"Senior Brother Zhang, this bird droppings are not ordinary!"

Seeing him look intently at those hatered birds, Fu Chang smiled and pointed to the still sprinkled dung rain and said.

"Oh!" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, glanced at him strangely, and suddenly stretched out his hand to the window.

The action was understated, without any fireworks, and Fuchang on the side saw it in front of him, and secretly praised it in his heart.

In an instant, a thumb-sized, black clay-like thing was wrapped in aura and obediently fell into Zhang Fan's palm.

"Good means. "Fuchang is also a person who knows the goods, and he immediately applauded.

He was standing beside him, but he could see it clearly, when Zhang Fan's traction technique was shot, the ball of bird droppings had already spread out like a splash of water, and at this moment, it seemed that time had gone backwards, and it was instantly wrapped in a soft force, not even a little water was missing, and it was wrapped into a ball and flew again.

This hand traction technique is unusual, no rougher and more rudimentary than ordinary monks, and can only be used to pull the Qiankun bag on the corpse.

For his compliment, Zhang Fan nodded slightly and smiled.

The type of traction just now seems simple, but it is actually improved by his fusion of some innate qi grabbing methods, which is naturally different and unique.

Reaching out and grabbing a handful of bird droppings, he took in a hint of the smell and put it in his nose to sniff.

"Huh?" Zhang Fan first showed a puzzled look on his face, only feeling déjà vu, and he couldn't distinguish it for a while, and then he looked at the spirit beast bag on his waist, and his heart moved.

Without warning, a touch of red appeared in his palm, and it burned around the cloud of bird droppings, and then there was a "whoosh" sound, and the water vapor steamed, leaving only a small pinch of gray-black powder on the palm of his hand.

"It's ...... Dansha?" Looking at these powders, Zhang Fan hesitated for a moment and asked.

Dansha is a thing he heard about at the shop under the Imperial Spirit Sect, and it is said to be a necessary thing for refining the Spirit Beast Pill.

The spirit beast pill is also a kind of spirit pill, but it is not eaten by people, as the name suggests, it is the food of the spirit beast, and it is also called animal food.

In addition to feeding some qi-invigorating elixirs, Ping said that feeding on the spirit beast pill is very beneficial to improving the cultivation of the spirit beast.

It's just that...... The mysterious and secret thing that the head of the store of the Imperial Spirit Sect refused to talk about - the main material Dansha is actually the feces of the enemy bird?

Under his not-so-disbelieving gaze, Fu Chang nodded with a smile and said, "Senior Brother Zhang's good vision is Dansha. ”

"But this name is also a layman, as long as you have been to Coastal City, who doesn't know that it is bird droppings?"

"Oh, yes!" Zhang Fan checked a little dansha in his hand, and then looked at the spirit beast bag, his heart full of regret. It's a pity that the Mo Ling Advance has fallen into a deep sleep soon, otherwise let it taste it directly, and I don't know if it will eat it or not?

As he spoke, the flock of enemy birds in the sky seemed to be piercing the clouds, and the curtain seemed to be opened, and they dispersed in an instant, and in an instant, only a faint black line loomed in the sky.

Without the shelter of the birds, the sky and the earth suddenly lit up all day long, and it seemed that the market was full of devastation, and it was no longer prosperous and prosperous before, and it looked a little deserted for a hundred years.

Fu Chang didn't care much about this, just nodded downwards and motioned for Zhang Fan to watch.

Looking in the direction of his mouth, he saw that out of nowhere, hundreds of monks suddenly poured out, one of them in charge of an area and dispersed.

Looking at the clothes on their bodies, you can recognize them as disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect at a glance, and then look at the fiery red gourd on their waists, it is not difficult to know their purpose.

Under Zhang Fan's interested gaze, the more than 100 monks of the Imperial Spirit Sect pinched the magic trick by hand, using the spirit rune as the guide and the red gourd as the vessel, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and put the dansha in the passing place into the gourd one by one.

"See, Senior Brother Zhang. Just as he was fascinated, Fu Chang suddenly said in a loud voice: "The Imperial Spirit Sect doesn't have any big business in this coastal city, but this dansha alone is enough for them to make a lot of money." ”

"Is it just for them to collect?" Zhang Fan frowned and asked suspiciously.

Strictly speaking, these enemy bird droppings should be shared by the entire coastal city, although those monks from small sects who are scattered cultivators don't need to be taken into account, but does the Imperial Spirit Sect dare not take the two sects of Law and Illusion in their eyes?

"Of course not. Fu Chang said abruptly: "Their Imperial Spirit Sect basically doesn't have much business here, but they have to make a big contribution to the defense of Fang City. ”

"That's not all, if the disciples above the inner door of our Faxiang Sect and the Illusory Demon Dao have captive spirit beasts, they can also go to the shops in Fang City and receive the spirit beast pill for free. ”

Zhang Fan was a little depressed, it seems that when he was in Zongmenfang City before, he was treated as a wronged boss. It is said that in the past few years, just feeding Mo Ling, the king of big stomachs, has spent no less than four or five thousand spirit stones on the Spirit Beast Pill, which is really a loss.

Fuchang didn't notice his depression, but continued to say in an emotional tone: "Don't look at the fact that they seem to have paid a lot, but in fact, they have made more money." ”

"Of course, I said that it's not those small money that sells Spirit Beast Pills. Future waved his hand, as if the proceeds were really just dust that was just a casual slap of dust.

As a result, Zhang Fan became more and more depressed, compared to him, he seemed to be really poor!

"The real profit is the improvement of strength. Senior Brother Zhang, you shouldn't have had a lot of contact with the monks of the Imperial Spirit Sect, didn't you find that they seem to like cultivating large groups of low-level spirit worms?"

Listening to him, Zhang Fan also found that this was the case.

In the Valley of No Return, there were not a few disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect who died at his hands, and even Bai Yiyi had fought against them, and they all had a habit of releasing a large number of spirit insects at every turn.

At that time, he was doubting that the strength of these spirit insects was not very strong, but the cost of captivity was definitely not low, wasn't it a loss to do so?

Now that I've got Fuchang's hint, if you don't understand, you're really a pig.

Obviously, the greatest benefit that the Imperial Spirit Sect got from these enemy bird droppings was to cultivate those low-level spirit insects, which was almost cost-free. Since it's free, how can there be a reason not to raise special raising, even if you don't bother to make them advanced, it's still good to take them out to scare people or carry out insect sea tactics.

"In that case, hasn't the strength of the Imperial Spirit Sect improved a lot in the past eight hundred years?" After thinking about it, Zhang Fan immediately asked.

"Yes, but not really. Fu Chang nodded and said: "Originally, the Imperial Spirit Sect has been settled in Qinzhou for the shortest time, and its strength is also at the bottom of the three sects, and the development in the past eight hundred years is indeed not small, but most of them are low-level disciples, at best, they have barely leveled the gap in strength between our two sects." ”

After a short time, the hundred or so disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect had already completed the cleaning work, and the entire Fang City had a new look in an instant, not only did it not show a declining color, but it became more and more new, and it returned to its previous atmosphere.

An hour of excretion had passed, the scenery was over, the crowds poured out from all corners, and in a moment all the stalls were re-arranged, as if nothing had happened.

There's nothing to look at, Fuchang doesn't know how many years he has been in this market, Zhang Fan grew up in the market, and he has long been tired of seeing such a scene, so the two returned to the table and poured a cup of spiritual tea and chatted.

After chatting for a few words, he mentioned Zhang Fan's mission this time.

Originally, it was arranged for him to be Fuchang's deputy, but I didn't want him to succeed in a retreat, and it would be a bit inappropriate to let him do this kind of trivial business.

So, shortly before the departure from the mountain, a new order was issued from the top of the deacon's hall.

――Resident in the bazaar, this is what Zhang Fan wants to do.

Bazaars, in the sense of regular markets, do not have fixed shops, and often the organizers take out some rare things for auction, and there are also items provided by various participants for bidding.

Such a market exists in all markets, even in the city of Faxiang Zongfang, there is such a place. It's just that Zhang Fan's previous cultivation and identity were not enough, so he was not allowed to enter.

Generally speaking, the basic requirement for entering the bazaar is a monk in the foundation building period, and then there are some monks in the qi refining period with special status, such as Xiang Ming, who is a frequent visitor to the bazaar at the mountain gate of Faxiangzong.

Such a place provided an opportunity for some monks in the foundation building period to trade secretly and inconspicuously, so safety and concealment were the top priorities.

In this regard, what better guarantee can be provided than the major sects?

The coastal bazaar is such a place where the three sects of Qinzhou are jointly responsible, and it just so happens that the foundation building monks who were originally stationed here by the Fa Xiangzong were transferred to the battlefield of Tianzhu Mountain, and the seat was vacant and cheapened Zhang Fan.

"Senior Brother Zhang, you haven't met the Illusory Demon Dao Exquisite Fairy and the Imperial Spirit Sect Insect Dao Person, have you?" Fu Chang couldn't help but ask at the mention of the bazaar.

"Not yet. ”

Zhang Fan shook his head and replied, the two people Fu Chang said were the heads of the other two sects in this bazaar, and under normal circumstances, the three of them worked together to maintain order in the bazaar.

Immediately, he continued: "Senior Brother Fu, the junior brother has just built the foundation, and he doesn't even know where the bazaar is and what it looks like, let alone contact the two of them, no, have you come to join you, senior brother?"

"Haha......" Fu Chang laughed when he heard this, and said: "You, you, what are you polite to Senior Brother, come, it happens that the evening is the opening of the bazaar once a month, Senior Brother will take you to see it first, so as not to show your cowardice in front of those two bastards in the future." ”

It seems that this rich senior brother doesn't have a good relationship with the Linglong Fairy and the Insect Dao Man! Zhang Fan's heart moved, but his face didn't show it, he just nodded yes and agreed to go with him to see it.

It's not early, it's a good time to set off, and the two of them left the store together and wandered the streets of Fangshi.

As for the location of the bazaar, when he first asked, Fuchang looked mysterious, and when he said it, he knew that Zhang Fan had to ask again, but he had no chance.

Along the way, the scene when Future first appeared was recreated.

It's just a street, but it's a long time, but the two of them haven't walked for more than half an hour and haven't finished walking, and all the time is wasted on greetings, greetings, inquiries, and friendships, which makes Zhang Fan on the side depressed.

But Fuchang, who was surrounded by all this, had a smile on his face that remained unchanged, and it could be seen that he was enjoying this feeling very much.

(To be continued)