I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

In the underground black market, Zhang Yi stepped onto the third floor of Mingyou Pavilion.

This is the property of Taoist Mingtuo, and it is also the most interesting place in the underground black market. It is not open to ordinary saints, and only a small number of people can meet the conditions.

And Zhang Yi has this qualification.

At this time, under the leadership of the maid, Zhang Yi successfully arrived at the top floor of Mingyou Pavilion.

This is a small space, which can be seen at a glance. Zhang Yi looked at it. Except for some maids accompanying him, there are only a few saints who really entered the third floor.

But these few people are all of good cultivation, their eyes are radiant, and their bodies are even more faintly bloody.

Clearly, these are not good people.

The arrival of Zhang Yi undoubtedly attracted the attention of some people, and several people cast their gazes to examine, and various thoughts flashed in their hearts.

When Zhang Yi felt this scene, his heart moved, and he took the initiative to disperse a trace of breath.

Feeling the coercion, those secretly watching eyes immediately disappeared quietly, no longer paying attention to Zhang Yi.

Showing enough strength is often the best shield, otherwise when entering and leaving some places, it is inevitable that people will be targeted.

Zhang Yi is well aware of this truth.

As for the maid who led Zhang Yi, she naturally didn't know about this secret confrontation, she just took care of Zhang Yi, a customer, with all her heart.

"Is there a space stone here?"

Zhang Yi knocked his dark gaze away, and asked calmly instead of leaving first.

"If it is a space stone of middle grade and below, Mingyou Pavilion does have it."

The maid replied politely.

"Medium grade and below..."

"The mid-grade space stone can be used for forging some treasures, but it's not what I need."

"It seems that the martial arts materials related to the first level of heavy treasures are indeed quite precious, and they cannot be collected in a short time."

Zhang Yi shook his head in his heart.

His expression remained unchanged, he waved his hand, and then repelled the maid, and then started to investigate on the third floor by himself.

There are not many treasures on the third floor, just a dozen or so.

But under the eyes of insight, Zhang Yi can see that these dozens of items are all of precious light and generosity, and the internal aura is surging, obviously all of them are of the top grade.

"Isn't this the Ten Thousand Flower Snake Scale?"

Zhang Yi's eyes flicked over the exhibits, and suddenly, his expression changed, and he looked at something.

It was a spirit snake scale stained with strong breath and blood, it came from the body of a snake king.

This is not what Zhang Yi needs. The reason why he is a little shocked is another matter.

"The scales are turning green with a trace of golden light. These are the natal scales of the Myriad Flower Spirit Snake whose cultivation level is approaching the fourth heaven."

"Who the hell killed the elite saint of the Ten Thousand Snake Palace, one of the top forces? It's really bold. Aren't you afraid of retaliation..."

Zhang Yi murmured in his heart, and had speculations about the owner of the snake scale.

Because when he was watching all kinds of information in Disha Temple, one of the news was:

One of the top elite fighters in the Temple of Ten Thousand Snakes, She Qingzi's snake spirit lamp has been extinguished, which means that the opponent is dead.

Zhang Yi didn't pay attention to this news before.

But he didn't expect that when he was shopping for treasures in this underground black market, he saw the other party's natal scales being sold.

Who is the person who made the shot, so that he was able to kill an elite figure of a top force?

Moreover, the comprehensive strength of this Snake Qingzi can also be ranked in the top three among all the spirit snakes, even the ghost sword Li Wenxiu is not far behind.

"Oh, it can't be the third son of Tianyun Palace, the other party has appeared in Wucheng recently..."

Thoughts flashed in Zhang Yi's mind, his eyes moved away calmly, and then looked down.

...

The treasures placed on the third floor of Mingyou Pavilion are not ordinary objects, and some of them are quite useful to Zhang Yi at this time.

At the end, although there were still no traces of the three-color breath soil and the top-grade space stone, Zhang Yi did not return empty-handed.

He finally chose a void spirit fruit.

Although this Void Spiritual Fruit is a natural and earthly treasure, it contains a certain amount of void power inside, which can make people swim through space more freely like a fish swimming in water.

If it is obtained by a third-level sage, with the void spirit fruit and special secret techniques, it may be possible to learn the space-like means of teleportation in the third-level domain.

Even for Zhang Yi, the Void Spiritual Fruit can increase his affinity with the Void and help him travel through space more freely.

As the price for purchasing the Void Spiritual Fruit, Zhang Yi paid for a whip-type treasure.

It was obtained from a saint he had beheaded on the way to Wucheng before.

In the end, the transaction went smoothly, and there were no other saints eyeing the Void Spiritual Fruit, which caused some entanglements, and Zhang Yi quickly got the Void Spiritual Fruit.

After that, Zhang Yi did not delay, turned and left this Mingyou Pavilion.

At this time, the promenade street of the underground black market was approaching the end, and until the end, Zhang Yi did not get a glimpse of the two martial arts materials needed to repair the Xuantian Mirror.

Zhang Yi couldn't help comforting himself.

"It's just luck. It's common to not get it. It seems that the process of restoring a top-notch treasure is destined to be long and far away."

"However, I got a secret book of formations and a void spirit fruit, so it's barely a worthwhile trip."

"Next, let's leave quickly."

"Thousands of miles of spiritual clouds appeared in Taoist Mingtuo's retreat site, accompanied by thunderstorms. This situation is not good or bad, but it can't be inexplicably filled with muddy water..."

In a flash of thought, Zhang Yi's figure disappeared at the end of the underground black market street.

"Om..."

The space was slightly rippling, and Zhang Yi felt his eyes spinning, and then he was transported to a quiet small courtyard.

Outside, there is the main street paved with bluestone slabs and the noise of people coming and going.

At this time, Zhang Yi had been teleported out of the underground black market and appeared in the outside world.

"This underground black market really has some ways. There is only one entrance to enter, but when you leave, you will be teleported to multiple directions."

Zhang Yi raised his head and looked forward. Under the regular halos in his eyes, he could see that in the void there, there were subtle space ripples that were rapidly dissipating until they could not be explored at all.

Zhang Yi knew that it was a coordinate.

If he slashed there with his sword now, he would be able to tear a space crack and land on the underground black market.

"Photograph!"

Zhang Yi's face was calm, he whispered, raised his hand to hold that space, and held a wisp of breath in his hand.

"I have to leave a trace as a coordinate, maybe it won't be used, but what if something happens in the future..."

Zhang Yi muttered, sealed the ray of breath into the jade bottle, and sealed it, then threw it into the storage ring, and no longer paid attention to it.

After finishing this step, Zhang Yi straightened the corners of his clothes, walked out of the courtyard, and blended into the street with people coming and going.

The second one is on the way...