When Yu Wuji left, Zhang Heng let out a long sigh of relief. The pressure this great plague god brought to him was too great, but he had no choice but to do anything about it.

However, facing the peerless master who took action in secret, Zhang Heng was filled with awe.

After his clone and Yu Wuji's clone punched each other, a faint voice sounded: "Qingyun Mountain is not a place where you can be arrogant, leave quickly."

Only Zhang Heng and Yu Wuji heard this sound.

Obviously, this voice was made to Yu Wuji, because Yu Wuji took the initiative and Zhang Heng was just a passive response.

Hearing this voice, Yu Wuji's face changed, and then his face showed a proud look.

But the owner of the voice suddenly emitted a spiritual pressure like a rushing from the world, suppressing Yu Wuji so hard that he could not move.

Seeing this, Yu Wuji did not say anything, and immediately left with his secret technique, without making any bold statements.

The owner of the voice only observed Zhang Heng for a few glances, but gave him the illusion of being invisible.

Fortunately, this person did not show any malice towards Zhang Heng. He just observed it for a while and left.

"The ability of the 'Qingyuan Zixia Sect' to hold the Zhao State Fair here is indeed unfathomable. Even Yu Wuji can only escape by looking at the wind."

Zhang Heng couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this master hidden in the world is really terrible.

Driven by the "Purple Flying Carpet", Zhang Heng flew slowly to the trading place of Qingyun Mountain.

Once they fly here, ordinary monks will deliberately reduce their speed.

The majesty of the super sect will never tolerate invasion, which is the consensus in the minds of most monks.

During the flight, Zhang Heng felt the spiritual consciousness that some Nascent Soul cultivators were peeping secretly, but they were all very obscure.

It seems that after fighting with Yu Wuji, Zhang Heng obviously aroused the interest of many high-level cultivators, and at the same time he also raised his status to the level of the Nascent Soul stage. For Zhang Heng, he didn't know whether it was a disaster or a deputy.

Zhang Heng was not without relying on this trip to the Zhao State Trading Fair. His own strength has already entered the Nascent Soul stage and is no longer afraid of ordinary Nascent Soul stage monks. Moreover, fighting is prohibited in this Zhao State trading place. Yu Wuji's fate just now is an example.

Sitting behind Zhang Heng and the others, the fat man Wang Yuan suddenly asked, "I said to fellow Daoist Zhang, your brother Zhao Rui is doing well now. I think you know this very well, right?"

"Zhao Rui?"

Zhang Heng opened his eyes, looked back at him, and asked in confusion: "I lost his whereabouts a few years ago. Do you know his specific information?"

At the end of his speech, Zhang Heng's eyes lit up.

Fatty Wang Yuan said in disbelief: "Brother Zhao is now a famous figure in Zhao State. You, the eldest brother, don't even know his deeds?"

"I really don't know. If you know, tell me."

Zhang Heng couldn't help but recall what happened with Zhao Rui in the Blood Killing Cave. What happened before was like a dream. When he woke up, he was both hazy and familiar.

"In the cultivation world of Zhao State, in addition to Yu Wuji, there is also a rising young master, known as the "Supreme Flame Demon Lord". His reputation is second only to the "Great Demon Against the Heavens". He has fought with Yu Wuji many times..."

Fatty Wang Yuan talked endlessly.

"stop!"

Zhang Heng suddenly stopped him.

"Is this 'The Great Fire Demon Lord' Zhao Rui?"

Zhang Heng asked in disbelief.

Fatty Wang Yuan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Although I have never seen the 'Zhiyan Demon Lord' with my own eyes, it can be inferred based on the rumored image. The 'Zhiyan Demon Lord' is rumored to be a red-haired boy who is very good at using fire-type magical powers. His cultivation is progressing very quickly, and his strength cannot be measured by cultivation. At present, only the Great Perfection of the Killing Pharmacy stage can compete with the cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage..."

Zhang Heng thought for a long time before saying, "It seems that the 'Master Flame Demon Lord' is really probably him..."

Afterwards, Zhang Heng asked Fatty Wang Yuan for some specific information about the "Zhi Yan Demon Lord", and then sighed lightly.

There were only a few people who had walked out of the bloody cave: Zhang Heng, Wang Yuan, Zhao Rui, and He Yixiu.

Now, when we meet Wang Yuan, we have news about Zhao Rui again.

Between conversations, Zhang Heng came to the main site of the Zhao State Fair.

The trade club is on the top of the main peak of Qingyun Mountain. The area here is very active and large enough to accommodate the shuttle of 100,000 monks.

The Zhao State Trading Group clearly stipulates that only monks above the foundation-building stage can trade here.

Otherwise, too many low-level monks will come here, which will be enough to squeeze the main peak of Qingyun Mountain.

Several people fell down from the "Purple Flying Carpet" and stared at the huge trading market in front of them.

In the entire main peak of Qingyun Mountain, the number of foundation building period and elixir formation period is the largest.

Most monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage set up a stall in a conspicuous place on the top of the mountain, with some items to be traded on it, and some notes next to it. The monks who come and go can clearly see what to trade at the stall. If they want to trade, they can negotiate with the stall owner. Generally speaking, no monk dares to cheat or cause trouble here.

The place where monks in the Jiedan stage trade is different. These dozens of pavilions and pavilions are built on the top of the mountain. Most monks in the Jiedan stage trade here, and monks in the Foundation Establishment stage generally do not enter.

As for the Nascent Soul cultivators with higher cultivation levels, they usually fly to several radiant pavilions floating above the main peak of Qingyun Mountain. These pavilions are a special magic weapon, and they have their own universe. It is impossible for cultivators with insufficient strength to enter it even if they want to enter it.

In addition, a huge island is suspended on the side of the main peak of Qingyun Mountain.

The island was covered with a layer of purple glow, and the figures inside were blurred, so even the spiritual consciousness could not invade it. Zhang Heng used his spiritual consciousness to test it and immediately bounced back. He thought to himself that with the spiritual consciousness in the Nascent Soul stage, it was almost impossible to pass through the ban on this huge island.

So far, Zhang Heng has not seen any monks enter this island.

Occasionally, one or two Nascent Soul monks attempted to enter, but were blocked by the ban set outside the island.

"Only on the day the fair officially begins, 'Fei Ling Island' will open."

A mechanical sound would be made from the ban, causing the monks who were trying to enter it to return home in disgrace.

"What kind of trading place will this Feiling Island be?"

Zhang Heng thought about it secretly, but was not anxious.

At this moment, there are still ten days left before the Zhao State Fair begins, so he will not rush to buy anything.

"This... Fellow Daoist Zhang, we want to find a place to trade something."

Wang Yuan hesitated for a moment and asked Zhang Heng for advice.

Zhang Heng thought for a while before saying, "Then you go..."

Zhang Heng's spiritual consciousness can completely cover the entire main peak of Qingyun Mountain, and he doesn't believe that Wang Yuan will play any tricks.

In addition, as long as Wang Yuan is not a fool, he will not reveal the secrets about Zhang Heng and others.

Zhang Heng really couldn't raise much murderous intention for Fatty Wang Yuan, an old friend who had tried in the Blood Killing Cave. Moreover, it was impossible for Zhang Heng to kill him here in Qingyun Mountain's main trading location.

Watching Fatty Wang Yuan leave.

As if he felt Zhang Heng's gaze, the fat man suddenly turned around, with a kind of sincerity in his heart, and sent a voice transmission: "We will walk from Fangyun Mountain into the Blood Killing Cave together, and we will be lucky enough to walk out of the Shura Hell alive. Even if we cannot become an immortal, I am satisfied. I sincerely hope that you can let me live a life!"

"You are a smart person and can also resist the temptation. After the trade fair, don't come to contact us again and leave here quickly..."

Zhang Heng’s cold voice transmission. (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log in.readnovel., more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)
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