Zhikarizhen slowed down, a strange color flashed in his eyes.
This is the first time that a witch spirit has emitted such a cry with such complicated emotions: panic, excitement, feeling like facing a powerful enemy, and revealing a deep longing.
"Is there anything special about this city that holds the moon?" Zhikari looked at the flow of people going in and out of the city gate and hesitated for a moment.
"It's just that there are so many people and it's so lively!" Mengmengda glanced at Zhikarizhen in confusion, "Hey, you're a little nervous! Why? Don't make excuses, you can't hide from Mengmengda's discernment!"
"I can sometimes foresee misfortunes and blessings." Zhikari Zhen hesitated for a moment and replied calmly, "This city is disturbing and a sign of great misfortune. But there seems to be something in it that is very good for me."
"I didn't expect you to be a magic stick." Mengmengda was stunned, and stretched out her furry little hand in front of Zhikarizhen: "Little handsome boy, can you help me read my palm?"
When Zhikari heard her cooing tone, he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body. He thought about it for a moment and was not in a hurry to enter the city. He wandered around the firewood trees around the lake to check it out.
The lakes in this area are full of strange things: some are as smooth as a mirror and calm, like a solidified crystal; some are roaring waves and strong winds, stirring up violent whirlpools; some are dense with water vapor and filled with mist, exuding waves of temptation.
The fragrance of people; or the water is gorgeous, the waves are rippling like rainbows, and countless plankton are shining with colorful lights... There are hundreds of lakes with their own characteristics, but no two are the same.
In the vast expanse of water, you can see the figures of carp people flying up and down from time to time. Some wield their swords to beat the waves and practice swordsmanship; some shuttle back and forth, as fast as lightning, leaving a series of rippled afterimages behind them; some drag a head of blood
The dripping giant water beast jumped out from the bottom of the lake with the waves...Zhi Shou was really dazzled by the sight. The carp people here have superb swordsmanship, much better than Yantang Village?
In the depths of a roaring whirlpool, Zhikarizhen caught a glimpse of a golden-bearded carp man sitting quietly in it, his eyes half-open and half-closed, his body motionless, and swallowing a bright sword pill in his mouth, as bright as the silver moon, with a cold light, impressive
It’s a flying sword technique!
Zhi Shou was really surprised. Both Feijian and Fujian belong to the branch of swordsmanship. But unlike the widely circulated Fujian, the inheritance of Feijian is extremely secretive. In the human world, there are only high-level members of the Yu clan and the Sword Sect of Da Chu.
Only then can there be a secret secret of the art of flying swords.
This swordsmanship blends the essence of hardware with one's own flesh and blood to create a sword ball, and then combines the sword ball with the technique, so that the sword can be driven with the will, and the sword can be sent and received by the heart. Although it is not pure enough, it is better because of its extremely fast speed.
He is especially good at long-distance combat. It is said that Yu Zhu, the leader of Dachu Sword Sect, can travel thousands of miles and kill people with just one sword pill.
Zhi Shou couldn't help but wonder, maybe there is still an inheritance of the flying sword technique in Lanyue City? How can such an opportunity be missed in vain?
As if sensing Shikari's long-term attention, the golden-bearded carp man tilted his head, and his eyes were like two shining sword lights, projected towards him. Jikarizhen immediately looked away and walked to a dry stall by the lake, pretending
Browsing the goods. This golden-bearded carp-man god and the sword are at least in the realm of refining the gods and returning to the void.
"Let's take a look at the deep-sea golden coral, the best sword-making material!" "The butterfly demon's eyes from the Thirty-Six Songs of Tianhe, the best auxiliary material for condensing sword bodies, are on sale at a cheap price, and only cost a penny!"
"The armor made of Qingshui Yin pattern stone is light and strong, and is a must-have for the battle in Tianhe!" Around the lake, many vendors shouted and sold. Most of them were clam people, carp people, and there were also many strange-looking races.
Zhikarizhen saw a tall alien that looked like a dead tree, with cracked skin and numerous and slender lower limbs, which were deeply rooted in the soil like roots. There were a lot of herbs, wild fruits, and various forest species in front of him, colorful and emitting.
A weird aroma.
Zikari's eyes lit up, and he walked over and looked through it carefully. Yarrow, soul-breaking grass, devil's weeping grass, bone-burning fruit, human-faced mud fruit... most of them are materials for the Zhuyou Soul Technique, even in the human world.
It is also extremely rare. Especially the human-faced Yin Mud Fruit is the main material of a vicious witchcraft - "Nailhead Noodles" recorded in the witchcraft treasure book "The Thirteen Records of Zhutian".
"How to sell these herbs?" Zhi Shouzhen grabbed a human-faced mud fruit. The fruit's tentacles were cold and the skin had dense patterns. It must have been heated for at least a hundred years. He was still young in the Yongning Marquis Mansion, so it was not convenient for him to buy witchcraft materials and practice.
There are many Zhuyou secret techniques to avoid being seen out. But in Meng Dao, there is no scruple. He can use all kinds of weird Zhuyou soul techniques to kill people invisibly.
"One - one - one - one - white - shell - money." The foreigner's voice was low and deep, and he spoke a few simple words for a long time in a slow tone. p>
One piece of shell money is equivalent to a hundred pieces of white shell money. Zhi Shou really wants to buy on a large scale. Mengmeng jumped forward, shook her head and frowned: "It's so expensive, why don't you go and grab it? Open your eyes wide.
Look at these weeds, they are wrinkled, the leaves are yellow, the roots are rotten, and they are still stained with smelly mud. You have to work hard to clean them when you go back. How can you get a piece of money?" She spat and said.
Very quickly, he grabbed a bunch of herbs and picked up his nose and eyes. The root alien tribe was stunned by what she said. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by her series of scoldings.
In the end, Mengmengda dropped two pieces of white shell money, packed up all the herbs and wild fruits on the stall with a look of disgust on her face, and dragged Zhikarima away.
"Cute girl, isn't this inappropriate?" Zhikari looked at her dumbfounded.
"Don't worry. That's the Kuchiki clan. His brain is slow. By the time he reacts, we will have already entered the city." Mengmengda took out a piece of money from Shikarima's arms and said happily, "It's mine.
, this is a commission."
After that, every time he passed by a stall and Zhi Kaizhen took a fancy to something, Mengmeng Da would go up to bargain and try his best to argue. After a while, Zhi Kaizhen had many large and small bags in his hand, all of which were to replenish his energy.
Blood, a strange material for practicing witchcraft.
"Money - not - enough - ah!" Until this moment, the Kuchiki tribesman shouted slowly, pulled out his roots from the soil one by one, and walked towards them unsteadily.
"Run!" Mengmeng jumped onto Ikarima's shoulder and urged, "Don't disturb the carp people's city guards, otherwise you will be arrested as a carp disaster!"
"Is it worth it for a few white shells?" Zhi Kaizhen smiled bitterly and quickened his pace, blending into the crowd and walking towards the gate of Lanyue City.
"Of course it's worth it. Making money is one of the great pleasures of a woman!" Meng Meng smiled brightly and threw away a few coins in her hand.
As Zhikarizhen approached the city gate, the eight-winged golden cicada let out another long and exciting cry.
The shaman spirit is born from the interaction between the soul and the heaven and earth. It shows signs from the sky and illuminates one's own heart. In the final analysis, it just points out a way. Zhikarizhen stood at the gate of the city with his hand on the hilt of his sword, focusing on regulating his breath and gathering away everything in his heart.
distracting thoughts.
Let the water come and go, but the shadow of the cloud remains.
Since he has chosen the way of the sword as his main focus, his path will ultimately be fought with the sword in his hand. After thinking about this, Zhikari's mind suddenly became clear, and he was one step closer to the realm of being alone.
Stepping into the city gate, he no longer had any thoughts of gain or loss.