The golden light flashed inside, and it turned out to be a golden compass!
This compass is engraved with straight lines, densely packed, and one pointer sways slightly.
He pondered for a moment, activated his magic power, and refined the golden compass.
Soon after, light emerged from the golden compass, condensing a gate of light in the sky.
Pang Yue stood up and walked into the light door, and immediately appeared in a small and elegant room!
The room has walls on three sides, a row of containers on the front, and a secret door on the side.
After entering this room, Pang Yue suddenly found that all his mana and consciousness were covered!
Even on his face, a thin mask appeared out of thin air, and no matter what he did, it was difficult to take it off.
He waved his hand and released a water mirror, and saw the person in the mirror wearing a white mask with two ancient seal characters on his forehead - Nineteen.
"This place is so strange!"
He came to the side of the container, opened the secret door, and walked out.
Behind the door is another room, and it is furnished like a shop!
This small shop is empty and clean, and there is nothing on the shelves in front of the containers!
He pushed open the front door of the shop and saw a stone path outside the door, with ordinary shops on both sides. Each shop door had a wooden plaque with numbers written on it.
On the plaque of the shop opposite him, the two ancient seal characters are exactly - twenty.
Pang Yue curiously stepped out of the threshold and came to the small street.
But the next moment, his mind suddenly fell into a trance. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found a figure staying in the store.
When I turned around, I saw a man wearing a mask!
"Isn't that myself?"
Pang Yue was stunned when he saw a clone who looked exactly like himself, standing at the door of the store, looking at him in surprise.
He communicated with himself in the store, and there was no prioritization...
"What the hell is this place?"
Pang Yue couldn't help but said softly.
An old voice sounded slowly behind him.
"This is Youtianfang City. Unexpectedly, after a hundred years, new people have arrived."
Pang Yue turned around and saw an old man wearing a mask standing not far away.
There is only one ancient seal character on his mask - three.
"Visiting Tianfang City?"
Pang Yue discovered that the mana fluctuations on the opponent's body were also covered by an invisible force, making it impossible to see the depth.
San nodded and said: "This Fang City has existed forever, and it seems to be older than Chixiaotian. There is a stone tablet in front of Fang City, and only these four characters are engraved on it, which is the origin of You Tianfang City.
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Pang Yue stood on the small bluestone street, surrounded by silence.
The small street is not long, just like an alley, with shops tightly packed on both sides.
If you count carefully, there are only fifty rooms.
At the end of the street, there was a billowing gray fog that was difficult to see through.
"This is my first time here, fellow Taoist, on the ramp. Why don't you go to Lao Xian's shop for a cup of tea?"
San invited kindly.
Pang Yue hesitated, looking around, but did not agree in a hurry.
San smiled and said: "There is no danger in Youtianfang City. If you sense it carefully, you will know that one of the rules of heaven here is to prohibit fighting and harming others."
Pang Yue frowned. He was still a Taoist monk. How could he sense the rules of heaven?
Sanye was slightly stunned and said in surprise: "You are not the soul?"
He looked at Pang Yue carefully again and said: "You are the second person in the past thousand years to be able to enter this place with the Golden Core realm."
San is actually a powerful soul!
"Senior, how many shopkeepers are there in the city?"
Pang Yue suppressed the shock in his heart and asked.
He could see that among the fifty shops, some had dim lights and some had faint lights. The difference was obvious.
My own shop No. 19 belongs to the category of shimmering.
San said calmly: "Counting you, there are a total of nineteen shop owners."
"Thanks for letting me know!"
Pang Yue bowed his hands in greeting.
The third one lost interest, waved his hands, and turned back to the No. 3 store.
Pang Yue was speechless.
Does the other party see that he is not a master of Yuanshen, so he has no desire to communicate?
What would he think if he knew that I am not even a golden elixir?
From what it sounds like, it seems that there is only one golden elixir in the entire city, and the rest are all souls?
So...where do these souls come from?
A guess suddenly appeared in Pang Yue's mind!
Could it be that there are monks from other places in the entire city?
In the entire East China Sea cultivation world, there are no more than six Yuanshen masters.
Counting the other three seas, there are only about twenty people at most!
It's impossible for every soul master to have a golden compass when they first enter Tianfang City, right?
It is very likely that most of these "shopkeepers" come from outside Tianhai.
The five realms of Chixiaotian are so vast!
Pang Yue walked along the small street while meditating.
Sure enough, as San said, including himself, only nineteen shops were open.
In every shop, there is a monk wearing a mask, but they are all like sculptures, lifeless, sitting motionless behind the counter.
In these shops, there are all kinds of spiritual objects on the shelves, some more, some less, all kinds of strange things, a dazzling array.
Pang Yue walked into shop No. 7, and the monk behind the counter suddenly came to life.
A flash of color flashed in Qi's eyes. He looked at Pang Yue slowly and said, "It turns out that he is a new fellow Taoist. I wonder what I am interested in?"
Pang Yue pointed to a large piece of Taishang Xuanqing iron on the container and asked, "How do you sell the iron ore?"
He vaguely guessed that the Qi in front of him might be the clone of the shop owner, and he was just "operating" here with a trace of residual thoughts.
So I didn't beat around the bush and asked straight to the point.
The Taishang Xuanqing Iron on the shelf is ten times larger than the one I saw in Chongxuanzong Wanbao Pavilion before!
Qi Qi said in a calm tone: "Five hundred spirit stones."
"five hundred?"
Pang Yue was shocked and his heart was shaken.
The Taishang Xuanqing Iron he bought at Wanbao Pavilion before cost 390,000 spirit stones for a small piece!
It only costs 500 here?
Pang Yue always felt that something was wrong.
Qi glanced at it and asked, "Why, fellow Taoist, you think it's too expensive?"
An idea flashed in Pang Yue's heart, and he realized it immediately.
The five hundred spiritual stones that Qi mentioned should refer to the high-grade spiritual stones!
One high-grade spiritual stone can be exchanged for 10,000 small spiritual stones!
He was used to settling with low-grade spiritual stones, so he ignored the price unit!
And Qi was used to using high-grade spiritual stones to settle accounts, so he ignored it...
Five hundred high-grade spiritual stones means five million low-grade spiritual stones!
This price is basically consistent with the value of Taishang Xuanqing Iron, but the embarrassing thing is that Pang Yue does not have so many spiritual stones!
"I didn't bring my spiritual stone today, I'll buy it another day."
Pang Yue pretended to be calm, said something lightly, turned and left.
seven:"……"
Return to store No. 19.
The clone Farrington merged with him.
Pang Yue pondered for a moment, took out a pile of blank jade slips, put them on his forehead, and began to engrave various mental techniques and magical powers into them.
For the early stage of distribution, we can only use the golden elixir technique in the Demon Realm to deal with it!
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._
