Everyone was safe, the sports car was towed for repairs, and Shang Qianqiu shed tears of regret.
The car was a gift from her family. It had only been warmed up for an hour or two after it was received. The procedures were not complete and she had to spend her own money to repair it. Like Xu Zhi, she was now a negative person and felt bad about spending money.
The information from the restaurant and teahouse must not be trusted, nor must it be fully trusted. Shang Qianqiu called his family to confirm. The merchant's contacts and information were very good, but Shang Qianqiu had just come out of the ruins. No one was in a hurry to inform him about this kind of thing.
It’s not too late to combine work and rest, take a break and then go see it again.
The merchant occupies a large area, with buildings and courtyards that are almost the size of a small high school. Each of the merchant's children has a separate living room, and only some common facilities such as the gym are shared.
"I asked why none of those cousins have disappeared recently. It seems they are all hanging out there."
Shang Qianqiu now has a solid foundation, so he is not so anxious and wants to rush over in a hurry.
According to their own accurate information, it is indeed a certain sword skill left behind by the master Yan Lang. According to the inference of some elite merchants, it is at least some master-level sword skills, which has certain reference value, but its completeness is lacking, and it is not
Not suitable for practicing.
This cultivation location was discovered by a group of people while on an adventure. When the news leaked out, it was impossible to contain the fire and could not be completely sealed. Everyone wanted to take a look, hoping to gain enlightenment or learn some skills.
Some small frictions naturally arise from this. It is very popular recently near Grandmaster Yan Lang's practice place to have two moves with each other. Everyone gathers together to practice and show off their skills.
The Dengfeng Municipal Committee reacted very quickly. They first circled the training ground of Grandmaster Yan Lang, and only put in a certain number of people at a time. They also set up a sparring ring outside, and those who were rubbing off against each other were allowed to leave.
Competition in the arena.
What's more, if a cultivator goes crazy and uses a big move in the crowd, everyone will suffer, and there may be a river of blood.
The merchant still had many people in the Jianmen Mountain area. After preparing some food and water, the two of them boarded the aircraft.
It was supposed to be a trip that took almost half a day, but it took more than 20 minutes by aircraft.
When he got off the aircraft, Xu Zhi thought he had arrived at the farmer's market. Not only the practitioners, but also many small merchants and hawkers nearby were here. People were coming and going, and it was crowded.
Practitioners always need to eat. The vendors sell fruits, snacks, and dried fruits and meats very well. Even some aunts who sell vegetables take advantage of this gathering opportunity to make a lot of money. These are cultivators, and most of them
The practitioners' families are well-off and have no shortage of money, but the aunts and uncles are not polite when they try to kill people.
Xu Zhi was speechless when he looked at the bananas priced at one yuan each, the apples priced at three yuan each, and the melons priced at five yuan each. The prices of these prices had increased tenfold.
It's not easy to get up Jianmen Mountain, so doubling the price is reasonable, but the ladies are a little more ruthless this time.
"Please do not litter, urinate or defecate around. Violators will be fined, with a minimum of one hundred."
"It is everyone's responsibility to care for the environment. Mobile toilets are available for only 5 yuan a time. It's convenient and convenient!"
"Garbage recycling station, your good partner in recycling. A bag of garbage costs one yuan. You pay and we will send it down the mountain."
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Trumpets are blaring everywhere, and after the singing, the white face sings the red face. When ordinary people come to this place, not only can they not afford to eat, but they can't even afford to eat.
"Look, there's a fighting arena over there." Shang Qianqiu pointed to the front.
There were three fighting stages standing high in the place, and there were people fighting on the stage. It was exciting, but they were far apart, so they couldn't see clearly.
Xu Zhi took out the old man's urn from the dream world. He had to let the old man breathe and see the lively scene in Jianmen Mountain.
"Let's go visit the master's training ground first and see if we can gain anything."
Rather than watching the excitement, Xu Zhi thought it would be better to learn something. Looking over, everyone looked restrained and full of energy. There were obviously many practitioners. In a place like this, everyone would just be an ordinary member, even...
So weak.
Cultivation is a hard truth. Since he is taking this path, Xu Zhi will not stop. If he can learn three points and experience the magic of higher-level cultivators, that would be the best.
Things often go unexpectedly and not as expected.
Not long after getting off the aircraft, Xu Zhi was blocked by someone. Of course, he was just a by-product, and the person who came was more like Shang Qianqiu.
"My dear Qianqiu fiancée, when did you start seeing men around you?"
The boy who came was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was not very old. His fair face had a trace of amusement in the corners. Although his mouth was smooth, his eyes were as bright as snake eyes. He was ruthless.
He stared at Xu Zhi hard, and then looked back at Shang Qianqiu.
"Song Yu, if you weren't two years older than me and had practiced a few years earlier, believe it or not, I would have pinned you to the ground and beaten you like a dead dog." Shang Qianqiu's reply was not polite at all.
"Also, please remove the word fiancée. If you are still in your right mind, you should know that these are just some verbal agreements made by the elders and should not be taken seriously."
"Okay, dear Qianqiu."
Song Yu nodded, this is also a cheap temperament, and he is very good at seizing opportunities.
"Go to hell, Song Yu!"
Shang Qianqiu kicked out, but the guy dodged quickly and took a step back to avoid the kick.
"Still as barbaric as ever, I'm really worried about the rest of my life." Song Yu sneered and turned to look at Xu Zhi, "I wonder where this little brother in simple clothes comes from."
Xu Zhi shook his head. He really has an unpleasant temperament. His frugal clothing offends you or something. He doesn't wear your clothes and only eats your food. Should you stress it so much?
Xu Zhi looked at his whole body. He wore a set of tops and bottoms that cost more than a dozen dollars. They couldn't be said to have elements of popular styles, but they were not frugal at all. He was still very well-dressed.
He looked at Song Yu, who was dressed in a full range of gray and black clothes. It was very similar to the color of the ground when he first entered the ruins. The soil was sludged, and the effect was not much better than his. How could he have such a strong mentality.
"What are you looking at? Clothes, Chiron's, pants, Pocky's, shoes, Michael's, one set, specially made, twenty-two thousand."
"Good outfit." Xu Zhi praised, "You have a good eye for it. Your outfit is really well matched. The dragon shape also has the aura of a tiger. You really have a good temperament."
"What a temperament," Song Yu said doubtfully.
"Absolutely handsome."
Xu Zhi's eyes revealed sincerity and sincerity, which made Song Yu's aura instantly weaken a lot. The guy looked at him in confusion, as if he didn't expect that he also had some kind of masculine effect.
It seems that this young man is not a love rival at all. How can a love rival praise the other's fiancé as soon as they come up? I'm afraid they are just good friends.
Could it be that I was really dressed very well and looked very impressive?
Song Yu thought, it is true that people rely on clothes. This kind of specially customized clothes is indeed right and worth the price. He thought for a while and smiled coldly at Xu Zhi.
Xu Zhi would never respond with any words to such a naughty kid.
If he thinks he is right, he must be supported. Even if he is wrong, he must be supported and he must be allowed to continue to be wrong.
Song Yu's taste in clothing must be applauded, and we should give him a shout of 666 support.