A New Character Every Month

Lin Zian opened the window next to him suspiciously, and the noise like a vegetable market penetrated into his ears.

From a distance, you can see monks in all kinds of strange clothes and weapons in front of you, and you can even see vendors selling snacks passing through it from time to time.

"Brother Lin?"

Feng Yuxi raised her head as early as the moment he spoke, and looked at him who was looking out, she tilted her head slightly, with some doubts in her pure eyes.

Lin Zian closed the car window, her voice suddenly became quieter, and then said to her, "Yuxi, I'll go out and see what's going on."

Seeing that she opened her mouth to speak, he added: "You wait for me here, I will be back soon, good boy."

After finishing speaking, he explained a few more words to the coachman, and then got out of the carriage.

There were many carriages and huge strange beasts parked around, and not far ahead, many monks could be faintly seen huddled together like ordinary people, and there were noises.

Lin Zian walked forward through the gap between the carriage and the alien beast. When he was less than tens of meters away from the crowd in front of him, he saw a man walking out of the crowd shaking his head and sighing, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

"What do you want to do?"

The man looked at him cautiously, holding a high-quality talisman engraved with attack spells in his hand, ready to activate at any time.

"Don't get me wrong, my dear friend."

Lin Zi'an smiled, put his hands beside him to indicate that he was not in danger, and said, "I see you are handsome and unrestrained, so I want to get to know you. Could you tell me your name? Besides, what kind of medicine do you usually take? ? How is the time for training and rest allocated?"

The man blinked, and he didn't react to a few questions for a while, but he also knew that he was praising him for his good looks, so he put away the talisman, and replied with a smile: "You are not bad at Shuwen, brother. , don’t underestimate yourself.”

After chatting for a few more words, Lin Zian got straight to the point: "Why are there so many people crowded together in front? And it's a bit noisy, but what happened?"

"Ugh."

You Shuwen sighed for a long time, and said: "It's not the one who claims to come out only once in ten thousand years and ascend to the heaven in one step. You and I, monks, don't want to go up there, even if we die, we don't hesitate, but who? think……"

Having said that, he stopped, his face contorted, and he gritted his teeth.

Lin Zian narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued to wait for his next words.

Soon, You Shuwen came back to his senses: "I'm sorry, I accidentally got distracted."

Lin Zian said lightly: "No problem."

"The road leading to the teleportation beam has been blocked by several top sects. If you want to pass through, you must pay a toll for a middle-grade spirit stone."

"The teleportation beam is so big, can't you make a detour?"

"There are people of them every other distance, and detours don't work at all."

"So domineering?"

"It's so domineering!"

"Even if they are big forces, how many of them are there? Aren't they afraid that we monks will unite and attack them?"

"It's useless."

You Shuwen smiled wryly, and said: "The person in charge of negotiating with us is at the Foundation Establishment Realm, and there are even several Golden Core Realm, and there is a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator watching closely behind him,"

"And according to them themselves, there are powerful people guarding the vicinity, but if anyone makes trouble, unless they are also powerful people, they will be suppressed immediately."

Hearing this, Lin Zian looked at the surging crowd ahead.

At this moment, many people cursed and walked out of the crowd, as if they had given up on negotiating and the idea of ​​sending the beam of light.

If this is a world of low martial arts, no matter how high an individual's combat power is, there is a limit, and the big sect must not dare to do such a thing.

But unfortunately this is not the case. For a powerful person who can easily wipe out thousands of monks with one person, what they can choose is either to pay tolls, or to go back to where they came from now.

"Tolls......"

Lin Zian thought about it, and said to You Shuwen: "Thank you brother You for letting me know."

"You don't have to be so polite, it's just a few things you can know without me telling you."

You Shuwen sighed again, and said: "I used to think that these big sects were good, but now it seems that they are just a group of people who are greedy for fame. I bah, I wish them sores on their buttocks. The Taoists are either brothers and sisters or fathers and daughters."

The corner of Lin Zian's mouth twitched slightly, he didn't expect this person to be quite decent, and he was quite ruthless when he cursed him.

After chatting for a few words, the two separated.

Lin Zian retreated to the back, talked to Feng Yuxi about the matter, and prepared to pay the toll to pass.

Although, the Absolutely Fair Gloves can let him go all the way, there is probably no one who can stop him.

But not to mention that there is still Feng Yuxi to protect, but to say that the problem can be solved in a peaceful way, so there is no need to take any more risks.

Although he has no money, Feng Yuxi's wealth is enough to easily afford the toll.

Saying goodbye to the coachman, the two came to one of the teams that paid the toll, and walked slowly forward with the flow of people.

Around, many monks were setting up stalls to sell everything from refining materials for alchemy, to jade slips of exercises and spells, and even various magic tools.

Most of them are trying to make up for the toll.

Soon, teammates arrived at Feng Yuxi.

The monk in black who was in charge of the registration sat behind the wooden table without raising his head, and said in a cold voice, "A middle-grade spirit stone."

Feng Yuxi stretched out her white and slender fingers, and placed a pure spirit stone on the table.

The monk in black raised his hand to take away the spirit stone, and asked, "What's your name? What sect?"

"Feng Wanling, casual cultivator."

To be on the safe side, Feng Yuxi gave a fake name.

"Loose repair?"

The black-clothed monk raised his head, and the moment he saw her, there was some interest in his eyes, he glanced at some parts politely, and said after a pause, "What realm?"

Lin Zian, who was in the back row, had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes narrowed unconsciously.

He didn't expect that Feng Yuxi's upper-middle face, which was concealed by makeup, still attracted attention.

Feng Yuxi frowned slightly, didn't speak, and let go of her cultivation directly.

The spiritual pressure of the Foundation Establishment Realm scattered in all directions.

Many monks who were queuing around saw it, and they all showed a little surprise on their faces.

Although a monk can prolong his life and even stay young forever, he can't rejuvenate his old age. Judging from Feng Yuxi's face, he is still very young.

At this age, he is also a casual cultivator, so if he can reach the Foundation Establishment Stage, he will naturally attract a lot of attention.

"Foundation building and casual cultivation, it's not easy."

The black-clothed monk rolled his eyes, pointed to the rice paper beside him, and said, "If you want to go there, besides handing in a mid-grade spirit stone, you must also belong to our registered sect. If you don't meet the conditions, please return Bar."

Even so, he didn't make any move to return the spirit stone.

Lin Zian took a step forward, stopped Feng Yuxi, blocked the black-clothed monk's sight, and casually put a middle-grade spirit stone on the table: "My junior sister doesn't know the rules, so please accommodate me."

In fact, most of the sects that monks belong to do not conform to their rules.

And it's not difficult to pass, as long as you hand over a middle-grade spirit stone.

Seeing that Feng Yuxi could not be seen, the monk in black glanced at the spirit stone on the table in dissatisfaction, and said sharply, "What do you mean?"

Lin Zian took out another spirit stone and put it down, and said with a smile, "I hope you will accommodate me."

The black-clothed monk showed greed in his eyes. After looking away, he suddenly patted the table and said coldly, "Who do you think I am?"

A cold light flashed in Lin Zian's eyes, and he took out the spirit stone for the third time and put it down.

In addition to the incomplete and inferior spirit stones, they are divided into four grades. From high to low, they are top grade, top grade, middle grade, and low grade.

Even the monks of the great sect don't have many middle-grade spirit stones in the foundation-building realm.

As for casual cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm, I am afraid that they have to spend all their wealth to scrape together two middle-grade spirit stones.

Those people in the front are usually able to pass with two yuan, and a few can pass with three yuan, but now he is already on the fourth yuan.

"You are insulting me!"

The black-clothed monk waved his hands on the spirit stones, put them into the storage ring, and slapped the table to his feet, yelling at Lin Zian: "Rules are rules, do you think you can break the rules with spirit stones?"

With a sneer, he continued: "Your behavior just now is disrespectful to our sect, and you must be punished. Now I give you two choices, either hand over 30 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones, or the two of you will be with us." Our mountain gate signed a contract to serve our mountain gate for a hundred years to offset 30 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones."

He couldn't stop laughing wildly in his heart. In fact, he just saw that the girl was good-looking and she was a casual cultivator, so he wanted to take the opportunity to tease her.

Who would want to be blocked by this man who suddenly appeared, because he was angry, so he didn't just accept one or two spirit stones and let them go, but he didn't expect this man to take out the third and fourth, as if The nouveau riche attitude that does not lack spirit stones.

In this situation, it's a casual cultivator again, and his cultivation level is not high, so who can he cheat if he doesn't cheat you?

Moreover, this is also allowed by the rules.

After all, casual cultivators don't have a unified organization, coupled with the dispersion of personnel, even if they are bullied, they can only choose to swallow their anger.

As for revenge or something, he wasn't worried at all, after all these extra spirit stones were not owned by him alone.

All the monks queuing up behind were silent, and many of them even quietly looked away, as if they didn't see it.

They couldn't afford to offend these big sect disciples, and the matter was not directly related to them, so naturally they didn't want to ask for trouble.

Lin Zian's eyes were chilled, and before he could make a sound, he felt an awe-inspiring aura coming from behind him.

I saw several flying knives floating beside Feng Yuxi, with spirit patterns flashing on them, ready to strike at any time.

"Why, do you still want to do something to me?"

The monk in black folded his arms on his chest, with a sneer and disdain on his face.

"No."

Lin Zian stretched out his hand to block Feng Yuxi, and shook his head.

Feng Yuxi gritted her teeth and reluctantly took back the magic weapon.

"You don't even dare to measure."

The monk in black became even more arrogant: "Hurry up and choose one, there are still many people waiting behind, if you don't have enough spirit stones, you can use the flying knife magic weapon to suppress ten, or reduce the period by 33 years."

Feng Yuxi kept a cold face and did not speak. Those flying knives were a complete set of magic weapons, which were extremely difficult to refine. Not to mention ten middle-grade spirit stones, even hundreds of middle-grade spirit stones were worth a lot. There is no market, and you can’t buy it if you want to.

Lin Zian also ignored the black-clothed monk, and looked directly at a white-clothed man who was more than ten meters diagonally opposite.

In front of the man in white was a flying sword with a forearm length, the tip of the sword was facing this way, ready to strike.

This was one of the reasons why Lin Zian refused to let Feng Yuxi do anything.