The largest trading market on Difeng No. 9 is at the top of the mountain. At the same time, the Wuxian Chamber of Commerce has also established teahouses, wineries, courtyards, etc. on top of Difeng No. 9.
"Why are there so many people on Peak 9?"
Arriving at the foot of Peak No. 9 and looking at the people walking up the mountain, Ling Yun couldn't help but ask.
"Young master, I don't know, but today happens to be the day when the first fairy garden established by the Wuxian Chamber of Commerce in the Holy Land of Sword Control opens."
Lei Cang Road.
"Fairy Garden."
Ling Yun was curious for a while. This name sounded very impressive.
"This fairy garden has everything. It is a place of pure consumption. According to Lu Zhengyuan, a fairy garden can earn at least 10 million yuan in spiritual beads. This is what Lu Zhengyuan came up with."
Lei Cang explained.
When Lu Zhengyuan first joined the Wuxian Chamber of Commerce, he was just a manager. Later, he built a fairy garden and was favored by Gongsun Wuya and promoted to one of the chief managers.
"Oh, 11 million yuan of spirit beads. It seems that Lu Zhengyuan is really capable."
Ten million yuan of spirit beads is not a sum that, in the Xizhou Continent, can be used to get people to work in the Supreme Realm.
"I think he deserves to die."
Lei Cang said coldly. Apparently he was a little dissatisfied with Lu Zhengyuan's creation of this fairy garden.
"Uh, why is that? I remember you, he was your family friend."
Ling Yun was stunned for a moment. Lei Cang's relationship with Lu Zhengyuan was very close, otherwise Lu Zhengyuan would not have taken the risk to help him cover up the killing of Shenmen disciples.
But listening to Lei Cang's tone, he felt very dissatisfied with Lu Zhengyuan.
"One code equals another. When the young master arrives at the fairy garden, he will know it at a glance!"
Lei Cang didn't have much explanation. Because in this matter, seeing is believing and hearing is believing. The fairy garden built by Lu Zhengyuan is a place of drunkenness, dreams and death, with no bottom line at all.
As long as you can make money, you can find it in this fairy garden. It is really appropriate to describe it as "losing all good".
Although Lei Cang was domineering and ambitious in the past, he was very disdainful of this matter. Therefore, although his relationship with Lu Zhengyuan was there, he rarely interacted with him.
Even after he was in trouble, he never thought of taking refuge in him.
"Leicang, you are here. This should be Mr. Ling, right? I have known him for a long time, and the Sword God of the North District is really like thunder."
There are Lu Zhengyuan's spies everywhere in Peak Nine. When Ling Yun and the two arrived at the foot of Peak Nine, Lu Zhengyuan already knew about it and came to greet them personally outside the Fairy Garden.
However, when Ling Yun walked up to the top of the mountain and saw many unsightly scenes, he did not have a good impression of Lu Zhengyuan.
"Master Lu, thank you very much. Please lead the way!"
"Well, good! Master Ling, please! Your Lord is already waiting for you at Feilou."
Seeing that Ling Yun didn't have a good look on him and didn't even treat him politely, he was obviously a little embarrassed. Although he had some resentment in his heart, he still put on a smile.
Ling Yunjin is a distinguished guest of their Wuxian Chamber of Commerce, and he is still his god of wealth. It doesn't matter if he doesn't look good, the most important thing is that the cooked duck doesn't fly away.
Gongsun Wuya had promised him that as long as he facilitated this matter, he would directly reward him with 100 million yuan of spirit beads.
Feilou is the core of the fairy garden created by Lu Yuanzheng.
People who enter here are either rich or noble. Just stepping into this building requires 10,000 yuan of spirit beads. However, it is worth the money. For many people, it is an eye-catching place.
"Amitabha"
"Master Ling, this is Master Likong from Hang Temple."
As they walked up to the second floor of Fei Tower, a great monk blocked Ling Yun Errao's path. Lu Zhengyuan immediately introduced him with a smile.
"It is said that the power of the weight is empty, and the gravity is unparalleled."
Lei Cang's expression changed slightly. Obviously, this great monk was not a simple person.
"Oh, Master Likong, I have long admired you."
Ling Yun knew that this person was not good-natured, and it was obvious that the Wuxian Chamber of Commerce wanted to give him power. However, the person who invited Hang Temple surprised him.
"The Sword God of the North District, I've heard of his name for a long time. I'm a humble monk. I'm glad to meet you. I'm glad to meet you."
Li Qingyun Gong stretched out his hand to shake hands with Ling Yun.
"Sir, Li Kong is said to have unparalleled gravity, but his spirit and soul are like iron weights. The power of his spirit and soul to strengthen his body is very terrifying."
Lei Cang reminded Ling Yun in a low voice.
"oh"
Ling Yun nodded and slowly stretched out his hand. Just when his hand was about to touch Li Kong, Li Kong wanted to grab Ling Yun's hand, but his wrist was cut into blood vessels by the sword energy.
.
"Ah! You are cheating"
Likong screamed, took three steps back, and used his skills to seal his blood vessels. He didn't expect that Ling Yun didn't shake hands with him, but directly let him have close contact with the sword energy.
"Master, do you have strong limbs and a simple mind? Have you forgotten what you just called me?"
Ling Yun asked with a smile. He was not in the habit of playing his cards according to common sense. This guy was obviously ordered by the Wuxian Chamber of Commerce to come to make things difficult for him, so there was no need to be polite to him.
"you……"
"Light is empty, don't be rude."
Just when Likong was about to confront Ling Yun, a middle-aged monk came out with Gongsun Wuya and others.
"Master Ling, I'm Gongsun Wuya."
Gongsun Wuya smiled and cupped his hands and said without any polite words.
"I have met your lord."
Ling Yun responded with his hands raised.
"please"
"You are the Sword God of the North District"
Ling Yun followed Gongsun Wuya into the second floor hall, and immediately heard a lazy voice. Ling Yun looked over and saw an old man who looked like he was drunk, lying on the ground, using a wine gourd as a
Pillow, face covered with beard. When he looked at Ling Yun, his eyes revealed a cold light.
