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Soon a huge market came into view.

And at the entrance of the market, there is a huge plaque with a few big characters written on it, dragon flying phoenix dance.

Although it was an ancient script, Ling Xian had a good understanding and could easily recognize it at a glance.

"Treasures!"

Ling Xian's eyes widened, almost thinking that he had misunderstood, but then he inquired about it, and realized that he had thought wrong.

This Hundred Treasures Club was founded by the monks who came and went from the south to the north themselves, and it was not a formal trade fair in the first place, in the final analysis, it was a gathering of cultivators, exchanging things for what they had and what they had.

But don't let that make you think so.

Because the number of monks participating is enough, there will be some incredible treasures occasionally, I heard that it is those immortal cultivators who are at the level of the Tribulation, and occasionally they will come incognito and come here to hang out, and the Scattered Cultivation Alliance is also resigned, and as time goes by, this Hundred Treasures Society is becoming more and more prosperous.

More and more monks came to visit, and almost every time, a number of remarkable treasures appeared.

Ling Xian shook his head and stepped into it.

Unlike ordinary markets, there are so many monks here that it is difficult to describe in words, and the streets are full of people......

The sound of hawking is even louder and louder, and as far as the eye can see, there are large and small shops everywhere.

Here, monks can sell what they don't need, or they can go around looking for the treasures you need, or as the saying goes, exchange ideas.

A material, or a certain magic weapon, may have no use in your eyes, and it may even be said to be a waste, but in the eyes of other monks, it may be a coveted treasure.

Ling Xian also watched with interest.

Not to mention, there are so many types that he is also dazzled.

There were many of these things that Ling Xian couldn't recognize at all.

This is not unusual, there are so many types of heavenly materials and earth treasures in the immortal cultivation world, it is difficult to explain clearly in one word, let alone Ling Xian, even if the true immortal is mortal, it is impossible to recognize them all.

Ling Xian only needed to find the treasure that was useful to him.

However, after several hours of shopping, nothing was found.

Ling Xian didn't feel discouraged either.

After all, what he needed now was a spiritual object that would help break through the bottleneck of the Tribulation Period, how could something of this level be encountered casually?

Ling Xian is not in a hurry, until the end of the trade fair during the Tribulation Period, this Hundred Treasure Fair will continue to be held.

I still have plenty of time.

So he was not in a hurry at all, and at the end of the long street, there was an attic, and a big word "tea" came into view, and a smile appeared on the corner of Ling Xian's mouth, and he walked over slowly.

Suddenly, he slowed down and turned his head to the left.

A large group of monks gathered around an inconspicuous corner.

Ling Xian couldn't help but be a little surprised.

There is something counterintuitive about this.

It must be known that most of the immortal cultivators are indifferent, and they rarely gather around to watch the excitement.

Ling Xian also walked over slowly.

Although this was different from his usual style, Ling Xian didn't believe that there were any other risks in this Hundred Treasure Society, after all, he was now considered a top existence in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

There are a lot of people, seven or eight out of ten of them are immortal cultivators above the Yuan infant stage, and many acquaintances are still commenting and whispering about something.

Ling Xian frowned, and squeezed in silently.

Two monks came into view.

On the left, there is a mighty man with a rugged face and a huge mace on his shoulder.

On the right is an old man in a soap robe, with gray hair and a gloomy face.

The two were arguing fiercely about something.

And all of them exude a powerful aura all over their bodies, and the cultivation of the two of them is in the middle stage of Tongxuan.

The sound of scolding kept coming to my ears.

Ling Xian suddenly felt that something was wrong.

How so......

The scene in front of me was a little weird.

The two monks of the Xuan period had a dispute here, and a group of monks of the Yuan Infant period actually dared to watch the excitement from the side, they were not afraid that the two would disagree and fight, and their own people would be affected by the pond fish?

All in all, it doesn't make sense.

Is it a trap......

This thought swirled through his mind, and Ling Xian withdrew without hesitation.

To be sure, Ling Xian's reaction was not unfast.

But it was already too late, with a loud shout, those Yuan Infant Stage monks showed hideous and nervous expressions one by one, each stretched out his hand on his waist and patted it, took out a colorful array flag, waved it slightly, and suddenly countless balls of light appeared, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

Ling Xian felt that the world was spinning, and he secretly screamed in his heart.

The strength of these Yuan Infant Cultivators is not worth mentioning, but this formation has a lot of power.

Sure enough, it's a trap.

The other party's purpose is to deal with themselves.

Just to do it in this treasure club, they are inevitably too bold.

However, Ling Xian didn't know that his idea was wrong.

Originally, the Hundred Treasures Association was not an official trade fair, but a spontaneous place for monks who traveled from the south to the north, and the Scattered Cultivation Alliance neither prevented nor encouraged it, and adopted an attitude of resigned to it.

So there is no one to maintain order, and there is a mixture of dragons and snakes in the Baibao Society, so all kinds of skirmishes are continuous!

As long as it's not too much, no one cares.

Of course, if it goes too far, it is not easy for the Scattered Cultivation Alliance to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

And this trap laid by the other party is obviously to cut through the mess quickly.

Three times five divided by two, Ling Xian will be destroyed.

It's just that I'm not familiar with life here, so of course I can't talk about having an enemy, who wants to deal with me?

However, there is no time to delve into it now, except for the formations driven by those Yuan Infant Stage cultivators, the two Tongxuan Stage Immortal Cultivators who were arguing just now also turned their heads together, and each sacrificed their natal magic weapons.

I saw that the big man danced the mace on his shoulder, and suddenly conjured a monster in the shape of a centipede.

It is said to be a centipede, but it is ridiculously large, more than ten zhang long, extremely vicious, and black pillars of light erupt from its mouth, viciously like Ling Xian pounced.

As for the old man in the soap robe, the shape of the treasure sacrificed was even more peculiar, a bit like Wu Hook, but if you looked closely, it was different, exuding a cold aura and roaring towards Ling Xian.

Sneak attack!

All of a sudden, Ling Xian fell into the trap.

And the other party shot ruthlessly, the purpose was to put himself to death.

It can be said that it is an ambush on all sides, if you change to a cultivator in the Xuan Period, seven or eight out of ten will not be able to resist, even if it does not fall, this time, it must be seriously injured, and then it will be slaughtered by others.

It's a pity that for Ling Xian, it seems a little insufficient.