Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

"What did you say just now, do you want to kill me?" Ye Chen said nonchalantly.

At this time, the shopkeeper and the five monks in the room were ashamed.

"Where, where, this young man is so talented, how dare we disrespect you?" The shopkeeper said with a wry smile.

However, Ye Chen didn't want to continue talking nonsense with them.

"How do people like you change?"

Several people were suddenly at a loss for words.

Then, they were crushed by an invisible force, bleeding to death from seven holes in an instant.

"There is nothing to change, only death."

Ye Chen showed a little disappointed expression, and left with Nangong Wenyue.

From then on, the two did not encounter any troubles on their way to Misty Sect.

Because this time Ye Chen kept his cultivation at the level of Wu Zong.

He also noticed that on this continent, keeping a low profile is useless. The more you suppress your own strength, the more you prove your weakness, and the easier it is for others to trick you.

Although Wu Zongjing's cultivation base is not top-notch, it is still considered a strong one, and it is not something that young people can make up their minds at will.

Even if they are poisoning, they will think about it, because this kind of indiscriminate method can still play some role against martial artists and below, but it is not so obvious at a higher level.

A monk above the Martial Ancestor Realm can use his own power to suppress the toxin and force it out of the body.

Although the strength will be affected to a certain extent, it can still easily crush many young people.

This made them dare not make a move easily.

Just now at the foot of Misty Peak Mountain, I already felt that there are many strong people here, even an ordinary passer-by has the realm of a martial artist.

Moreover, many young men and women appeared in groups here, just for the flower appreciation conference.

About [-]% of them are female cultivators, while the number of male cultivators is not much.

Of course, there are also some male monks who take this opportunity to find a partner, hoping to practice together to improve their strength in the future.

The first time he came here, Ye Chen took Nangong Wenyue to a restaurant. This place is usually a gathering place for some monks, and they would chat with each other about recent rumors.

If there is no source of news, such as strangers from other places, you can find out a lot here.

After drinking a meal, Ye Chen poured his internal energy into his ears, probably heard the content of people's conversations, and gained a lot of information from them.

Although the information is trivial and messy, some important content can still be obtained after a little tidying up.

One of them was that this time, the Misty Sect Saintess Ye Min'er rushed back from other places to participate in the Flower Appreciation Conference. Her beauty was already known to everyone, but many people had never seen it with their own eyes.

This time, many monks came here all the way, just to see the face of the saint.

Ye Chen was a little speechless, these people wereted so much time and energy, just to witness Ye Miner's beauty with his own eyes, he couldn't understand this kind of thing.

However, this is the case, and there is not much other valuable information.

However, in this Flower Appreciation Conference, flower appreciation is second, and more of it is to promote exchanges, part of which is to trade resources with outside businessmen, and to take advantage of this opportunity to recruit some disciples.

Nearly [-]% of Misty Sect's disciples are female disciples, and among the male disciples, nearly [-]% are servants or outer disciples.

It has to be said that the presence of male disciples here is extremely low, unless they are those with high aptitude and outstanding ability, they are qualified to be valued by the elders.

Perhaps it was cultivated in this environment that Ye Min'er was so confident that she dared to talk about cooperation even when her cultivation base was much lower than her own.

Ye Chen smiled lightly, and took Nangong Wenyue out for a walk.

Where there are monks, there are resource transactions. Outside the mountain gate, vendors on several streets have already arranged their positions in advance.

And at this time, the transaction price was a little lower than usual, so there was an endless stream of monks coming and going.

Almost everyone takes this opportunity to see what suitable resources are available.

"The Xuanling Grass is sold at a low price, and there is only the last one left, and it will be sold at a [-]% discount."

Ye Chen didn't pay attention at first, but the vendor stopped him.

"My lord, you must have heard of Xuanlingcao. Judging by your appearance, you must be an expert. The price of this stalk of Lingcao is already very low, so you can buy it."

Ye Chen turned his head and took a look. It was indeed the last one, but it seemed that there was only one Xuanling grass in total, and it had not been sold.

"Is this Xuanling grass fresh?" Ye Chen asked lightly.

In fact, he already saw something wrong with the Xuanling grass.

Although there is no difference in appearance, there is a slight difference in the aura it exudes, and ordinary laymen can easily misunderstand it.

"Of course it's fresh. Look at me, who sells refining resources, how can I sell you dry grass." The vendor said.

Ye Chen nodded slightly, and after a closer look, he saw something wrong.

This is not Xuanling grass, but Tianxuan grass, which is much more precious than Xuanling grass, so that most people have never seen it with their own eyes, and it is also a kind of medicinal material that is easy to mistake.

Of course, the price difference is twenty times, so if you buy it, you will make a lot of money.

Originally, Ye Chen wasn't interested in this kind of herbal medicine, even if he got a cheap one, he didn't need it, because there was no such herbal medicine in his prescription.

He also has no idea of ​​reselling.

But this time he found a bargain at the door, and he didn't take it for nothing.

"Well, since it's fresh, I'll take it."

Ye Chen didn't say anything more, just paid the money directly, and prepared to take the Xuanling grass.

But at this time, a monk suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a minute, I want this Profound Spirit Grass."

There was a faint smile on Ye Chen's face. This person's tone was not very kind. If he was more polite, he would give in indifferently.

It is impossible for someone to ask him to give in.

"First come, first served. Since I bought it first, why did you intervene? Don't you know the principle of first come first served?" Ye Chen said lightly.

"Do you know who I am? I am a disciple of the Misty Sect, do you still want this Xuanling grass?" the man said arrogantly.

"Who are you and what does it have to do with me?" Ye Chen looked indifferent.

But this made the disciple a little annoyed.

The Misty Sect is well-known far and wide, and there is someone who knows his identity and refuses to give in, how can he bear such a thing.

"Very good, how dare you be so arrogant to my Misty Sect. If you ask Senior Sister to take action on this matter, do you know that you will die ugly?" The disciple was displeased, and immediately moved out of the sect behind him to make verbal threats .