Chapter 934
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A month later, somewhere in the northwest of Zhongtian continent, hidden in the gray mist, lies a dark and gloomy building complex, covering an area of about tens of acres, in which there are tall towers, attics, palaces, and a layer of ellipsoidal light magic barrier enveloping all the buildings.
The gray and black air floats gently over the building, isolating everything here from the outside world.
Within the mana boundary, you can see people in gray clothes galloping around from time to time, which is quite lively.
In a secret room at the top of a ten story black tower, an old man with a dove face in a purple robe is sitting cross legged.
His face was as thin as a ghost, and his eyes were deeply sunken. He looked as thin as a skeleton.
The Jiumian old man is meditating. In his arms, he holds a piece of black crystal stone in each hand. From time to time, a light gray Air flies out of the crystal stone and is inhaled by the old man.
In the chamber of secrets, the void suddenly fluctuated, and a figure appeared out of thin air, standing two steps away from the old Hatoyama.
"You are the old man of jackdaw school?" The figure was covered with a thin layer of black air. He could not see his face clearly, but his voice seemed to be a young man.
The old Hatoyama was frightened. He was about to do something when he made a sharp sound. A cold and sharp object came up against his forehead. A slight tingling sensation came.
The old Hatoyama suddenly became stiff. He had no doubt that if he moved again, his head would be punctured immediately.
His secret room is completely closed, and there are countless array prohibitions on the top and bottom of the whole tower, but this man can sneak in quietly in front of him, which can explain the problem.
"Is he a monk in Zhendan kingdom?"
The old Hatoyama didn't dare to let out his divine sense to sense the cultivation of the black figure, but he had no choice but to give an honest answer
"Yes, I am Wu Shen. What can I do for you?"
"Let me ask you, five years ago, in the Tongyang mountains in the southeast of the mainland, did you ever come into contact with a middle-aged monk in white with scarred face?" The black figure said faintly, although the tone was gentle, it faintly revealed a evil spirit.
The old Hatoyama felt a sudden chill in his heart. He tried his best to collect the ups and downs in his mind. Finally he recalled his long journey a few years ago and said in a hurry:
"What you said is true. I was just in the late stage of crystallization. I went to the Tongyang mountains to search for some medicine. I once joined a hunting group. There was such a person in the hunting group."
"Good. How much do you know about this man?" The voice of the black figure rose a little.
"The man called himself fan. He was a sanxiu of Zhendan Kingdom and one of the leaders of the hunting group. He was very powerful in both skills and spirit weapons. However, his personality is lonely and seldom communicate with others. The younger generation only stayed in the hunting group for half a year. Later, because they found the necessary medicine, they left the hunting group for an excuse. Later, they didn't stay in the Tongyang mountains, so that's all they knew about it. "
The old Hatoyama didn't know what the black figure wanted to know, but he also knew that only by fully cooperating with each other could he survive, so he searched his stomach and tried hard to recall the memory that was very common to him.
"Apart from that, is it not? Think about it. Don't let go of any details. " The black figure said in an unquestionable voice.
"By the way, master, I remember... That man should be an alchemist, and his alchemy technique is quite clever." Jiumian old man seems to suddenly think of something, a voice said.
"Go on." The black air around the black figure rolled slightly.
"During that hunting, the hunting group once chased a golden eyed poisonous ape to the mouth of a valley full of miasma. The friar surnamed fan collected some spiritual materials in the hunting group and made several poison elixirs for us to wear to shield the miasma in the valley." So said the old Hatoyama.
"Oh? Is that chemical poison pill still on you The black figure sounds a little excited.
"No, after killing the golden eye poison ape, the man took the Huadu pill back." Jiumian said quickly.
The black figure was silent for a moment, and then said faintly:
"Give me the list of the members of that hunting group and the places where you fought in Tongyang mountains, and mark them out in detail on the map."
"Yes, master." The old Hatoyama was stunned when he heard the words, but he immediately agreed with joy. He took out a burnt yellow map, thought it over carefully for a while, and then marked several places on it.
Later, he took out a blank jade slip and pasted it on his forehead. He pinched it with one hand to release his mental energy. He carefully copied the map into it and was very obedient.
A quarter of an hour later, the black figure quietly flew out of the tower of Hanya sect and landed on a cliff not far away.
The black air on the figure slowly dissipates, revealing Liu Ming's figure. But at the moment, his brow is tightly wrinkled, and his expression is quite depressed.
In the past month, according to the information recorded on the jade slips, he has been tracking down the whereabouts of the thousand magic people everywhere, but the harvest is very small.
That person seems to be extremely cautious. Every time he stays in a place or contacts someone, he will eliminate all traces.
This time, Liu Ming finds out the old Hatoyama, who has been in direct contact with him. Unexpectedly, he still can't find his exact whereabouts.
"However, it's a small gain to know that the magic spirit of Qianhuan man is good at alchemy. It would be better to get the alchemy made by this man." Liu sighed and murmured to himself.
The netherworld soul searching technique can sense the body in a certain range with some fragmentary breath. Even the residual mana in refining pills is enough for its casting.
He had been able to kill several evil practitioners in a short period of two years because of this magical tracking technique.
After a while of uncertainty, Liu Ming turned his hand, and the white light in his hand flashed. The jade given by the old man appeared in his hand.
In a word, the old Hatoyama man is quite knowledgeable. He not only lists the members of the hunting group five years ago, but also the general identity and origin of these people he knows.
However, most of them even have vague names and can only be called by surnames.
For this kind of hunting group composed of scattered monks, they usually gather together by chance. Because of the same purpose, they form a long-term or short-term organization. They usually go into some dangerous areas to do some hunting tasks, such as hunting monsters, exploring relics, collecting spiritual materials and herbs.
Because they are very free to go and stay, the members are quite complicated, they are on guard against each other, and they usually don't disclose their real names.
According to Liu Ming's judgment, most of the people on the list are untraceable. However, the leader of the hunting regiment, in addition to friar fan, who was demonized by Qianhuan people, also ordered friar Zhendan, who had a left surname.
About this person, the old Hatoyama explained in detail:
"Zuo Gongquan, the leader of a small sect and the main collector of the hunting regiment in the Tongyang mountains..."
"It's good to have a name and a surname. Since he is the leader of the hunting group together with the thousand magic people, he should know more about it than the old Hatoyama." After Liu Ming thought about it, as soon as his sleeves and robes were raised, he sacrificed the jade boat of Dai Yue. After floating on it, the flying boat turned into a red shadow and galloped away towards the distance.
……
Tongyang mountain range is a medium-sized mountain range close to the southeast of Zhongtian continent. It stretches tens of thousands of miles from west to East. Most of the mountain ranges are copper iron ore veins, so it gets its name.
In this mountain range, the vitality of heaven and earth is strong. Among them, demons and beasts are frequent, and there are also many spiritual grasses. Many monks come here to hunt, including high-level monks in Huajing period and Zhendan realm. In addition, there are also some small sects taking root here.
In the east of the mountain range, there is a flat depression, where more than 100 buildings of different heights are arranged, forming a large square city.
At this moment, it is noon, and the flow of people in the square city is like a river, noisy and lively.
In a prominent position in the central square of Fangshi City, there is a three story high imposing wooden attic. On the door is a huge black and glossy plaque, on which are justly written the three characters "Jubao building" in gold paint. Under the direct sunlight, it glitters and is particularly eye-catching.
The space in the attic is also quite open, with rows of counters on display, which are full of pills, talismans, spirit grass, monster materials, etc. from time to time, people come in and out of the shop.
The business is so prosperous, the shopkeeper and the guys in the shop are naturally all smiling and greeting the business in the shop harder.
In the middle of the year, the old shopkeeper talked with a guest who came forward to inquire for a few words, and then involuntarily glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor.
In a word, in this market, the larger shops are supported by powerful forces.
Just now, Zuo Gongquan, the real owner behind the scenes of Jubao building, who seldom comes to the shop at ordinary times, took a middle-aged monk in a blue shirt to the second floor.
When the owner comes to inspect the shop, the people below should pay more attention to make a good impression.
At the same time, in the elegant room on the second floor of the attic, an old man in a leather robe was sitting on the main seat. His shoulders were wide and his back was wide, and he was tall. Even when he was sitting, he was dignified.
Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man in a blue shirt, with a sallow complexion and a sickly appearance. Only a pair of eyes were bright, giving people a feeling that can not be underestimated.
"Ye Daoyou turned out to be a monk of the shadow demon sect. Zuo is really disrespectful." Zuo Gongquan looked at a black token in his hand, which was engraved with three ancient words. He immediately handed the token back to the man in green shirt, and arched his hand at the same time.
Although biyanmen is famous in the Tongyang mountains, it is only a third rate sect at best, which can't be compared with the ten thousand year old sect like the shadow demon sect.
In the old man's eyes, the green shirt man on the other side has a hazy and confused breath. With his mid-term spirit of true alchemy, he can't see the real cultivation of the other side. Naturally, he looks at the other side more highly.
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A month later, somewhere in the northwest of Zhongtian continent, hidden in the gray mist, lies a dark and gloomy building complex, covering an area of about tens of acres, in which there are tall towers, attics, palaces, and a layer of ellipsoidal light magic barrier enveloping all the buildings.
The gray and black air floats gently over the building, isolating everything here from the outside world.
Within the mana boundary, you can see people in gray clothes galloping around from time to time, which is quite lively.
In a secret room at the top of a ten story black tower, an old man with a dove face in a purple robe is sitting cross legged.
His face was as thin as a ghost, and his eyes were deeply sunken. He looked as thin as a skeleton.
The Jiumian old man is meditating. In his arms, he holds a piece of black crystal stone in each hand. From time to time, a light gray Air flies out of the crystal stone and is inhaled by the old man.
In the chamber of secrets, the void suddenly fluctuated, and a figure appeared out of thin air, standing two steps away from the old Hatoyama.
"You are the old man of jackdaw school?" The figure was covered with a thin layer of black air. He could not see his face clearly, but his voice seemed to be a young man.
The old Hatoyama was frightened. He was about to do something when he made a sharp sound. A cold and sharp object came up against his forehead. A slight tingling sensation came.
The old Hatoyama suddenly became stiff. He had no doubt that if he moved again, his head would be punctured immediately.
His secret room is completely closed, and there are countless array prohibitions on the top and bottom of the whole tower, but this man can sneak in quietly in front of him, which can explain the problem.
"Is he a monk in Zhendan kingdom?"
The old Hatoyama didn't dare to let out his divine sense to sense the cultivation of the black figure, but he had no choice but to give an honest answer
"Yes, I am Wu Shen. What can I do for you?"
"Let me ask you, five years ago, in the Tongyang mountains in the southeast of the mainland, did you ever come into contact with a middle-aged monk in white with scarred face?" The black figure said faintly, although the tone was gentle, it faintly revealed a evil spirit.
The old Hatoyama felt a sudden chill in his heart. He tried his best to collect the ups and downs in his mind. Finally he recalled his long journey a few years ago and said in a hurry:
"What you said is true. I was just in the late stage of crystallization. I went to the Tongyang mountains to search for some medicine. I once joined a hunting group. There was such a person in the hunting group."
"Good. How much do you know about this man?" The voice of the black figure rose a little.
"The man called himself fan. He was a sanxiu of Zhendan Kingdom and one of the leaders of the hunting group. He was very powerful in both skills and spirit weapons. However, his personality is lonely and seldom communicate with others. The younger generation only stayed in the hunting group for half a year. Later, because they found the necessary medicine, they left the hunting group for an excuse. Later, they didn't stay in the Tongyang mountains, so that's all they knew about it. "
The old Hatoyama didn't know what the black figure wanted to know, but he also knew that only by fully cooperating with each other could he survive, so he searched his stomach and tried hard to recall the memory that was very common to him.
"Apart from that, is it not? Think about it. Don't let go of any details. " The black figure said in an unquestionable voice.
"By the way, master, I remember... That man should be an alchemist, and his alchemy technique is quite clever." Jiumian old man seems to suddenly think of something, a voice said.
"Go on." The black air around the black figure rolled slightly.
"During that hunting, the hunting group once chased a golden eyed poisonous ape to the mouth of a valley full of miasma. The friar surnamed fan collected some spiritual materials in the hunting group and made several poison elixirs for us to wear to shield the miasma in the valley." So said the old Hatoyama.
"Oh? Is that chemical poison pill still on you The black figure sounds a little excited.
"No, after killing the golden eye poison ape, the man took the Huadu pill back." Jiumian said quickly.
The black figure was silent for a moment, and then said faintly:
"Give me the list of the members of that hunting group and the places where you fought in Tongyang mountains, and mark them out in detail on the map."
"Yes, master." The old Hatoyama was stunned when he heard the words, but he immediately agreed with joy. He took out a burnt yellow map, thought it over carefully for a while, and then marked several places on it.
Later, he took out a blank jade slip and pasted it on his forehead. He pinched it with one hand to release his mental energy. He carefully copied the map into it and was very obedient.
A quarter of an hour later, the black figure quietly flew out of the tower of Hanya sect and landed on a cliff not far away.
The black air on the figure slowly dissipates, revealing Liu Ming's figure. But at the moment, his brow is tightly wrinkled, and his expression is quite depressed.
In the past month, according to the information recorded on the jade slips, he has been tracking down the whereabouts of the thousand magic people everywhere, but the harvest is very small.
That person seems to be extremely cautious. Every time he stays in a place or contacts someone, he will eliminate all traces.
This time, Liu Ming finds out the old Hatoyama, who has been in direct contact with him. Unexpectedly, he still can't find his exact whereabouts.
"However, it's a small gain to know that the magic spirit of Qianhuan man is good at alchemy. It would be better to get the alchemy made by this man." Liu sighed and murmured to himself.
The netherworld soul searching technique can sense the body in a certain range with some fragmentary breath. Even the residual mana in refining pills is enough for its casting.
He had been able to kill several evil practitioners in a short period of two years because of this magical tracking technique.
After a while of uncertainty, Liu Ming turned his hand, and the white light in his hand flashed. The jade given by the old man appeared in his hand.
In a word, the old Hatoyama man is quite knowledgeable. He not only lists the members of the hunting group five years ago, but also the general identity and origin of these people he knows.
However, most of them even have vague names and can only be called by surnames.
For this kind of hunting group composed of scattered monks, they usually gather together by chance. Because of the same purpose, they form a long-term or short-term organization. They usually go into some dangerous areas to do some hunting tasks, such as hunting monsters, exploring relics, collecting spiritual materials and herbs.
Because they are very free to go and stay, the members are quite complicated, they are on guard against each other, and they usually don't disclose their real names.
According to Liu Ming's judgment, most of the people on the list are untraceable. However, the leader of the hunting regiment, in addition to friar fan, who was demonized by Qianhuan people, also ordered friar Zhendan, who had a left surname.
About this person, the old Hatoyama explained in detail:
"Zuo Gongquan, the leader of a small sect and the main collector of the hunting regiment in the Tongyang mountains..."
"It's good to have a name and a surname. Since he is the leader of the hunting group together with the thousand magic people, he should know more about it than the old Hatoyama." After Liu Ming thought about it, as soon as his sleeves and robes were raised, he sacrificed the jade boat of Dai Yue. After floating on it, the flying boat turned into a red shadow and galloped away towards the distance.
……
Tongyang mountain range is a medium-sized mountain range close to the southeast of Zhongtian continent. It stretches tens of thousands of miles from west to East. Most of the mountain ranges are copper iron ore veins, so it gets its name.
In this mountain range, the vitality of heaven and earth is strong. Among them, demons and beasts are frequent, and there are also many spiritual grasses. Many monks come here to hunt, including high-level monks in Huajing period and Zhendan realm. In addition, there are also some small sects taking root here.
In the east of the mountain range, there is a flat depression, where more than 100 buildings of different heights are arranged, forming a large square city.
At this moment, it is noon, and the flow of people in the square city is like a river, noisy and lively.
In a prominent position in the central square of Fangshi City, there is a three story high imposing wooden attic. On the door is a huge black and glossy plaque, on which are justly written the three characters "Jubao building" in gold paint. Under the direct sunlight, it glitters and is particularly eye-catching.
The space in the attic is also quite open, with rows of counters on display, which are full of pills, talismans, spirit grass, monster materials, etc. from time to time, people come in and out of the shop.
The business is so prosperous, the shopkeeper and the guys in the shop are naturally all smiling and greeting the business in the shop harder.
In the middle of the year, the old shopkeeper talked with a guest who came forward to inquire for a few words, and then involuntarily glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor.
In a word, in this market, the larger shops are supported by powerful forces.
Just now, Zuo Gongquan, the real owner behind the scenes of Jubao building, who seldom comes to the shop at ordinary times, took a middle-aged monk in a blue shirt to the second floor.
When the owner comes to inspect the shop, the people below should pay more attention to make a good impression.
At the same time, in the elegant room on the second floor of the attic, an old man in a leather robe was sitting on the main seat. His shoulders were wide and his back was wide, and he was tall. Even when he was sitting, he was dignified.
Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man in a blue shirt, with a sallow complexion and a sickly appearance. Only a pair of eyes were bright, giving people a feeling that can not be underestimated.
"Ye Daoyou turned out to be a monk of the shadow demon sect. Zuo is really disrespectful." Zuo Gongquan looked at a black token in his hand, which was engraved with three ancient words. He immediately handed the token back to the man in green shirt, and arched his hand at the same time.
Although biyanmen is famous in the Tongyang mountains, it is only a third rate sect at best, which can't be compared with the ten thousand year old sect like the shadow demon sect.
In the old man's eyes, the green shirt man on the other side has a hazy and confused breath. With his mid-term spirit of true alchemy, he can't see the real cultivation of the other side. Naturally, he looks at the other side more highly.
A month later, somewhere in the northwest of Zhongtian continent, hidden in the gray mist, lies a dark and gloomy building complex, covering an area of about tens of acres, in which there are tall towers, attics, palaces, and a layer of ellipsoidal light magic barrier enveloping all the buildings.The gray and black air floats gently over the building, isolating everything here from the outside world.Within the mana boundary, you can see people in gray clothes galloping around from time to time, which is quite lively.In a secret room at the top of a ten story black tower, an old man with a dove face in a purple robe is sitting cross legged.His face was as thin as a ghost, and his eyes were deeply sunken. He looked as thin as a skeleton.The Jiumian old man is meditating. In his arms, he holds a piece of black crystal stone in each hand. From time to time, a light gray Air flies out of the crystal stone and is inhaled by the old man.In the chamber of secrets, the void suddenly fluctuated, and a figure appeared out of thin air, standing two steps away from the old Hatoyama."You are the old man of jackdaw school?" The figure was covered with a thin layer of black air. He could not see his face clearly, but his voice seemed to be a young man.The old Hatoyama was frightened. He was about to do something when he made a sharp sound. A cold and sharp object came up against his forehead. A slight tingling sensation came.The old Hatoyama suddenly became stiff. He had no doubt that if he moved again, his head would be punctured immediately.His secret room is completely closed, and there are countless array prohibitions on the top and bottom of the whole tower, but this man can sneak in quietly in front of him, which can explain the problem."Is he a monk in Zhendan kingdom?"The old Hatoyama didn't dare to let out his divine sense to sense the cultivation of the black figure, but he had no choice but to give an honest answer"Yes, I am Wu Shen. What can I do for you?""Let me ask you, five years ago, in the Tongyang mountains in the southeast of the mainland, did you ever come into contact with a middle-aged monk in white with scarred face?" The black figure said faintly, although the tone was gentle, it faintly revealed a evil spirit.The old Hatoyama felt a sudden chill in his heart. He tried his best to collect the ups and downs in his mind. Finally he recalled his long journey a few years ago and said in a hurry:"What you said is true. I was just in the late stage of crystallization. I went to the Tongyang mountains to search for some medicine. I once joined a hunting group. There was such a person in the hunting group.""Good. How much do you know about this man?" The voice of the black figure rose a little."The man called himself fan. He was a sanxiu of Zhendan Kingdom and one of the leaders of the hunting group. He was very powerful in both skills and spirit weapons. However, his personality is lonely and seldom communicate with others. The younger generation only stayed in the hunting group for half a year. Later, because they found the necessary medicine, they left the hunting group for an excuse. Later, they didn't stay in the Tongyang mountains, so that's all they knew about it. "The old Hatoyama didn't know what the black figure wanted to know, but he also knew that only by fully cooperating with each other could he survive, so he searched his stomach and tried hard to recall the memory that was very common to him."Apart from that, is it not? Think about it. Don't let go of any details. " The black figure said in an unquestionable voice."By the way, master, I remember... That man should be an alchemist, and his alchemy technique is quite clever." Jiumian old man seems to suddenly think of something, a voice said."Go on." The black air around the black figure rolled slightly."During that hunting, the hunting group once chased a golden eyed poisonous ape to the mouth of a valley full of miasma. The friar surnamed fan collected some spiritual materials in the hunting group and made several poison elixirs for us to wear to shield the miasma in the valley." So said the old Hatoyama."Oh? Is that chemical poison pill still on you The black figure sounds a little excited."No, after killing the golden eye poison ape, the man took the Huadu pill back." Jiumian said quickly.The black figure was silent for a moment, and then said faintly:"Give me the list of the members of that hunting group and the places where you fought in Tongyang mountains, and mark them out in detail on the map.""Yes, master." The old Hatoyama was stunned when he heard the words, but he immediately agreed with joy. He took out a burnt yellow map, thought it over carefully for a while, and then marked several places on it.Later, he took out a blank jade slip and pasted it on his forehead. He pinched it with one hand to release his mental energy. He carefully copied the map into it and was very obedient.A quarter of an hour later, the black figure quietly flew out of the tower of Hanya sect and landed on a cliff not far away.The black air on the figure slowly dissipates, revealing Liu Ming's figure. But at the moment, his brow is tightly wrinkled, and his expression is quite depressed.In the past month, according to the information recorded on the jade slips, he has been tracking down the whereabouts of the thousand magic people everywhere, but the harvest is very small.That person seems to be extremely cautious. Every time he stays in a place or contacts someone, he will eliminate all traces.This time, Liu Ming finds out the old Hatoyama, who has been in direct contact with him. Unexpectedly, he still can't find his exact whereabouts."However, it's a small gain to know that the magic spirit of Qianhuan man is good at alchemy. It would be better to get the alchemy made by this man." Liu sighed and murmured to himself.The netherworld soul searching technique can sense the body in a certain range with some fragmentary breath. Even the residual mana in refining pills is enough for its casting.He had been able to kill several evil practitioners in a short period of two years because of this magical tracking technique.After a while of uncertainty, Liu Ming turned his hand, and the white light in his hand flashed. The jade given by the old man appeared in his hand.In a word, the old Hatoyama man is quite knowledgeable. He not only lists the members of the hunting group five years ago, but also the general identity and origin of these people he knows.However, most of them even have vague names and can only be called by surnames.For this kind of hunting group composed of scattered monks, they usually gather together by chance. Because of the same purpose, they form a long-term or short-term organization. They usually go into some dangerous areas to do some hunting tasks, such as hunting monsters, exploring relics, collecting spiritual materials and herbs.Because they are very free to go and stay, the members are quite complicated, they are on guard against each other, and they usually don't disclose their real names.According to Liu Ming's judgment, most of the people on the list are untraceable. However, the leader of the hunting regiment, in addition to friar fan, who was demonized by Qianhuan people, also ordered friar Zhendan, who had a left surname.About this person, the old Hatoyama explained in detail:"Zuo Gongquan, the leader of a small sect and the main collector of the hunting regiment in the Tongyang mountains...""It's good to have a name and a surname. Since he is the leader of the hunting group together with the thousand magic people, he should know more about it than the old Hatoyama." After Liu Ming thought about it, as soon as his sleeves and robes were raised, he sacrificed the jade boat of Dai Yue. After floating on it, the flying boat turned into a red shadow and galloped away towards the distance.Tongyang mountain range is a medium-sized mountain range close to the southeast of Zhongtian continent. It stretches tens of thousands of miles from west to East. Most of the mountain ranges are copper iron ore veins, so it gets its name.In this mountain range, the vitality of heaven and earth is strong. Among them, demons and beasts are frequent, and there are also many spiritual grasses. Many monks come here to hunt, including high-level monks in Huajing period and Zhendan realm. In addition, there are also some small sects taking root here.In the east of the mountain range, there is a flat depression, where more than 100 buildings of different heights are arranged, forming a large square city.At this moment, it is noon, and the flow of people in the square city is like a river, noisy and lively.In a prominent position in the central square of Fangshi City, there is a three story high imposing wooden attic. On the door is a huge black and glossy plaque, on which are justly written the three characters "Jubao building" in gold paint. Under the direct sunlight, it glitters and is particularly eye-catching.The space in the attic is also quite open, with rows of counters on display, which are full of pills, talismans, spirit grass, monster materials, etc. from time to time, people come in and out of the shop.The business is so prosperous, the shopkeeper and the guys in the shop are naturally all smiling and greeting the business in the shop harder.In the middle of the year, the old shopkeeper talked with a guest who came forward to inquire for a few words, and then involuntarily glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor.In a word, in this market, the larger shops are supported by powerful forces.Just now, Zuo Gongquan, the real owner behind the scenes of Jubao building, who seldom comes to the shop at ordinary times, took a middle-aged monk in a blue shirt to the second floor.When the owner comes to inspect the shop, the people below should pay more attention to make a good impression.At the same time, in the elegant room on the second floor of the attic, an old man in a leather robe was sitting on the main seat. His shoulders were wide and his back was wide, and he was tall. Even when he was sitting, he was dignified.Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man in a blue shirt, with a sallow complexion and a sickly appearance. Only a pair of eyes were bright, giving people a feeling that can not be underestimated."Ye Daoyou turned out to be a monk of the shadow demon sect. Zuo is really disrespectful." Zuo Gongquan looked at a black token in his hand, which was engraved with three ancient words. He immediately handed the token back to the man in green shirt, and arched his hand at the same time.Although biyanmen is famous in the Tongyang mountains, it is only a third rate sect at best, which can't be compared with the ten thousand year old sect like the shadow demon sect.In the old man's eyes, the green shirt man on the other side has a hazy and confused breath. With his mid-term spirit of true alchemy, he can't see the real cultivation of the other side. Naturally, he looks at the other side more highly.
