Hehuan City, the city named after the most influential sect in the city, Hehuan Sect, is naturally only a small city compared to Broken Mountain City, which is inconspicuous, but as long as you really stand in front of it, you can feel that majestic momentum.

The city wall made of iron-blue boulders is as high as ten zhang, and the surface is full of potholes, countless traces are everywhere, there are mouths and claws, there are knives and axes, and it is full of vicissitudes.

These scars, not only did not make the high city in front of him show any decline, but instead increased the sense of condensation, like a strong man with scars all over his body, he can make people chill without moving.

Zhang Fan stood under the city and looked at it for a while, quickly gathered his thoughts, and set his eyes on the outside of the open city gate.

There, a large number of mortals were entering the city with dragonfish, carrying them on their shoulders or carts, apparently civilians living nearby, carrying goods into the city to sell.

At this time, judging by the time, it was late at night.

However, Hehuan City and the other seven high cities, under the shroud of the Heavenly Divine Fire Pillar, are equivalent to the city that never sleeps, and it is always like day, but it has no effect.

These mortals who came here were all residents of a small village living nearby, which was different from Sijia Village, where Zhang Fan had just left.

Sijia Village is located on the periphery, faintly out of the protection scope of Hehuan City, obviously mixed up relatively unsatisfactory, which can be seen from the built extremely strong animal bone fence.

Along the way, Zhang Fan saw that the villages closer to the city did not have these measures, but were a bit like ordinary villages on the surface, with no walls, and some crops like crops were opened up on the periphery, and even at this time, there were still people working in them.

These villages are relatively close to the city, so they are naturally in good locations, and they are not easy to find.

Once there is any danger, first, it is convenient to get the original work in the city, and second, if there is disharmony, you can also hide in the city, and besides, in peacetime, you can also trade with the people who live in the city, which is equivalent to more money out of thin air.

The human dragon in front of him is here for this.

However, not everyone lined up honestly, and in such a moment that Zhang Fan observed, several people strode into the city as if they didn't see the long dragon.

Most of them wore wide robes and large sleeves, wore high crowns, and walked like clouds and water, and they went straight into it, and soon disappeared into the doorway.

Seeing their actions, the armored soldiers guarding the city gate did not mean to stop them at all, even the mortals queuing up on the side did not show any uproar and resentment, but reciprocated with envy.

"Immortal cultivator!"

Obviously, these are all immortal cultivators, otherwise they would not have received such privileges.

Zhang Fan pondered for a while, gave up the idea of queuing, took Wan'er's little hand, and walked straight towards the city gate like a few people before.

"Stop!"

With a "bang", the armor shook, the weapon roared, and two halberd-like weapons suddenly crossed in front of Zhang Fan and the others.

Not only that, behind them, there are faint figures longing, as if there are more armored soldiers, which may pour out at any time.

The leader of the armor was a middle-aged strong man, with a centipede-like scar on his face crawling obliquely, trembling as he spoke, as if a real centipede was about to come back to life and could be devoured at any time.

No matter how you look at it, the heavy armor is more than 100 catties, but it is light on his body, and the footsteps are heavy but not chaotic at all, which shows his strong physique.

Among mortals, he can be regarded as a rare master, although the two of them who had seen him in Sijia Village before called themselves warriors, compared with this person, they were obviously more than one grade behind.

The previous shout came from this man's mouth.

His gaze swept over Wan'er's body now, and a look of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at Zhang Fan, paused, and said:

"Who are you, and how do you not know the rules?"

"Leave quickly, don't cause trouble!"

Hearing him say this, Zhang Fan was a little surprised.

Although this man has a fierce face, he does not want to be a good person, and he is somewhat exculpatory when he says this.

But his kindness is destined to be in vain!

As soon as his words fell, Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly froze, stabbing his eyes like a substance, and at the same time, a force rose up, like the top of Mount Tai.

"Wow!wow!"

Three extremely heavy voices sounded, and the middle-aged strong man took three steps back, and a touch of horror flashed on his face.

Immediately hugged his fists and said loudly: "I don't know if it's the master, the red fire is rude." ”

Although his appearance was a little embarrassed, his calm bearing remained unchanged, and he was still full of neutrality when he spoke, and he did not have any sense of flinching, but a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he was wondering about something, and then returned to a resolute expression like a stone.

Zhang Fan saw this, but there was a flash of appreciation in his eyes, this person is very good, much better than Si Yan who kisses people's boots at every turn.

So he nodded, not wanting to embarrass him, but said indifferently: "It's okay!"

Then he took Wan'er's little hand and entered the city with his head held high.

When she drank fiercely before, Zhang Fan thought that Wan'er would be frightened, and she didn't want to be calm from beginning to end, just snuggling up to his side, her little hands were as soft and warm as they were, but they were not as cold and damp as at the beginning.

Obviously, she is somewhat adapted to the outside environment, and at the same time, she is also very confident in Zhang Fan, so she can do this.

Feeling this, Zhang Fan also breathed a sigh of relief, he was still a little worried, if Wan'er really couldn't adapt to the life outside, it would be difficult to do.

Now so, nature is the best.

The door hole is deep, a hundred steps away, you can see the thickness of the city wall, and its real defense is even more than what you can see on the surface.

As soon as I stepped out, a burst of heat and noise came to my face, as if I had fallen into boiling water at once, and the whole street was full of boiling and lively scenes.

The streets are wide and the carts of horses can walk side by side, and they are flanked by shops that are more than three storeys high, selling a wide variety of goods.

This kind of scene is similar to the prosperous Fangshi town on the surface, but the difference is that whether it is the buildings on both sides or other things, the timber that is seldom used as beams, and is mostly made of solid stone, which is obviously much rarer than stone in the depths of the earth.

Outside the shops on both sides, there are many vendors setting up stalls, which can be regarded as a scene where all the prosperity is, whether it is a mortal town, an immortal cultivator's market, or this inner world, it cannot be avoided.

In such a stall, it is also the easiest to get some detailed information.

So Zhang Fan was not in a hurry to patronize those big shops, but walked along the street with Wan'er with great interest.

......, "Brother, do you think Wan'er looks good with this?"

In front of a small stall, Wan'er took a small purple-gold hairpin and gestured on her hair, and asked with a smile.

"Ugh!"

"Beautiful!"

Zhang Fan replied absentmindedly.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

The girl's sensitivity made Wan'er notice that something was wrong for the first time, put down the hairpin, shook Zhang Fan's sleeve and asked.

"Nothing. ”

Zhang Fan shook his head, took the hairpin that Wan'er put down in his hand and looked at it, and said with a smile: "Yes, Wan'er, you will look good with it." ”

"Really!"

After all, Wan'er is a simple surname, and when she heard Zhang Fan's praise, she immediately put her previous questions on the table and smiled sweetly.

"This senior has a good vision, Zijin Fengchai is really suitable for this girl. ”

At this time, the stall owner suddenly interjected.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, didn't say anything, just continued to sweep his gaze in front of the stall.

This stall owner is a middle-aged man and an immortal cultivator, but he is only a cultivator in the middle and lower stages of the qi refining period, and Zhang Fan did not deliberately hide his breath, so he can see the identity of his predecessor in the foundation building period at once.

That purple gold hairpin is actually a mid-level magic weapon, and it must be a waste to wear it as an ordinary ornament for a mortal like Wan'er, who has not cultivated.

But Zhang Fan didn't care, the stall owner was also a person who was mixing in the market, and he couldn't do that kind of thing that hurt the scenery, at most, he just made fun of it as before.

This vendor is in the grocery business, and from the fact that his stall has a large number of minerals and metals, as well as finished magic weapons and charms, it can be said that everything is all-encompassing, you can know a thing or two.

This is exactly what Zhang Fan is looking for, and the doubts he has seen along the way may be answered.

After pondering for a while, and after taking in all the things on the stall, Zhang Fan squatted down, picked up a piece of ore that concealed the red golden brilliance, and asked, "This fellow Daoist, you are a golden stone, right?"

The stall owner glanced at the piece of ore and hurriedly replied, "Senior's eyesight, this is the golden stone." ”

"The Shuo Jin Stone, from which the Shuo Golden Sand can be extracted, is the best material for refining sand-like magic weapons that attack in a large area. ”

What he said is not bad, it is roughly consistent with what Zhang Fan knows, and the laventur stone is also a relatively rare material on the surface, but Zhang Fan's real purpose is not in this.

He didn't interrupt the stall owner, but just shook the gold stone in his hand and motioned for the stall owner to continue.

The stall owner's gaze moved up and down with the golden stone, swallowed his saliva, and continued: "The golden stone is still an important auxiliary material for refining the spirit pill, I don't know the predecessors ......."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Fan with burning eyes, obviously attaching great importance to this business.

After all, this is just a small stall, no more wealthy than those big shops, as long as you can sell such a piece a day, it will be considered a windfall.

"Alchemy ......"

"Elixir ......"

"Sure enough!"

Zhang Fan's face remained unchanged, but his heart was turbulent, and his previous speculation was truly confirmed.

"And so it was!"

This is the voice of the bitter Taoist, along the way, with his vision, he naturally found the problem like Zhang Fan.

"The Way of the Mine Dan!"

(To be continued)