to meditate and recuperate.

Panyu didn't know what she was thinking, and she showed a silly smile from time to time. Yang Yu suspected that she might be smacking herself in the void inside her head, or that she might have been poisoned by another world.

The familiar black eyebrow seemed to want to talk to Yang Yu, but Yang Yu ignored him, just smiled politely, and kept a distance from him.

Yang Yu's mind was not here either. He was thinking about what he should do next when other monks arrived.

Before the sharing meeting, there is naturally a very important trading meeting.

On the way here, Yang Yu had already learned from Pan Shi that if he wanted to exchange things with other monks, he could only barter.

In this world, except for the currency systems of ordinary people, there is no unified item that can be traded as currency among practitioners.

Mortal gold and silver are of little use to most monks, so transactions between monks usually involve providing each other with items of equal value.

Of course, this does not mean that skills can only be traded for skills, and elixirs can only be traded for elixirs.

The reason why it is a transaction is naturally based on the needs of both parties. As long as the needs of the other party are met, the elixirs can be exchanged for exercises, and gold and silver may also be used to buy rare magic weapons.

It is precisely because of this that, without knowing the needs of the other party, many monks will choose to increase the value of the items they own to obtain more benefits.

Over time, the transactions at the Shared Food Conference naturally began to involve higher prices than goods, and even fraud. There were not a few people who were deceived.

Sometimes even the person who took out the item may not know its value, but just keeps raising the value.

This is equivalent to surfing the sand. You may find gold, but most of them are mistaken or deceived into thinking ordinary gravel is a treasure.

This strong sense of déjà vu undoubtedly reminds Yang Yu of the common antique picking and missing in previous and modern times, which is exactly the same.

But the more this happened, the more Yang Yu looked forward to it.

His golden finger can not only purify and eliminate the use price of items, but also display the true information of items. This kind of transaction method of picking up leaks is undoubtedly perfect for him.

Others will be deceived, but he will not!

This is one of his own advantages, and the next trading fair will be the time for him to show off his skills.

The only pity is that he is very poor now and only two things in his body have a certain value.

One is a lamp-lighting practice method that has been purified and has no use cost, and the other is a magic weapon stick picked up from the previous dirty Taoist priest.

The former Yang Eucalyptus did not intend to use it for trading. After these days of contact with Panshi and others, he learned some things from him, and he also learned more about matters related to cultivation.

Everything in this world that is related to spiritual practice has a certain price, whether big or small, light or heavy. As long as you come into contact or use it, you will inevitably have to bear the corresponding price.

But apart from mundane items, there is absolutely nothing that monks can use that is free of cost.

never had!

If Yang Eucalyptus takes out the method of practicing the lighting method that has been eliminated, it will definitely cause an uproar in this world and get into big trouble.

He had thought of this a long time ago and understood that no one was innocent but harbored a jade. Therefore, he had destroyed the remaining page of the lamp-lighting method on the way here and only kept the practice method in mind.

In other words, the only thing he could really trade with was that disgusting stick.

So, how should he use this magical weapon from the dirty Taoist priest to get what he needs is the next question that needs to be considered.

So what does he need?

There is no doubt that nature is a method of cultivation.

Although the lighting method he mastered was very powerful, it was too limited. Due to his own influence, his growth potential could only be limited to this.

In a head-on confrontation, he would definitely not be the monk's opponent with only the lamp-lighting method and Buddha's light. Yang Yu knew this very well.

Since mastering the lighting method, he has relied more on his ability and judgment to seize opportunities to survive until now.

After all, magic is just magic, and the key depends on the person who uses it.

Without Qigong, a person is like a duckweed without roots.

If you can't become a monk, you will always have a mortal body and be vulnerable to a blow.