"These slaves are related to the city lord of Donglaixian Village. ”

"The owner of the Feng ship abducted a large number of slaves from Donglai and other national pits, which was to be sold to Donglai Xiancun. Slaves were a much-needed cargo on Spirit Island. Mining farms require a large number of slaves. ”

"It's a small matter to kill the owner of Feng Chuan, but if you don't sell the slaves to the Immortal Village, this will definitely offend the city lord of Donglai Immortal Village. ”

"The fog of this Spirit Island keeps all worldly ships out, and ordinary warriors' ships can't enter at all. What is the reason why the ship owner Feng is allowed to enter the mist? It is not a slave trade, and it is allowed by the city lord of Donglai, otherwise where can his ship enter. ”

The permanent deputy owner explained to Ye Mo in great distress.

"If I don't sell it, what will happen to it? Will Xiancun not let our ship dock, or forcibly take these slaves?"

Ye Mo's face also sank.

"Not really! These slaves have not yet been sold to Xiancun, and their disposal rights are still in your hands, and the city lord of Donglai Xiancun will not forcibly buy and sell. ”

"However, it is very difficult for a warrior to survive on Spirit Island. Even if you give them freedom, it won't be long before some warriors can't survive and may sell themselves into slavery! Unless, the immortal master has a way to settle them and give them a clear way. ”

The deputy owner said embarrassedly.

"Is it that hard?"

Ye Mo was stunned for a moment and said, "I have just broken through the Yuanshen realm, and it is also the first time to go to Spirit Island, and I still have to figure out how to cultivate, how can I place them!"

Chang Fei smiled bitterly.

He could see that Ye Mo had no intention of collecting these captive slaves.

"In the last firefight, there were a lot of prisoners and pirates killed on board! Others, let them go. ”

Ye Mo thought for a moment, and then said, "No matter what the situation on the island is, this sea ship still has to be kept. If you can't stay here, go somewhere else. ”

"Yes! The villain will arrange it!"

The permanent deputy owner immediately agreed.

The ship slowly sailed out of the misty zone, and a huge island appeared in front of it. The island is filled with mist, verdant trees, and a vibrant atmosphere.

On the edge of this Ling Island, there is a large ferry, and dozens of large and small sea vessels are moored at the busy ferry port of Ling Island. It's crowded and busy.

The warriors on the sea ship all flocked to the sides of the deck ship, looking excitedly at the Lingdao in the distance.

"East Lerling Island!"

"It's here, we've finally arrived at Donglaixian Village!"

The warriors shouted for joy and shouted to vent their excitement.

This is the place that carries their dream of cultivating immortals.

Ye Mo looked at Lingdao excitedly.

The smallest one at the ferry port was as big as the one he was riding.

There are also several incomparably luxurious giant sea vessels, hundreds of feet long, like a small mountain, flying various flags of sea vessels.

There are private sea vessels, as well as chambers of commerce and sea vessels organized by various powerful forces.

At the ferry, some warriors got up and down from the cargo ships, carrying boxes of heavy goods on their shoulders, as well as spiritual trees and the like, and carried them down.

"Those luxurious giant ships are all immortal cultivators' ships, made of third-order spirit wood, which can resist the weak storms of the sea. It's hard for ordinary little Kraken beasts to destroy the hull of a ship!"

The deputy owner of the boat was extremely envious, "The porters who work at the ferry are all warriors. The immortals were reluctant to do these stupid jobs, so they let the warriors do it. If you do this kind of work every day, you can get a lot of gold and silver. ”

"Gold and silver, this spirit island also uses gold and silver?"

Ye Mo was surprised.

"Yes, martial artists working on Spirit Island can only get gold and silver as a reward, which can be used to buy secular herbs and quench their bodies. Among the immortals, they used spirit stones to trade spiritual objects. ”

The permanent deputy owner nodded.

Ye Mo was a little emotional.

Working here every day, where is the energy to pursue the fairy way. If it weren't for his encounter on the Nameless Island, wouldn't he be like these warriors here when he arrived here?

Ye Mo's big sea boat slowly docked at a berth at the ferry.

Ye Mo, Mo Ling, Wang Hu, Yang You, Gao Jian, Huang Yi and other twenty warriors got off the boat together and stepped on the ground of Ling Island.

As for the other warriors on the ship, they had already rushed ashore from the boat excitedly and ran towards the island, wanting to see the true face of the fairy village.

They had regained their freedom, and Ye Mo rarely restrained them.

Ye Mo took a deep breath, wandering on the sea for more than a month, experiencing twists and turns, once again down-to-earth, and suddenly had an extremely down-to-earth feeling in his heart. On this spiritual island, it is much more practical than a raft floating in the vast sea.

Ye Mo's expression stretched, and he felt that the air on this island seemed to contain a strong vitality.

There's a thin aura in the air?

Ye Mo suddenly remembered that there was an introduction in the ancient book of immortal cultivation left by Li Zhao, the aura of Lingdao was very strong, much better than ordinary places, and it was very suitable for immortal cultivators to cultivate.

The air on this spiritual island contained an aura that refreshed him.

In fact, as the ship slowly approached, Ye Mo noticed it. Now that I'm on Spirit Island, this feeling is even stronger.

It's no wonder that the island is known as East Lering Island.

Donglai Immortal Village was built on this spiritual island, it must be because it has a strong spiritual aura, which is suitable for immortal cultivators to cultivate.

Ye Mo was thoughtful.

"Hey, what are those tall stakes for?"

Wang Hu pointed to the rows of huge and towering spiritual wood stakes behind the dock in surprise. These spirit trees are all frighteningly thick, the thickest ones are more than two or three feet in diameter, and the thin ones are more than a foot thick.

The gap between the stakes is very small, and even if people want to pass through, it is not easy.

Everyone looked over and let out a burst of exclamation. They had never seen such a thick spirit tree at all. Originally, on the nameless island, the spirit wood was only as thick as the mouth of the bowl.

"This is the anti-beast wall of the ship ferry, specially used to resist the collision of the Kraken beast and protect the ferry. They are all second-order, or even third-order spirit trees. However, don't fight the idea of these spirit trees, once they are discovered, they will be directly killed, and there is no room for turning around, this is related to the safety of the ferry! The city walls of Donglai Immortal Village are also made of third-order spirit wood, which is extremely thick and solid. ”

The deputy owner of the permanent ship said that they were all newcomers and said in detail.

Just as they were walking towards the ferry, another large sea ship slowly approached the pier and anchored steadily at a berth next to it.

This sea ship is much bigger than Ye Mo's sea ship. Although it is not the most luxurious kind of large sea ship, the material is at least medium-grade spirit wood, and the arrangement on it is also more luxurious. There was a "Zheng Clan" flag flying, apparently the private sea boat of a certain immortal cultivator.

A large number of sea ships were moored here, and Ye Mo and the others didn't care about this new sea ship.

"Ha Luha, Chang Deputy Ship Owner, I haven't seen you for a long time! What about you Ship Master Feng, how about the 'goods' sent over this time?" At this time, a middle-aged brocade-clothed warrior with a big belly walked towards Ye Mo and the others from inside the ferry. He recognized Chang Fei at a glance, and greeted him with a smile.

Chang Fei hurriedly walked over and talked to the man in brocade.

After a while, the brocade-clothed man looked surprised, and glanced at Ye Mo with strange eyes, and his expression seemed to be a little unhappy. However, he didn't make any other moves, and turned around and left.

"Immortal Master, that person just now is a snake head, working in the mines on the island, and is specifically responsible for contacting the purchase of slaves. He just came here and asked how much it cost to trade slaves. ”

Chang Fei then reported to Ye Mo, showing a wry smile, "The villain said that he changed the owner of the ship, and he didn't sell slaves this time, he seems to be a little dissatisfied with you! However, I told him that you are an immortal, and he doesn't dare to offend you." ”

Ye Mo looked at the back of the man in brocade and shook his head gently. He saved hundreds of captive slaves on the pirate ship, which was equivalent to cutting off the money of the snakehead. This snake head must be very unhappy in his heart.

"What is the background of this snakehead, and will it cause trouble?"

Mo Ling asked with some concern.

"The villain doesn't know much about the background of this snakehead. He himself was just an ordinary martial artist, but he had the support of the immortals of the mine behind him. It is forbidden to fight privately on this spirit island, and he should not dare to do anything. ”

Chang Fei shook his head with a wry smile and said.

"Don't think about it so much, let's go to Donglai Immortal Village first! With this kung fu, it's better to settle down in this immortal village as soon as possible and improve your strength."

Ye Mo smiled, he didn't bother to pay attention to this snakehead.

Everyone nodded, and was about to leave the ferry and head towards Xiancun.

At this time, the sea ship that had just docked and hoisted the flag of the "Zheng Clan" walked down from the ship with a large group of warriors in Chinese costumes surrounded by a middle-aged monk with a graceful bearing.

Among the people closest to the middle-aged monk was a young warrior in Chinese costumes.

The young man looked humble and seemed to be in close contact with the middle-aged monk, and the two talked as they walked.

"Yiqing, this is Donglailing Island! Although there is only one village-level immortal city on this island, you should not think of it as a secular village. The strength of such an immortal village is even stronger than the capital of the strongest country on the Kyushu continent!"

"Thank you uncle for reminding me, my nephew knows what to say! Uncle be careful when you get off the boat!"

Zheng Yiqing's tone was respectful, and he obediently held the arm of the middle-aged monk.

Speaking of which, Zheng Yiqing also felt amazing for his good luck.

He attacked Ye Mo and his gang, and after the defeat, he fled to the sea on a spirit raft with seven or eight of his men in a rage, and sailed in the direction of Donglai Xian Village according to the sea chart.

After drifting at sea for a while, losing several of his men, he lost his way.

Just when Zheng Yiqing was almost desperate, he encountered an immortal cultivator's sea ship at sea.

Under questioning, the owner of the ship was Zheng Hongjun, a monk from Donglai Xian Village, and this Zheng Hongjun turned out to be a member of the Zheng Guo Zheng family.

The two of them are one generation, and the immortal cultivator Zheng Hongjun is Zheng Yiqing's uncle. Zheng Yiqing's great-grandfather, Zheng Guo's old monarch, is Zheng Hongjun's grandfather. This uncle left Zheng Guo since he was a child and went with an East China Sea monk to cultivate immortals.

Just when he was about to despair, he suddenly met a relative of an immortal cultivator. This luck almost made Zheng Yiqing feel incredible.