There are rumors of a caravan auction with many treasures, is this it?
I thought there would be some elixir of flesh and bones of the living dead, or an immortal treasure that could smash a mountain gate if thrown out.
As a result, most of what the caravans brought were raw materials for alchemy and weapon refining.
Fortunately, I got some precious ingredients, so I can go back to replenish my father's vitality and whiten my mother's skin. It's a worthwhile trip.
If you think about it carefully, it would be unreasonable if such an auction could bring in an auspicious beast that could live for two thousand years.
Wu Wan slightly walked out of the tent with some disappointment, and Lin Suqing followed behind with her arms full of storage instruments, smiling like a blooming peony, and looking to the left and right with caution.
The group of them did not stay, and directly boarded the Frostwolf carriage and ran towards the grassland under the watchful eyes of onlookers all over the street.
However, after they successfully reunited with the large group of people, Wu Huan made a decision that made the guards nervous.
Wu Wang said: "You go back first and wait for me outside the royal court. I'll go to the market just now and take a stroll."
"Young Master, will you go by yourself?"
"How about this! What if someone wants to plot something against you, young master!"
"Young Master, please bring some guards. If not, we will surround the entire market from a distance!"
"Be low-key and don't be anxious."
Wu smiled and said, "As long as no one recognizes me as the young master of the Bear Hug Clan, there won't be any trouble."
Lin Suqing also said: "If you want to buy something, I can just run errands for the young master."
Wu Wang said: "I suddenly want to go for a walk in a crowded place, don't worry, just follow my orders."
The guards did not dare to persuade him, and were ordered to protect the carriage and stay away first.
In order to make them feel at ease, Wu Wan changed into a guard's attire directly in front of Lin Suqing.
When changing clothes, the old aunt covered her eyes with her hands and took a few glances between her fingers. Her eyes were filled with the sense of relief that "I have brought up this child."
Wu Wan:......
There is no wave in my heart.
He took off the animal bone mask and thickened the 'ice crystal film' close to the skin to make himself look stronger. He also took out the 'imitation human skin mask' that he had purchased a few years ago and spread it on the skin as thinly as a facial mask.
His face was smoothed out, and his face suddenly changed into that of a rough man.
The most important part of dressing up is actually hiding your own aura.
Wu Wan drew a few spells out of thin air to minimize the fluctuations of the Star Prayer Technique. He also spilled some wine on himself, deliberately disrupting the regular movement of the breath in his body.
In the eyes of outsiders, this is a strong and upright Kitano man.
"Young Master~"
Lin Suqing asked in a voice: "How much do you want to go out and have fun?"
Wu Wan glared at her and replied in a voice: "Speak more seriously, why are you going out to wander around? I am just adapting to the messy environment outside in advance."
Lin Su covered her mouth and smiled softly, her face turned red, and her laughter gradually became gurgling.
Everything is ready.
Wu Wang rode a giant wolf and quietly left the convoy. On the way, he found a remote forest and changed his clothes. He took out a few low-quality spiritual cores to sell later and rushed to the market again.
Suddenly there were no guards or attendants around me, and my mood suddenly felt brighter.
Alas, is it easy for him?
For so many years, large groups of people followed me wherever I went. Even when I was practicing in seclusion in a wooden house, there were a large number of guards within a ten-mile radius.
At this time, he was leaping on a horse, ahem, leaping on a wolf and galloping. Suddenly he felt the sky was high and the air was refreshing, and he felt relaxed and happy. The wind was whistling in his ears. He was like a ten thousand-year-old beast flying out of the cage, letting out a burst of bold laughter.
However, half an hour later, the busiest area of the market was reached.
Wu Wan took a bag of broken coins that he had just exchanged, found a restaurant where his family was visiting, and sat down in a private seat on the third floor with some disappointment.
This restaurant is the tallest building in the market, with only three floors in total. Sitting in the lounge and looking outside, you can see all the Kitano-style tents.
He originally thought that the market should have some kind of entertainment venue, where you can do hooping, archery, pot throwing, and watch singing and dancing performances.
But when I walked around, all I saw were street stalls, and 90% of them were selling three types of goods - minerals, animal cores, and animal skins.
There is nothing childish about it.
Moreover, Wu Wan suddenly discovered that he had contracted a 'bad habit'. He would look at the eyes of a passing woman and subconsciously compare them with the almond eyes he saw in his dream.
Once or twice is fine, but if you watch more, you will easily make eye contact with the woman, and the scene will become slightly awkward.
There were also some elder sisters who gave him some hints in their eyes!
On the whole, the various ethnic groups in Beiye are relatively harmonious. Ninety-percent of Beiye's races can be seen in this market. Most of them are in human form, retaining more or less the characteristics of beasts.
No, several bunny-eared girls wearing leather skirts and boots passed by the roadside. Their fluffy ears and little tails were quite cute.
It's just that the pupils of the eyes are blood red, which looks a little scary.
Almond eyes...almond eyes...
Wu Wan threw the money bag he had just exchanged to the waiter who was serving tea, and asked him to weigh some food. The waiter quickly brought a table full of meat and vegetables, and several jugs of good wine.
Wu Wan drank by himself, leisurely and contentedly, while his eyes continued to scan the eyes of the women coming and going.
He has actually figured it out.
First of all, it is now difficult to tell whether the dream was true or false.
If it was indeed the case, then there was nothing he could do at this time but wait for the other party to come to his door.
Before that, all I can do is become stronger to cope with various situations that may arise.
He doesn't have the slightest fondness for the figure in the dream now.
It is unreasonable and abnormal to trap him in this way and prevent him from contact with the opposite sex!
This kind of power can never be wiped out by good looks. He, Wu Wan, will never let the other person be so beautiful as a fairy...
Hmm? Almond eyes?
Wu Wan suddenly became energetic and looked intently at the long street outside the restaurant, just in time to see a pair of almond-shaped eyes looking upward.
Like, very similar, but upon closer inspection, they are not the same;
The pair of almond-shaped eyes I saw at this time were too cold, and their pupils were slightly lighter in color.
Before the other party looked at her, Wu Wan immediately looked away and roughly saw that she was a woman from the human realm wearing a pure white dress, a bamboo hat and a veil. She had a lot of cultivation and was not weak at all.
There were more than a dozen figures behind this woman, half male and female, all with young looks and rich clothes. Only an old Taoist wearing a blue robe fell at the end of their group.
The first impression this group of people gave him was that a certain Immortal Sect in the Human Realm was training its disciples.
But Wu Huan soon discovered that the old Taoist cultivator was in the middle, and the atmosphere of these monks was completely different. The strongest one was the young female cultivator who wore both a hat and a veil, not showing any skin.
Of course, it may just be that she looks young. If the female cultivator is more cruel to herself, her face will look like a peach blossom even if she is about to live a long life. She looks eighteen years old and does not have any wrinkles around her eyes.
For details, please refer to the young master’s secretary, the old aunt.
This group of people went to the restaurant and also asked for some seats by the window. They took out a few jade coins and ordered some tea, but they did not ask for food.
The waiter's eyes almost rolled out of his sockets.
If what Wu Wang sensed was correct, the two young monks with the lowest cultivation levels had just entered the Golden Core Realm, and their auras were not yet stable.
Are there so many young golden elixirs in the human realm?
Wu Wan didn't pay much attention to them. He ate meat and drank wine and continued to watch the people coming and going on the street.
Originally, he had no interest in this group of people until he heard a familiar name.
"Why are senior Zuodong so anxious?
We have been traveling together all the way here. We have been together since Yunzhou for several months, and we are going to the same place later. Why not continue traveling together so that we can take care of each other?"
Left hole?
Why does this name sound so familiar...
Wu Wan raised his head and looked at the old Taoist, only to see that the old Taoist had a thin face, white eyebrows, and a calm and long breath. He kept smiling when he spoke, and would hold his hands up from time to time.
Not only did he not have the airs of his seniors, but he was also very respectful to these young monks.
The old Taoist said: "I really miss my disciple from the bottom of my heart."
"Senior Zuodong," a beautiful woman in colorful clothes corrected her tone, "Your disciple is a monk from our human realm and is trapped in the Kitano clan. This is something we need to help with."
"I don't dare to bother you, I don't dare to bother you."
The old Taoist waved his hands repeatedly and said warmly: "It is a blessing for me to be able to come to Beiye with all of you in Yunzhou.
You guys are here under orders to discuss business and barter with the Beiye human clan, and Pindao is here to rescue his disciples, and he said that he must not antagonize them."
Peng!
A male cultivator in Chinese attire slapped the table hard and cursed: "This Kitano is really ferocious! I don't know what kind of torture Senior Zuodong's disciples have endured!"
"That's right, if the young master of the Bear Hug Clan is true, he has really insulted his disciples. We must teach him a lesson!"
puff--
The monks were filled with righteous indignation, and when they suddenly heard the strange noise from the side, they all turned their heads to look, and happened to see a strong man wiping his mouth with a wine bowl.
"Cough, cough!"
Wu Wang coughed twice, and the dozen or so monks looked away and continued to talk about how to teach a certain young master a lesson.
At this moment, the expression in a certain young master's heart was extremely wonderful.
On, what is the experience of eating melon and eating it on yourself?
Isn’t this Taoist Zuodong the ‘Master Zuodong’ as the old aunt said?
This is too much. What are you talking about? What is so lustful, how can you be so despicable?
Has it been investigated? Has evidence been collected? I'm just talking nonsense here.
Sure enough, rich associations and self-righteousness do not only exist in Blue Star Network.
Wu Wan curled his lips secretly, continued eating and drinking, and began to observe this group of people carefully.
The Zuodong Taoist was persuaded and sat in the corner, chatting rather reservedly with two or three young men beside him.
Wu Wang made a rough estimate. If this group of people went to the Xiongbao Clan to raise an army to question the crime as they said, they would probably be able to hold on at the gate of the royal court...
Three, no, four breaths.
Among this group of people, the most powerful one is naturally this girl in a plain skirt and hat.
This person should have formed a Nascent Soul, which made Wu Wan instinctively feel alert.
After secretly observing her for a few times, Wu Wan felt that this woman in a plain skirt and bamboo hat was like a pool of clear blue water.
She sits in a very upright posture, and the curve of her back highlighted by her long skirt highlights the woman's softness. Her legs are quite slender, and her figure from the back is already a rare beauty.
And among the seven or eight male cultivators, four or five would glance in her direction from time to time.
The feeling of wanting to attract her attention but not daring to get close made Wu Wan feel like he was back in middle school in his previous life.
Judging from their performance, they should really be a group of young monks.
In particular, these people revealed their next trip and why they came to Beiye without any effort from Wu Wan.
This gave Wu Wang, who had just made up his mind to spy on their intelligence, no sense of accomplishment.
They came by Yunzhou, the journey took just over three months, and they came from different Immortal Sects in the Human Realm. They came to Beiye for a trial.
The content of the trial is divided into two parts. The first goal is to give gifts to the Beino tribe, the Dalang tribe and the Bear Hug tribe, and establish friendship. It is best to exchange them for a batch of treasure materials for refining weapons.
The second goal is to go to the "Blood Soil Forest" in Beiye, hunt down a ferocious beast with a life span of 5,000 years, and bring back the spiritual core.
After completing this trial, they can officially join an organization.
With the existence of this woman in plain skirt and bamboo hat, they will not have any difficulty in fighting the five-thousand-year-old beast. The difficulty of this trial is not high.
Wu Wan thought for a moment as he lowered his head to drink, and soon sighed in his heart.
In order to hone these human talents and let them experience the hardships of trials so that they can grow, he decided...
When you get back, send someone to notify the Dalang Clan. If you see these guys, drive them to the Bear Hug Clan!
Didn’t these guys scold that ‘pervert’ young master very happily?
Hehe, hehe.
On the third floor of the restaurant, bright red words of danger seemed to appear above the heads of these outstanding figures.
At this moment, two chuckles came from the window, and Youdao's figure jumped directly from the street into the window, laughing and saying:
"Why don't fellow Taoists wait for Pindao?"
The dozen or so people who were chatting in a lively manner all frowned, and several female cultivators immediately placed the magic weapons and objects they were carrying on the empty seats beside them.
Wu Wang glanced at this person, feeling a little puzzled.
This is a rather handsome young male cultivator, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, three-dimensional facial features, a slender figure, and a well-proportioned body. There is also a little fragrance around his body. His cultivation is really not weak.
Second only to the woman in a plain skirt and hat.
But this guy seemed to be very unpopular. The male cultivators seemed to have never seen him, the female cultivators seemed to have never heard of him, and no one invited him to sit down.
It was Zuodong Lao Dao who stood up and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Ji, if you don't dislike it..."
"No need, senior just sit down!"
The male cultivator surnamed Ji cupped his hands and thanked him, then smiled heartily and walked straight towards the female cultivator in a bamboo hat and plain skirt...Wu Wan was behind him.
Six black spots popped up on Wu Wan's forehead. The male cultivator was sitting next to him and smiled happily:
"My friend, I came from afar. I heard that the Beiye people are the most hospitable. I feel the wind from Beiye today. I wonder if you can treat me to a glass of Beiye wine?"
"Friends, please!"
Wu Wang had a rough voice and made a grand gesture of invitation, and his response was natural.
The group of young monks glanced here a few times and didn't say much. However, the conversation was not as lively as before and their voices were lower.
"friend."
A wisp of sound suddenly penetrated into Wu Hu's ears, and it came from the male cultivator named Ji next to him.
"You don't have to speak directly. Just ask around. If you get a positive reply, just blink. If you don't know, just smile. I'll thank you later."
Wu Wang nodded slightly, with a slight smile on his lips.
The male cultivator surnamed Ji asked: "Friend, are you a local?"
Wu Wan blinked.
"I brought some money and silk with me, but I have nowhere to spend it. I heard that Beiye women have a beautiful waist, and I want to know a thing or two about it."
The male cultivator surnamed Ji calmly took out a folding fan and shook it slightly in his hand. On the surface, he looked completely worthy of being called Young Master Zhuo Shijia, but secretly he was asking: