In the morning, the golden sun is in full swing.

Under the leadership of Zhang Zhengli, the thick white fog surrounding the valley in front of him seemed to be split by an invisible giant blade. Zhang Zhengli took the lead, and many young juniors of the family followed closely behind. It seemed like a long road outside, but after only a moment of walking, it reached the end, and then suddenly became clear.

This is a valley with all kinds of strange flowers and plants planted, backed by mountains on three sides, and the only entrance and exit is the passage where everyone just walked in.

The entire valley covers a large area, with more than a hundred acres. On all sides, there are a large area of ​​carved jade palace-style pavilions, and many people dressed in strange costumes are coming and going in and out: some of them are like barbarians, with animal skins wrapped in their bodies, only a few vital points covered, and other places are naked. There are also some complete palace clothes, wearing long swords, and white gauze hats on their faces, and half an inch of skin is not exposed.

Most of the young monks who had just entered the valley were like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden, and they felt everything was fresh and looked at it from all sides.

"Okay, since you have already arrived at this Immortal Killing Association (analbum for the Immortal Ascension Dharma Assembly), it would be uncomfortable to not let you turn around by yourself, and it would be in vain. But I remind you that if you look at the little spirit stones on your body, it would be fine if you were not selected and you would not be able to enter the seven major sects. If you were selected, you would regret it if you bought something here."

Zhang Zhengli, the third uncle of the Zhang family, is also very clear about the thoughts of these young people in the family. As long as the family is a cultivator with spiritual roots and is practicing, the Zhang family will give him a monthly tribute to a lower-grade spirit stone every month. Although most of them will be used for cultivation, it is still OK to save more than a dozen spirit stones in a few years. If you have money on it, you will come to a place like Kouxian Xiaohui. If you don’t go shopping for something, it seems that it is a little meaningful.

There are only once every five years for such cultivators.

In the open space in front of the four pavilions, there is a very wide blue brick square, where immortal cultivators set up small stalls around the square like market vendors.

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In front of these stalls, one or two people would occasionally squeeze in, look at it or ask a few questions, but not many could be sold on the spot. The casual cultivator was poor and stingy. Every little resource for cultivating immortals had to be used on the blade to go further on this road.

"Remember, there are deacons from the seven major sects who are constantly monitoring them as inspectors. If you have conflicts with others, you will not be allowed to fight back even if you are beaten to death. Do you understand?"

"Understood."

After Zhang Zhengli gave the crowd a final explanation, he let everyone go, but he grabbed Zhang Lie without any trace. Zhang Lie sensed it and stopped slightly, and came to his senses after everyone left.

"Uncle San, what else is there?"

"It's nothing, but Yuan Lie's nephew has been wandering outside for many years, and there are no spiritual stones in his hand. This is the offering that the family has provided for you in the six years you have left. There are a total of sixty spirit stones. Please click a little." As he spoke, the fat Zhang Zhengli took out a brocade bag and delivered it to Zhang Lie.

Zhang Lie hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out to take it and bowed deeply to the person in front of him: "Thank you, Uncle San, for your generous gift, Yuan Lie will definitely not forget it."

"Hahahaha, we are all a family, we won't talk to each other. Okay, okay, go and have a look, but remember, you must not cause trouble for the family!"

"Yuan Lie understands."

The world of cultivation is different from the mortal world. The upper limit here is very high and the lower limit is terrible. If you offend someone you shouldn't offend, the family may just start in a neat manner. If one is not good, hundreds of people in the whole family will all have to go into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to live. They are burned by the yin fire every day and cannot be liberated for hundreds or thousands of years.

In fact, although Zhang Lie did not have spirit stones, he still had wealth. The golden spirit he secretly refined for almost ten years was already a second-level lower-grade spiritual object. Therefore, Zhang Lie's value is more than ten times that of other young monks of the same clan. However, the golden spirit was secretly divided into two pieces by him, and he did not intend to be easily revealed.

There are all immortal cultivators selling secret books, elixirs, and talismans on the street stalls around. There are indeed a wide range of people, making people feel that their knowledge has not been in vain. Zhang Lie carried a heavy iron sword on his back, walking lightly but calmly, looking left and right, asking the price from time to time, but not trying to buy it. It is the type that stall owners hate the most.

Zhang Lie fully understood what Zhang Zhengli said before: after joining a real sect, whether it is a transaction within the sect or a transaction within the market, it must be much fair and just as a transaction with such a casual cultivator.

If the store is set up in a market under the sect, if the store is too dark, it can be advertised to stop going there, or even go to the door. In such a trading place similar to a market gathering, the mobility of the cultivator is too high, and there is no place to find it if he is cheated. Although the mobs have the problem of insufficient knowledge and taking treasures, more often the mobs are scammers who squeeze out iron and stone to harm other mobs. Unless the cultivator has a superb knowledge, they should not have such greed. Many mobs are cheating by seducing others.

Zhang Lie just walked around with an increased awareness mentality. He faintly saw the ice-blue water mirror being set there, floating in the void.

(The Water Mirror Art, the Heavenly Eye of the Immortal Cultivation World, and the Skynet System, although it will not be turned on most of the time, it is not inferior to the camera when it is turned on. No, it is more powerful.) The camera may be damaged due to accidental failure, and the magic of the Immortal Cultivator is damaged here, and the caster will immediately respond. Of course, this magic is coordinated with the overall formation. Cultivators of non-family or sects will not deliberately practice this magic.

Squatting down at a stall with water mirror spells at a high place, Zhang Lie picked up a book called "A Collection of Water Primary Spouses" and looked at it with relish. Although there were only a few public chapters in front and the main exciting content behind were hidden, he changed a few more books, even if he only read the names of the spells of each system, Zhang Lie read them with relish, and the white-bearded old man sitting on a bamboo chair watching the stall was so angry that he glared at him.

But in the end, Zhang Lie put down a low-grade spirit stone and bought a thick book "Miscellaneous Notes on the Joo Old Taoist's Search for Travel" to support the creation. This book records the life experiences of a casual cultivator traveling through several nearby states. Although there are many self-proclaimed ones, the things he experienced and the feelings in his heart are all shadows. There is not much entertainment in this world. Zhang Lie bought them back and planned to read them as an idle book. By the way, he has some understanding of several nearby states and gains some experiences.

Just after Zhang Lie bid farewell to the old man who was smiling so hard that he was out of sight because he spent money to buy books, he soon found a stall in the market that was noisy. Zhang Lie was not interested in getting too much, but among the people surrounded were the young monks of the Zhang family.

After all, he was called "Brother Lie" and "Brother Yuan Lie" by others all the way. Therefore, Zhang Lie thought about it and looked around. After all, after coming to the crowd, he decided to observe what was going on.

"Let's take a look, let's take a look. I am a top-notch jade to ward off evil spirits, and I am aware of all poisons and evil spirits. It's not easy to get into a devil after wearing it. She broke it. This is our family heirloom. I originally planned to use it to exchange for the foundation-building pill for my son! I have committed evil, and I have committed great evil. You are."

"Don't pull me, don't pull me, we didn't move, we just took a look, it broke itself." These five young people from the Zhang family were surrounded by a bunch of people, most of them were passers-by, but a few of them were obviously from the same group as the stall owner. This kind of deception would be ridiculed if they were used again in the 21st century, but in the world of cultivating immortals, there is obviously a market for them.

Put a piece of high-priced goods that had been accidentally damaged, placed on the corner of the long table in the stall. When you see the tender face, excited but ordinary clothes, you start to activate the target. Whether you walk over or really take over the broken jade, they have a way to rely on you, supplemented by the accomplices around you, and even moral bondage and force intimidation. Even the clerks with clear minds may not be able to suppress their emotions. What's more, the eyesight of these people is often accurate, and people who can't afford to offend will not be provoked at all.

The three monks of the Zhang family were surrounded by many people. The three men had red and white faces, and the two girls were about to cry. The people around him, even if they were unintentional, caused huge psychological pressure on the five people.

(I am not afraid of calling the inspector, I should be the one who shoots the other place. The stall is placed in a dead corner of the water mirror. Even if I turn on the water mirror technique to trace it back, I may not be able to see it clearly. It is really a tsy, a veteran.) It is impossible to call out the Jindan real person out of the way to perform the great soul searching technique, or ask a master of alchemy to come over to match the spirit pills and let the other party speak the truth. Therefore, even Zhang Lie thought for a while before he pushed the people around him away and walked into the crowd.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanfang, Zhang Yuanjian, Zhang Yuanjiang, Zhang Tong, and Zhang Xuaner were already in vain. They were so trembling that they were about to hand over the brocade bags around their waists, and handed over all the spirit stones they had saved for years of frugality, hoping to lose money and eliminate disasters and settle the matter.

However, they didn't know that the more obedient they were, the more the fraudsters hoped to squeeze more oil from them. Although Zhang Yuanfang and the others had already explained that they were Zhang family monks, these casual cultivators were committed crimes everywhere, and they were not afraid of the local family.

All the spirit stones in the five brocade bags were sprinkled out, with only a dozen low-grade spirit stones, and only seven or eight fewer, and only a total of more than fifty pieces. This spirit stone was a considerable wealth for the casual cultivator, but the person who cheated the leader was still not satisfied.

Of course, the value of fifty low-grade spirit stones compared to a piece of jade to ward off evil spirits is just a joke. His reluctance to forgive him and his dissatisfaction is still a "normal" reaction.

"How can this little spirit stone be enough? My jade vanishing evil is the ancestor of my family's Golden Pill Realm. It's a family heirloom that I left behind. If you really take advantage of the price, you can exchange four or five foundation-building pills. Your little spirit stone is like teasing me. This is how you practice it. You can make a double cultivation of my cauldron to resolve internal injuries and make up for my vitality. Forget this matter, otherwise, don't talk about your little spirit stone, stripping away everything on your body will not be enough to make up for my losses."

While speaking, the stall owner in his fifties was just going to Zhang Tong. His tricks were sophisticated, because they had designed to frame Zhang Tong, who looked the youngest and least unintentional of the five people, was only attacking her at this moment. In addition, the two fierce thugs of the stall owner supported him. For a moment, Zhang Yuanfang, Zhang Yuanjian and Zhang Yuanjiang did not dare to stop him. Even Zhang Xuaner, who was originally beside Zhang Tong, avoided a little, fearing to be implicated.

Of course, this is also related to Zhang Zhengli's previous warning: Even if he dies, he is not allowed to cause trouble to the family.

This survival rule is correct, but it is inevitable that it will suffer losses.

Just when the fat pig and fat stall owner was about to touch Zhang Tong who was retreating with his palm and was about to take her over, a sword wind came to him, decisive, fierce, without hesitation.

The stall owner never thought that anyone would dare to take action here. Fortunately, even the middle and high-level Qi Refining Cultivator had reached the level of "the mind and energy come together, and the divine body traveled together". He immediately pulled back his palm and retreated quickly. At the same time, two strong thugs who practiced and trained their bodies around him were surrounded by both sides and made defensive responses.

Bang, the huge heavy sword slashed into the bluestone ground and stood obliquely. The place where the sword slashed was deeply trapped and the bluestone cracked, which shows how strong the force of driving was.

"Brother Lie!"

"Brother Yuanlie!"

Several juniors from the Zhang family exclaimed at the same time, and the fat monk who was protected by two strong thugs also narrowed his eyes, with faint blue flashing in it.

He looked up and down. Although the young man in front of him looked ordinary, his long and strong suit showed a kind of courage and violence from his bones. Although he was smiling at this moment, he could not help but think of a colorful giant tiger lying on the bluestone after eating.

You think it is round and rolling like a fat orange cat, and you want to slide it over and rub it wildly, and then... it's gone.

(This person is not easy to provoke. However, I can't retreat now!)

"Why, the people from the Zhang family can bully outsiders? This fairy tale ceremony was held by your Zhang family, right?"

"Your jade vanishing evil, take it over and take a look first. If you have something to say, don't touch my Zhang family."

"If you have something to say, hehe, your Zhang family is just a small foundation-building family. Can you afford to say this? Take half of it and show it to him!"

With so many people surrounding him, it is impossible for the owner of the stall as the liar leader and the stall owner to show the things to others.

A thug next to him carefully picked up half of the jade evil-proof fragments and delivered them to Zhang Lie with both hands. He took them over and identified:

At this time, the piece of ancient jade in Zhang Lie's hand was green and crystal clear. It was made of simple sword techniques and carved a magical beast with a harsh head and a charming charm. When you look closely, these patterns seemed very profound and obviously not ordinary things. Unfortunately, they broke from the middle and the spiritual energy inside had already dissipated.

"The saint jade in jade wards off evil spirits, wards off all poisons, clears evil spirits, and suppresses the inner demons! Now it has been broken by your family. Tell me, I want fifty spirit stones, plus this little girl's Yuanyin therapy to remove internal injuries, is it too much?"

While Zhang Lie lowered his head to identify, the voice of the liar leader and the stall owner rang out sinisterly. The viciousness in it made the young Zhang family behind Zhang Lie feel a little chilled.

"Not many, this is indeed the saint-quality jade-evil-proof evil spirit. If there is a way to go to the Demon Sect to exchange three or five cauldrons, it will be more than enough."

"I, uh..." The stall owner of the liar leader didn't expect that Zhang Lie, who seemed powerful, was so useless. All the words he had prepared in his heart were blocked and he couldn't say them.

After a while, he took a breath and said with a grin: "It seems that fellow Taoist doesn't think I'm too much, so why don't you catch that little girl for me?"

The previous sentence he said to Zhang Lie, but the next sentence was to the subordinate of the thug in front of Zhang Lie.

The rash man who was practicing the body responded in a daze, and then surpassed Zhang Lie to catch the stunned Zhang Tong.

However, in the next moment, when both sides passed by, Zhang Lie instantly pulled out the sharp short sword hidden on his body, and a white electric knife light that looked like a moon arc streaked across the man's neck, blood rushing out violently like a rush, accompanied by a head with a confused look on his face.

"Murdered!"

"Murdered!"

The casual cultivators who were watching the lively scenes suddenly became scattered. However, in the eyes of the young Zhang family behind Zhang Lie, the image of Brother Yuan Lie suddenly rose.

Someone dared to kill people in public at the ritual meeting hosted by the seven major sects in the north, which was a crazy slap in the face. Therefore, the inspectors in charge of this area quickly flew over with the light of escape, gritting their teeth and murderous intent, as if they were about to kill people. They were carrying a fierce arrogance of a sect that was not on small families.

Zhang Lieming knew that the inspector's deacon would come soon, so he did not go further with the knife to commit crimes. He took out a silk cloth and wiped the sharp sword in his hand calmly. However, his mind was already 80% upward.

"Sir, this thief from the Zhang family, damage my treasures and kill my servants. Sir, you, you must make the decision for me, otherwise where is the dignity of the Dharma Assembly, and where is the majesty of the seven sects in the north?"

Zhang Lie let the stall owner cry, and calmly wiped the clean sword, put it back into the scabbard of the left leg. At this time, the stall owner had finished speaking. Only the seven sect inspectors in the air, standing on the golden flying sword, looking down at him.

"Sir, Zhang Yuanlie, a monk from Zhang family. As for the incident here, you can find a witness around you, or through the water mirror technique to trace back and forth. As for this piece of jade to ward off evil spirits, you are willing to guarantee your life. As long as you find a weapon refiner with a wise vision, you can judge that this ancient jade has been broken for at least ten years. Sir, you have inspected people who have wandered in these left-minded ways in other places, safeguarded the interests of monks, the dignity of the Dharma Assembly, and the dignity of the seven sects. Please make it clear."

After Zhang Lie finished saying this, the inspector in the air had already leaned towards Zhang Lie.

Because he helped the stall owner, at most he made up for his merits. Although he failed to guard Anling, he killed the ferocious stubborn in time. It is hard to say that such a thing is a merit. On the contrary, he was able to detect the monks who were wandering in the north from other places. This is a merit. As for Zhang Lie's killing? Wasn't that the merit killed by the inspector? How could the merit be placed on Zhang Lie? It was inexplicable.

At this moment, every time Zhang Lie said a word, the liar stall owner's face turned pale. When he finished speaking, the fat man's face was as pale as paper and sweated like rain.

The inspector deacon in the air was also a capable person. He could tell the truth with a glance, and said directly to the monks of the sect who followed behind him: "Take this person down first, and then make a judgment in public after identifying the ancient jade."

The tricks used to bully casual cultivators are not enough to deal with sect cultivators. Soon a lower-level cultivator took the piece of ancient jade and found a skilled weapon refiner. Without the time of tea, he identified it: the piece of jade has been broken for at least ten years and its spiritual energy has dissipated.

Seeing the fat man who was about to die, who was already so scared that he was foaming at the same time and foaming at the mouth, Zhang Lie was still secretly sorry in his heart.

The other party took out an ancient jade that had been broken for more than ten years. If he had the ability to take out a piece of jade that had just broken for two months... he secretly refined it with his life fire, so that the other party would die without any symptoms and be frustrated.

Zhang Lie, who brought the life fire ability that traveled through time from "Outland World", can refine and extract the essence of the item at the cost of consuming his mind, physical energy, true qi/mana. Therefore, Zhang Lie sensed the jade to ward off evil spirits and realized that something was wrong and could not be refined at all. The spiritual essence had already been lost for 80% higher. This was not the result of the spiritual overflow in one or two days. Most of the casual cultivators could not see it, but the weapon refiners in the sect could not see it.

This is why Zhang Lie killed people without hesitation and made things worse.

The weak obey the rules and hiding them, and the strong establish the rules. Now Zhang Lie is still in between. He understands the rules, uses the rules, controls the rules, and directs the trend of the situation and turns it to benefit himself.

When they saw the fraudulent stall owner, they were killed on the spot and refining their souls, the young people of the Zhang family behind Zhang Lie were all relieved. Zhang Tong and Zhang Xuan'er cultivators were even more happy. It would be better if they were monks sent to the market to serve in the market in the family, but these people were all of them with good qualifications and hard work. They were always kept in the core area by the family, protecting the type of hard-working practice. Although their cultivation was piled up and their combat power was not bad, they were still too lacking to polish.

Of course, in terms of the lifespan of a monk, it is normal for a monk to be less than twenty years old in his teens and lack of polishing. Laying the foundation for cultivation is much more important than polishing the mind.
Chapter completed!