Supreme Immortal Demon

"Fengqi Palace?" Luo Chuan frowned.

"This is a little troublesome." Sun Zhongyuan took a few steps closer, with a troubled expression on his face, and explained in a low voice: "Fengqi Hall is the trading hall of Wuhua City, and one of the transactions is the sale of military servants."

Even though Sun Zhongfang and Wu Ju people had gone through many vicissitudes of time, their faces also showed anger when they talked about the trade of military servants in Fengqi Palace.

"Sold the martial artist to the Xian family as a slave! The scum of the martial arts world! What I hate the most in my life!" The martial artist stared at Huang Shiqi fiercely, and his tyrannical Sanren aura surged out, scaring Huang Shiqi to beg for mercy again and again.

"The most critical question right now is how much time has passed since she was sold to Fengqi Palace to today." Sun Zhongyuan stopped Wu Juren and asked Huang Shiqi: "Explain honestly."

Huang Shiqi swallowed his saliva and said flatteringly: "It's only ten days."

Ten days... Luo Chuan's heart sank.

He carefully looked at the martial servants around Ning Tong, and they all looked like zombies. Although they had the cultivation of the Great Sky Spirit Realm, they had lost the spirit of a martial artist, and were not even as good as the Little Dan Realm. Luo Chuan really couldn't imagine how such a beautiful, heroic and energetic young master Luo would fall into the hands of a disciple of the Xian family and be forced to become a servant.

"Sun Mou relies on his old age and sells his old age, so I will call you brother."

Just when Luo Chuan was about to have an attack, Sun Zhongyuan's laughing voice sounded in his ears: "If it had only been ten days, things wouldn't be so bad."

"What do you say?" Luo Chuan asked.

"If my guess is correct, that Young Master Luo, she is a beautiful woman."

"yes."

"Her cultivation skills are not low either."

"The great ethereal realm."

Sun Zhongyuan and Wu Juren exchanged glances, nodded, and said: "Martial servants have always been very popular among the disciples of the Xian family, ranging from the great alchemy realm to the great ethereal realm. An ordinary great ethereal realm martial servant costs about five hundred Yin coins. The best ones in the Great Space Spirit Realm are worth a thousand Yin coins, and are often robbed. Female warriors are rarer in number, and the beautiful female warriors in the Great Space Spirit Realm are simply worthless. You can’t ask for it when you encounter it.”

"What! A martial servant in the great ethereal realm wants a thousand Yin coins! It belongs to me! That Ning Tong just offered a thousand Yin coins and wanted to buy me! I almost lost!"

Li Quanfu was furious and cursed, but Luo Chuan glared at him.

"Mr. Sun, go on," Luo Chuan said.

"Brother Luo, you're welcome. Sun is older and can take advantage of it. Just call me brother." Sun Zhongyuan chuckled, and then changed his tone: "If you meet a valuable servant, Fengqi Palace will generally not directly Sell ​​it, but bid for the auction. Two days later is the day when the Monument Sea will be opened, and most of the Tiannan Xianjia Daomen will send their disciples here. Therefore, the Servant Auction will most likely be held today or tomorrow. This is not the world, there are countless masters in the Immortal family, please don’t act recklessly.”

"Is ten thousand Yin coins enough?" Luo Chuan asked.

"This..." Sun Zhongyuan pondered and did not answer.

Luo Chuan's heart sank again.

An ordinary great ethereal realm martial servant also costs one thousand Yin coins. It is conceivable that beauties like Luo Funa, who are also in the Great Space Spiritual Realm, would cost at least ten times more.

This is still a conservative estimate... Damn it!

Luo Chuan was anxious, evil thoughts flashed through his mind, and he immediately denied them. Wuhua City is unfathomable, and the strong people in the city are probably the ones who can destroy the San people with a snap of their fingers. If he goes to rob people, it will be his own destruction.

"I still have a thousand Yin coins here. Although the mosquito legs are small, they are still meat." A casual person took out his pocket with a smile.

"Let me see... I'm ashamed, there are only 800 left."

"I have all my money here, haha, two thousand, more than you all!"

Luo Chuan looked at the strangers who were strangers to each other, but each and every one of them gave generously, and was secretly grateful.

"Well, with the money from me and Yuan Gungun, we can collect 20,000 yuan. Add in the 10,000 yuan from Brother Chuan, and the total is 30,000 yuan, which should be enough." Wu Juren handed it to Luo Chuan with a smile. His face was bronze, and his eyes were He has double pupils and his smile is a bit scary. At this time, Luo Chuan fell in the eyes of Luo Chuan, who had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and was as kind as he could be.

Luo Chuan took the money bag and whispered: "I will never thank you for your kindness. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely repay you."

"Repay? Brother Chuan, you are looking down on us." Sun Fangyuan shook his head and smiled: "Although we long for the ethereal immortality, we also know that Zhou Buchen can set foot on the immortality with the help of my brother because he is young. Longing is longing, we are so old, how can we still not recognize the reality? "

The Wuju people echoed: "We are helping you because you are Mr. Sichuan, and you have changed the Immortal family's conclusion and vented bad breath on our generation of martial artists. That's all."

Hearing this, Huang Shiqi's body trembled as he collapsed on the ground like mud. He looked at Luo Chuan in disbelief and groaned: "Young Master Chuan in Yiyu... Mr. Chuan... Luo Chuan. Are you Mr. Chuan? Third Young Master Bai." If you are careful, you will hit an iron plate this time."

"I'm still thinking about your third son. You're an old guy who's quite loyal...compared to me, Little Plum."

Li Quanfu never forgets to put gold on his face. In front of a group of people who are two or three hundred years old, he is a standard junior, and he is not embarrassed when he calls himself Little Plum.

"Sir, how should we deal with this person?" Li Quanfu asked, pointing at Huang Shiqi.

Seeing Luo Chuan's eyes showing murderous intent, Wu Juren frowned and relaxed, and said calmly: "On ordinary days, this person must be killed. However, this is Wuhua City, and killing a person costs 10,000 taxes, so why bother? It's a waste of money on him. It's better to rent him to Dou Fa Palace and get a commission of a hundred Yin coins."

"That's fine." Luo Chuan nodded.

…

Wuhua City is huge.

When Luo Chuan climbed up the tower along the ladder, he saw the city was like a sea of ​​clouds, boundless and endless. It was not until this moment when he strolled through the city that Luo Chuan truly felt the enormity of Wuhua City.

A vagrant took Huang Shiqi to the Doufa Hall, and Li Quanfu and Lu Ping went with him. The remaining eight vagrants accompanied Luo Chuan to the Fengqi Hall, and they all showed their skills along the way. Luo Chuan used the water escape technique and only lagged behind by half a body, which made Sun Zhongyuan and Wu Juren marvel. Even so, it took the nine people half an hour to get from the South Gate to the large parade ground in the center of Wuhua City.

Unlike what Luo Chuan imagined, there was no magnificent hall or exquisite palace building on the parade ground paved with ancient blue bricks, only three small temples with red walls and black bricks, standing in the middle, east and west of the parade ground.

Soon Luo Chuan discovered that there were many more people coming and going on the parade ground than downstairs in the South City. The crowd poured into three small temples. The small temples, which seemed to be the size of a palm, could accommodate everything.

"That's the Fengqi Temple." Sun Zhongyuan pointed to the small temple in the west: "It looks as small as a temple, but in fact, it is larger than you can imagine. What you see is just a door."

Luo Chuan nodded slightly.

Sun Zhongyuan knew that Luo Chuan was anxious, so he didn't say much and took Luo Chuan to the Fengqi Temple. Soon, a group of nine people were swept into the huge crowd.

There were few warriors in the crowd, and many were disciples of the immortal family. They were easy to identify from their clothes and the aura they exuded. Among them were disciples of the cultivation world in the foundation building realm, and some immortal masters whose aura was far higher than the foundation building realm and as unfathomable as mountains and abysses.

There was another type of people, they wore gray robes, had a gloomy aura, walked together, and were in a hurry. Luo Chuan thought to himself that these people might be the natives of Yinchuan Deserted City.

As for the remaining type, Luo Chuan was a little confused. This kind of people are also very rare, alone, wearing strange clothes, and exuding a strange aura. Some are unfathomable, and some are even shallower than the Xiaodan realm. But even when the immortals passed by them, they did not show contempt.

"They are different Taoists." Wu Juren said on the side, and his eyes never left Luo Chuan.

"Different Taoists?"

"This kind of people are very rare, but in the Tiannan Xiandao world, they are a force that cannot be ignored." Wu Juren said lightly: "They don't need to practice martial arts, they are born with different powers, and some can even imitate the immortals' methods. They live on the top of high mountains or in the depths of rivers and seas. Most of them have strange temperaments and their actions are difficult to understand. They are the anomalies in the Tiannan Xiandao world, so they are called different Taoists."

Sun Zhongyuan interrupted at some point: "Speaking of it, there are roughly four types of people in the Tiannan Xiandao world. Immortals, barren people, different people, and us warriors. Needless to say, immortals are the cultivators of the Tiannan region. The ruler of the world. The barren people have lived in Yinchuan for generations, rarely leave Yinchuan, and are very united. The aliens are alone, born with supernatural powers, and it is difficult to figure out their details, because once they are figured out, they will soon be killed. "

After a pause, Sun Zhongyuan smiled bitterly and said: "The last category is the warriors represented by us, the scattered people. In the eyes of ordinary people, we are high above. But I don’t know that in the immortal world, our so-called scattered people are only equivalent to the fourth level of foundation building, and they have not even really set foot on the immortal way, and are at the bottom. "

Luo Chuan listened silently and squeezed towards the "small temple" with the crowd.

Not long after, a group of nine people came to the small temple.

Even though Luo Chuan was worried about his aunt, when he just stepped into the small temple and saw the scene in the temple clearly, he was stunned.

Luo Chuan was also very imaginative, but he didn’t expect that there would be such a wonderful place in Wuhua City.

In front of him was a vast cliff.

Under the cliff, there are dull but turbulent red waves. In the middle of the waves, there is a big island. In the island, there is a mountain pillar that reaches the sky. At the top of the mountain pillar, where Luo Chuan is looking up, there is a bronze ancient temple.

Inside the temple and outside the temple are two completely different worlds. As Sun Zhongyuan said, the small temple that is a little bit big is just a door.

However, what really surprised Luo Chuan was not here.

Looking up, countless people seemed to be blown dandelions, floating and flying towards the ancient temple on the top of the mountain pillar. This scene is magnificent and indescribable.

"Let's go, brother Chuan, let's go to Fengqi Temple." Sun Zhongyuan smiled and jumped from the edge of the cliff: "The wind is blowing."

"The wind is blowing." Wu Juren stepped out.

"The wind is blowing."

"The wind is blowing."

...

Looking at the scattered people flying towards the ancient temple, Luo Chuan leaped up and whispered: "The wind is blowing."

As soon as the voice fell, a gentle breeze rose from the waves at the bottom of the cliff, as if it was summoned by something, carrying Luo Chuan and flying straight towards the bronze ancient temple.

The practice diagram of the wind escape technique appeared in his mind, and Luo Chuan's body movements gradually became ethereal.

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