The sea is blue and calm, like an endless sapphire, shimmering in the bright sun.

The breeze was gentle, the faint clouds floated, and seabirds frolicked in the clouds, disturbing the rare tranquility a little.

It's a good day.

Compare it with a day ago, the wind howling thousands of miles away, the torrential rain like a curtain, such weather, the calm beauty of the sea, is very nostalgic.

A fiery red streamer swept by, stirring up the clouds, stirring the air current, and pressing out the white waves, breaking all this in an instant.

In the streamer, Zhang Fan held Ling'er in his arms, looked back a little from time to time, and more time, he was desperately urging the black nest to fly towards Fang City at the fastest speed.

This is naturally not afraid of being caught up by Shenxiao Sect and others, in this boundless sea, it is not much easier to find two people than to find a needle, not to mention that Shi Zhongtian's last blow made such a big movement, I am afraid that it is the entanglement of Xingjun's door, which is enough for them to drink a pot.

However, thinking of the little enemy bird that was released by Ling'er, Zhang Fan's heart was full of hair, how dare he stay longer?

Although Ling'er thought that it would not take revenge, and it saw that they did get along well, but in case it was not, the sky was full of enemy birds, this was really terrifying, Zhang Fan would rather rush to the encirclement of the Shenxiao Sect and the Hundred Medicine Sect again, rather than encounter such a once.

Fortunately, the small island and reef where they originally stayed were not very far from the location of Fang City, as long as they flew faster, it was the enemy birds who got the news, and if they really wanted to retaliate, at most it would rain dung in Lihaifang City for a few hundred years, anyway, he didn't care.

If it weren't for that, he really wouldn't dare to release the enemy bird just by Ling'er's words.

In addition to the threat of the enemy bird, Zhang Fan did not want to stay overseas for other reasons.

In this overseas area, things are complicated, not to mention encountering strong enemies one after another, and there are troubles everywhere, if it was before yesterday, he didn't care, after all, whether it was experience or treasure hunting, it was what he needed.

But today, as long as he thinks of the Nine Turns of Qiankun Ding lying quietly in the Qiankun bag, he is satisfied, and he has nothing else to think about, and he really doesn't want to get involved in any inexplicable things anymore.

With such an idea, Zhang Fan urged the light to the extreme, and soon, he saw that where the sea and the sky meet, a horizon line faintly appeared.

...... In the coastal market, bustling, crowded, it seems to be more prosperous than the previous period of time, especially on the street of the stalls, the sellers are like clouds, the spectators are like blockages, there is quite a bit of the taste of the worldly market.

Looking at this market that had given him a great sense of freshness, compared with the experience he had some time ago, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel like a world away.

He is still like this, not to mention Shi Ling'er, who has not traveled all over Xia Yan Island since he was sensible, let alone the Star Shatter Islands, and even Xia Yan Island, saw that she was holding Zhang Fan's hand and refused to let go, while tilting her head sideways, hearing the noise around her, she looked nervous and flustered and curious.

When he felt that the little hands in his palm were wet and full of sweat, Zhang Fan's heart moved, and he was not in a hurry to leave, so he took her to wander around in the market.

Anyway, when you get here, you don't have to worry about anything, and you can take the opportunity to let Ling'er get used to the outside environment somewhat.

On both sides of this street, there are densely packed with all kinds of stalls, some selling magic weapons, some selling spirit runes, and some dealing in elixirs...... The most are all kinds of bits and pieces, and these are also the focus of Zhang Fan's attention.

Growing up in Fang City since childhood, before I really came into contact with the world of cultivating immortals, it was in this kind of place that I learned about the various situations in the world of cultivating immortals.

The most important thing is that the prosperity of a fang market is the accumulation of hundreds of years and thousands of years, and it is impossible for all of a sudden there to be so many more people, there must be a reason for this, and I take this opportunity to understand one or two.

Sure enough, after wandering around for about half an hour, he walked to the front of Fa Xiangzong's shop in the market, and Zhang Fan found something wrong along the way.

The vast majority of the things sold in these stalls are not self-made products such as elixirs and spirit runes, or trophies such as magic weapons, but mostly things that need to be accumulated over many years before they can be taken out.

Just like the stall in front of him, the things placed on it are scattered, obviously collected in a miscellaneous manner, and the most of them are all kinds of spiritual plants and strange trees, or precious ores and the like, which are unlikely to appear in large quantities.

Even with Zhang Fan's vision, he found a lot of interesting things on it. Those things are not very rare, but they are not easy to see in the Fang Market, after all, they are things that have been cultivated by generations for hundreds of years, how can they be sold casually?

"These iron-hearted orchids, and ......" Zhang Fan pulled on the stall, picked out a few ores, and said to the stall owner: "And these ores, I want them, Daoist friends make a price!"

The Iron Heart Orchid is a kind of spirit grass that helps spirit beasts break through the barrier, and after the signs of breakthrough appear, a large amount of consumption can greatly increase the chance of a successful breakthrough. Although this flower is only effective against low-level demon beasts, it is quite rare, and he is quite satisfied that he can collect so many this time.

The stall owner was still a little listless, but after hearing this, he glanced at him, but his spirit suddenly perked up, and he said with a smile: "Since this senior asked for it, let's count it!"

As he spoke, he gestured a number in his hand and quoted the price.

Zhang Fan was stunned when he saw it, not that he didn't understand their set of gestures, nor that the other party was too dark, but that the young stall owner's offer was a little too low.

Just by looking at the mess and mixed things in this stall, you know that this is a trader who specializes in scalping in the market, and it would be a joke to say that they don't understand the market.

Facing his puzzled gaze, the young stall owner smiled and said, "In Xia Wang Yu, I have seen Senior Zhang. ”

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you know me?"

"The predecessors are noble people who forget things, and it's not strange that they don't remember the villain. ”

Wang Yu said as he slowly packed up the things Zhang Fan had chosen, put them into a Qiankun bag separately, and handed them to Zhang Fan's hands.

"When the seniors came to Fang City for the first time, the villain saw the demeanor of the seniors. ”

"The villain's ancestors have been making a living in the Fang Market for several generations, and the relationship with the rich seniors is very good, how can you earn your spirit stones from the seniors?"

Casually taking the things handed over by Wang Yu, Zhang Fan looked at him carefully, and finally remembered this person.

It's no wonder he forgot that this person had only met when he first arrived in Fang City, when he was arguing with a big man with a beard, and now Zhang Fan naturally knew that that big man was a disciple of the Evil Sect created by Hongyue, and now he is afraid that he is also like a lost dog, right?

When it was said that this person was setting up a stall here, and it was still the case, it was obvious that this was his fixed stall, and it would be strange to be able to occupy a fixed position in front of the Faxiangzong store, if it had nothing to do with Fuchang.

Since this is the case, then Zhang will admit it. ”

Since this person is related to Fuchang, there is no need to say more to him, Zhang Fan took out the spirit stone and paid the bill, and asked by the way: "Wang Daoyou's price is very low, according to the price you charged, I'm afraid you will have to lose money, right?"

"How could it be?" Wang Yu took the spirit stone and didn't count it, and put it in his pocket neatly, and then said: "In the past few days, the goods in the Fang Market are complete, and there are many sellers, so the price will naturally come down. ”

"It's at least 30% lower than usual. ”

"Why is that?"

It is most appropriate to inquire about the news with this kind of local snake in the market, Zhang Fan immediately asked.

"I heard that the battle between our Qinzhou and Yong and Liang states has become more and more intense, although it is all the predecessors of the foundation building, and the Sect Master Jiedan has not moved, but the situation has really frightened many people. ”

"No, many immortal cultivators in the vicinity have moved to the coastal area, as long as they don't fight with overseas cultivators, this place is the safest. ”

"If you want to reorganize your business here, it will naturally cost a lot, and a lot of things like spirit grass will not be able to survive after being relocated, so there will be more things in this market, and the boy's business will be easy to do. ”

This kind of wealth in troubled times is the easiest to earn, just looking at him so magnificently, looking at Fuchang's face, he is willing to take a lot of spirit stones, you can know how much he has earned recently.

Since he inquired clearly, Zhang Fan didn't talk to this Wang Yudu, nodded and said goodbye, and took Ling'er to step into the shop of Faxiangzong.

"Seniors are slow. ”

As soon as Zhang Fan took a step, he stopped Wang Yu and couldn't help but glance at him suspiciously.

"Dare to ask the seniors, but you want to find the rich seniors?"

Wang Yu looked at the shop behind him and asked.

"Not bad. ”

Zhang Fan nodded, waiting for his next step. Since this person has seen it, he naturally knows that he has not long been in Fang City, who else can he find besides Fuchang? There must be a reason why he asked so knowingly.

"The rich man went out in a hurry this morning, and he has not yet returned, and is not in the shop. ”

"Oh, where did he go?"

Zhang Fan was indeed a little surprised, Fuchang does not leave the store all year round, and now it is not a bazaar, where can he go?

"I don't know. Wang Yu shook his head, and then said: "But it must be someone from the Faxiang Sect who is looking for him, otherwise the rich seniors will not be in such a hurry." ”

Speaking of the arrival of Faxiangzong, Wang Yu's face couldn't help but show a look of envy, although it was only fleeting, but how could he escape Zhang Fan's eyes.

smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and said gently: "Thank you, Brother Wang, when the rich brother comes back, you might as well come up and talk if you are free." ”

Wang Yu's face showed joy when he heard this, and he said gratefully: "Thank you seniors." ”

Zhang Fan nodded, and then took Ling'er to enter the store without stopping.

As soon as they entered, two female disciples who were on duty on the first floor greeted them, bowed and saluted, "I have seen this senior, welcome to our store." ”

"I don't know what my predecessors need, although we don't dare to say that we have everything, we can do our best to support it. ”

These two women are just cultivators of the third or fourth layer of the Qi refining period, and when they saw Zhang Fan, a foundation building senior, they only had a hint of surprise in their eyes at the beginning, and then although the etiquette was not bad and the words were respectful, their attitude was neither arrogant nor humble, and they did not look panicked.

Zhang Fan nodded secretly, although they were just outer disciples, they also had some sect bearing, and then with a wipe of their hands in the Qiankun bag, a red light flew out and landed in front of one of the women.

The woman was startled at first, and then saw the red light disappear, revealing one of the tokens, which slowly fell, and immediately understood, and quickly reached out to take it, and after a little inspection, she saluted again, and her attitude was much more respectful, and she said: "The disciple has seen Uncle Zhang, and if you are disrespectful, I hope Uncle will forgive you." ”

As he spoke, he bent down and respectfully handed the token back.

There are only five words on this token: "Faxiangzong Zhang Fan", which is the identity token of his core disciple of Faxiangzong, but he has never used this thing, and this is the first time he has shown it.

Taking the token back casually, Zhang Fan nodded and said, "That's it, Senior Brother Fu is not here?"

"Uncle Fu is indeed not there, but Uncle Fu explained before leaving that if Uncle Zhang comes, let us be sure to entertain him well, and we can't slack off. ”

It was the female disciple who had checked the token before, and as she spoke, she peeked at Zhang Fan with a curious gaze, obviously wondering how this senior uncle could make the boss value him so much.

"Alright, lead the way!"

Speaking of which, I'm really tired along the way, and since Fuchang is not here, it's good to take a rest first.

took Ling'er, followed the female disciple, came to the room where Fuchang entertained him last time, and leisurely sipped tea in an environment full of heavy ancient meanings, waiting for Fuchang's return.

I thought it would only be a moment before I returned, and I didn't want to wait for a few hours, until it was said that it had sunk in the west, and when the stars and the moon were shining, he hadn't come back yet.

Zhang Fan was already a little impatient to wait, he didn't believe that the two outer disciples downstairs would have reported to Fu Chang, since they hadn't appeared yet, there was obviously something big happening, otherwise it wouldn't have come to this.

However, Shi Ling'er didn't feel unaccustomed, but teased Mo Ling on the side and had a lot of fun.

At the foot of Mo Ling was a wooden plate with natural snacks and special spirit insects.

However, at this time, Mo Ling was not like usual, as soon as he saw these insects, he rushed to peck with a roar, but instead played with his claws, and there was a sound of "croaking" in his mouth.

Zhang Fan was a little interested, squatted down to the side, and asked, "Ling'er, what are you doing here?"

"Xiao Hei wants to invite me to eat bugs~"

Ling'er said with a "giggle" smile, and at the same time raised her white and tender little hand, on which a few spirit insects were spread out and sent to Mo Ling's mouth, and said softly: "Little Hei, you eat it yourself, my sister doesn't eat it." ”

Mo Ling picked and pecked, and just ate the spirit worm clean in her hand.

Zhang Fan clearly saw on the side that when Ling'er touched the hands of those spirit insects, large small particles bulged, and the cold hairs stood on end, obviously feeling disgusting.

But even so, she still had a heartfelt smile on her face, waiting for Mo Ling to eat all the spirit worms clean.

"She really likes spirit animals and is also suitable for captive spirit animals. ”

Zhang Fan's eyes flashed, if it weren't for a little selfishness, plus he wanted to find a good disciple for the senior brother, he really should send her to the Imperial Spirit Sect.

At this moment, a hurried footstep came into his ears.

With a wave of Zhang Fan's sleeves, the door suddenly opened, and a wealthy middle-aged monk outside the door walked in quickly, and at the same time said in a loud voice: "Rude and rude, let the junior brother wait for a long time." ”

The person who came was none other than Fuchang.

Zhang Fan wanted to make a joke, but when he saw that his smile was reluctant, as if he had been forced to squeeze out, he couldn't help frowning, and an ominous premonition came to his heart.

"Senior Brother Fu, what happened?"

Fuchang didn't answer when he heard this, but swept his gaze over Ling'er, pointing at something.

Ling'er seemed to feel something, and her slender little white hand twisted a corner, looking slightly cramped.

Fu Chang is not good to mention something in front of outsiders, and what can make him behave like this in front of himself is either something big happening in the sect, or something about himself.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's face sank, looked out of the door and said, "Come in!"

Based on his cultivation, he naturally heard that there was a person who followed Fuchang to come, but he just stayed outside the door and did not come in.

"Yes, Uncle Shi!"

A female disciple came in and was about to salute, but was stopped by Zhang Fan.

"No need to be polite, take this little girl down to rest!"

After speaking, he turned to Ling'er and said, "Ling'er, you go to rest with this sister first, and your uncle will come to see you tomorrow." ”

Seeing that Zhang Fan seemed to attach great importance to this little girl, Fu Chang hurriedly ordered: "Xiaofen, remember to say hello, don't be lazy." ”

The two quickly withdrew, and in the huge room, only Zhang Fan and Fu Chang remained.

"Senior Brother Fu, now I have something to say. ”

Zhang Fan said in a deep voice, at this time, the ominous premonition in his heart became more and more obvious, and it was certain that something related to him must have happened.

"The one who came before was the envoy of the sect, and the junior brother may also know him, his name is Lin Sen. ”

"Lin Sen, I naturally know, what is he doing here?"

Zhang Fan asked suspiciously, it is said that Lin Sen should be on the battlefield of Tianzhu Mountain at this time, how could he have time to come to this coastal city?

"He's here to find you, junior brother. ”

Fu Chang sighed and said, "Senior Brother Ling, Zhuo Hao Daoyou, Yu said that he was on the battlefield of Tianzhu Mountain. ”

"Fall!"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, looking at Fuchang in disbelief, but saw that he nodded with a heavy face, and did not mean to change his words at all.

"Senior brother, dead?"

Zhang Fan only felt that he couldn't breathe well for a while, and a big stone seemed to be stuffed on his chest, which made him breathless.

With a "click", a chair was broken alive, broken wood was everywhere, and the fire was ignited for no reason, which instantly turned into ashes and scattered, and the original appearance could no longer be seen.

"Who is it?"

"Who did it?"

Shaoqing, as if transferring all the oppression in his heart, Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly appeared red, and he roared angrily.

(To be continued)