I Can Track Everything

Seeing this scene, the Sect Master of Xuanwu Sect subconsciously wanted to take action, but was stopped by Xiao Wuyou.

"It's just some little guys. We're new here, so it's better to figure out the situation first."

The Sect Master of Xuanwu Sect stopped when he saw this.

Others began to observe the city's environment.

The sixteenth city is only a few hundred meters long and wide, not even a small city, but it is enough for a hundred of them.

Although the living conditions are not comparable to their residence in Dajin, the spiritual energy here is a bit richer than where their sect is located.

This is what the cultivators care about most.

After roughly arranging their respective residences, a battle boat flew in the sky in the distance. The battle boat was densely packed with people, and at a glance, there were probably nearly a thousand people.

This group of people wore armor and looked indifferent, and at a glance, they knew that they were regular troops.

After a while, the battle boat fell, and a gold-armored general led by him glanced at the crowd, as if he was looking for the leading cultivator.

At this time, Xiao Wuyou took the initiative to stand up.

"This senior, we are the frontier army of Daxia, and we have been ordered to come to the sixteenth city and obey the orders of all the seniors. There are a thousand and one people in our army, including one Jiedan, 200 foundation builders, and eight qi practitioners. Hundreds of people.

The task of the seniors and I is to defend the 20-kilometer Great Wall defense line on each side of the sixteenth city to prevent the infiltration of the demon clan. "

"Are there any defenses in front of the Great Wall?"

Chen Chen looked into the depths of the miasma. If he remembered correctly, Xia Xishuang flew into the miasma when he left.

"That's right, ahead is Haoran Sword Sect. This Great Wall is just the second line of defense of our human race, and it specializes in dealing with some low-cultivation fish that slip through the net." The golden armor general explained.

Chen Chen understood this in his heart, but he didn't care.

God knows what the low-cultivation fish slipped through the net that the golden armor general said was the cultivation base?

If the cultivation base is really low, it is not enough that so many strong people are only responsible for defending the defense line that is less than a hundred miles.

You must know that every monk here is an existence that can sit in a state in Dajin.

The golden-armored general added: "A hundred miles to the southwest, there is a large stronghold, and there are various supplies in it. You can exchange it with spirit stones, or with the inner pills of the demon clan.

If you are wealthy, you can even exchange for the medicinal pills refined by Yuding Danzong to directly improve your cultivation. However, there is a limit. Each person can only go there once in half a month, and can not stay for more than one day at a time. "

Hearing this, the hearts of all the Dajin cultivators were fiery.

The Jade Ding Pill Sect is also one of the four human races. Its most powerful place is in alchemy, and it can even refine the inner elixir of violent monsters into a gentle cultivation elixir. They have long heard of this.

They didn't even dare to think about it before, but they didn't expect to have the opportunity to come into contact with it now.

...

After the introduction of various things, General Jinjia took a thousand low-level monks to camp behind the city.

I have to say that although these thousand people are not high in cultivation, they are forbidden to do so, and they seem to know some kind of formation, and they walk with a certain pattern.

Wait until the afternoon.

Chen Chen couldn't stay in the city anymore. He didn't know how this group of Dajin monks could hold back. He knew that there was a large stronghold a hundred miles away, but he didn't even think about going one by one.

Could it be that I can't go now? It doesn't seem like there's any war, eh?

Thinking of this, he casually called a Jindan cultivator and asked, "Brother, why don't we go to that stronghold to take a look, but it's only a hundred miles away, and based on your cultivation and mine, it won't take long to get there. "

"Don't go..." The Golden Core cultivator touched his storage ring with a shy look on his face.

Chen Chen glanced at him sympathetically, and then found his master Xiao Wuyou, but Xiao Wuyou also refused.

"Apprentice, you are too young, the reason why they don't go is because they don't know much about it, and that place can only be visited once in a fortnight, so of course you have to be cautious.

The best thing is to have a Leng Touqing go there first and check the prices of the things there. After they know it, they are fully prepared. They should borrow spirit stones, and they should sell things. Sell things, and then go. Don't waste a once in a month opportunity. "

Hearing Xiao Wuyou's words, Chen Chen was speechless.

It was the first time he had seen Qiang so fresh and refined.

In fact, he did take it for granted.

In one sentence, it is "why not eat minced meat?"

When he was used to the local tyrant, he subconsciously thought that everyone was like him, not lacking in spirit stones, and the common people did not know a group of Dajin monks. Except for him, they all had to live carefully.

"Is it so difficult for other monks?"

Secretly wiped a handful of bitter tears, Chen Chen registered and flew to the southwest alone.

Since everyone is waiting for a stunned young man, let him be the one!

When the family's wealth reaches a certain level, he does not panic wherever he goes, this is his confidence!

Sure enough, as soon as Chen Chen left, a group of Dajin cultivators began to discuss.

"Heavenly Cloud Sect's holy son is gone!"

"When he comes back later, I will ask him the price of the cultivation base pill. If I can't afford it, Shishu, you have to lend me some!"

"Don't worry, but if the difference is too much, you have to lend me some first. I want to buy a piece of spiritual gold and temper the magic weapon."

"If it's too much, I'll go and borrow some more from Senior Brother."

"..."

...

The distance of a hundred miles was nothing to the current Chen Chen, and it didn't take long for him to arrive at the so-called stronghold.

There is no city wall, and there is no spiritual formation. Strictly speaking, it is a huge market.

However, there are also buildings in this market, restaurants, and medicine pharmacies specializing in selling medicine pills. Of course, most of them are private booths set up by various monks.

"Selling Monster Beast Inner Alchemy! The cultivation base is random, one hundred middle-grade spirit stones!"

"Selling healing pills, an ancestral secret recipe with strong efficacy!"

"Selling magic weapons, cultivators of pill formation are available!"

...

Looking at the stalls, Chen Chen only felt very fresh. In Dajin, how could a cultivator of this kind pull his face out to set up a stall?

But it's good here, not to mention the cultivator Jiedan, even Yuan Ying has seen several.

"Where is the most valuable thing in a radius of fifty meters?"

"The Millennium Monster Beast Neidan twenty meters to the left."

As Chen Chen walked, he used the system to track, and it didn't take long to track down a few things that were worth the money.

But he has no interest. This kind of business of earning one hundred and eighty spirit stones is not worth his mouth and tongue, otherwise it will be self-deprecating!

"Sell ancient battlefield treasures! A pile of 100 middle-grade spirit stones!"

Hearing this cry, Chen Shen looked over subconsciously.

In front of a certain booth, a cultivator of alchemy was shouting, and in front of him, there were more than a dozen sundries.

Either magic shards or peculiar objects in strange shapes.

Chen Chen used the system a little and knew that it was a pile of garbage.

However, he was interested in the ancient battlefield that the opponent said.

"Fellow Daoist, what is the ancient battlefield? Where is it?"

While talking, Chen Chen spent a hundred spirit stones to buy all the junk.

The stall owner immediately smiled and replied: "The ancient battlefield is the battlefield site where the human race and the monster race once fought. It is as far away as nearly ten thousand years ago, and as recently as decades ago, there are all! It is thousands of miles south. A battlefield site three thousand years ago, but you have to give 100 middle-grade spirit stones once you enter it.

Brother, I didn't blow it, I picked up these things from there, you made a lot of money, do you see this? It is a fragment of the treasure of the life of a strong person in the Primordial Spirit Realm!

And this, the inner alchemy of the Yuanshen demon clan, unfortunately, the dust has dimmed... Alas! Brother, don't go, your things have fallen! "

Chen Chen took the pile of garbage thrown over by the stall owner and murmured, "Pick up money... I like it the most."