The corpse-year-old people rushed out, as if there was a elixir-shaped repulsion. Zhou Shuerqin made everyone unconsciously make way for him to walk by calmly.

"Rich senior!"

"Friend Rich Daoist, it's rare!"

"Brother Fu, if you have good things, please greet me. Don't hide it. I, Lao Zhang, can still afford to get out of the spirit stone."

Everyone present seemed to recognize this monk with a rich surname. However, in just a few dozen steps, seven or eight people greeted him, making his fat face tremble with a fat face, as if he would fall off at any time.

After a while, seeing that it was not a solution, the monk named Fu clasped his fists and bowed a pound. Luo Quaner bowed and said with a smile: "Friends, Fu has a distinguished guest today, so I have less to accompany you. If you have time, you might as well sit in my store, so that Fu can entertain you for one or two."

After saying that, he stopped talking to the monks around him and quickly walked towards Zhang Fan's place.

You know, this rich monk is a representative of the Faxiang Sect here, one of the most powerful people in the market. Such a big man actually came out to pick him up? Who is that person?

In an instant, the crowd was surging, and all the eyes were focused on the two people who were greeting each other. At this moment, the bearded man who caused the dispute saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he hurriedly drilled into the crowd and disappeared without a trace.

The monk surnamed Fu naturally did not take this little person to heart. He seemed to have no idea about the one who was concentrating on him. He walked straight to Zhang Fan, clasped his fists with a smile on his face and said, "I think this is Junior Brother Zhang! In Xia Fuchang, he is the head of the sect here. He has never been to welcome him, so he is negligent!"

When he appeared, Zhang Fan looked at him with great interest, saying that he had long since heard about this person

It's right.

Fuchang is a man who is good at business and socializing. He participated in the operation of some sect businesses very early. After building the foundation, he became the general manager of the sect's business in the Binhaifang City, and the first among the outer disciples.

Such a person may not have a high status among the sects, but the scale of the business he handles and the complex relationships he has in contact are extraordinary. Typically, he is not high and has a weight.

"I have met Senior Brother Fu, and I will take care of you in the future."

Such a character is indeed worth making friends. Seeing that the other party was polite, Zhang Fan also made some polite mistakes.

While he was looking at the other party, Fuchang was also observing the late-stage show of this sect.

He had heard of Zhang Fan's previous reputation. But at that time, he was just a disciple of the Qi Refining Stage. It was not worthy of attention. Now it is different. Since I received a message from the sect yesterday and knew that he had successfully built a foundation and would stay in the Binhai Market, Fuchang had a clear mind in his heart.

When I saw him today, the other party was quite modest and polite, not as sharp as those prodigal sons, arrogant and full of bad habits.

After seeing each other, Fuchang's eyes became more friendly.

Speaking of which, the two have no interest. One is good at fighting and the other is good at managing. There is no competition and comparison at all. In the future, they will have to spend a long time together. People like him are naturally good at making good relationships.

Both of them had seen the world, and even under the eyes of hundreds of people around them, they still started chatting as if no one was around.

Halfway through the conversation, Fuchang suddenly stopped, looked up, as if observing the sky, then pulled Zhang Fan and kept saying, "Junior Brother Zhang, let's come in and chat."

"What's going on?" Zhang Fan followed him into the shop in confusion, and his eyes seemed to see everyone looking up at the sky like Fuchang, and then scattered.

Although it was a bit like a sudden dispersion, they were not very urgent to act. Some vendors were even talking to customers around them when they closed their stalls, as if they were accustomed to all this.

Entering the store, I went straight to the second floor.

When he arrived here, Zhang Fan temporarily put Fuchang's strange behavior aside and focused on admiring the decorations here.

They are all big shops, but the decoration here is very different from the magnificent luxury of Duobao Pavilion.

The embossed wood decoration is simple and clear, and the artistic conception is distant. Just look at it, a rough and desolate atmosphere will pounce on it;

The bronze tripod is thick and dignified, dignified and noble, and its majesty is fully demonstrated;

The black stone round table has no trace of axe. It is harmonious and as if it is natural.

Everything is not magnificent, but exudes a simple and solemn smell. At a glance, people can feel the solemn meaning and inviolable power.

Seeing him paying attention to the decoration in the pavilion, Fuchang smiled and handed over a cup of spiritual tea, saying, "It's a little simpler, junior brother, don't dislike it!"

Zhang Fan took the tea and took a sip, and said with a smile: "Senior brother bullied me, can I have little knowledge? Such decoration must be of purpose, so please give me advice!"

"I dare not take it as a gift.

Fuchang looked around and said with a sigh: "There are many rebellious and brave people who are brave and cruel. If they do not show them to be old, authoritarian and intimidate, business will not be so easy to do."

Zhang Fan suddenly realized and agreed with his statement.

Before coming here, he learned a little about the situation in the overseas immortal cultivation world.

The overseas environment is very different from the mainland. Shaoling stone minerals are lacking ordinary refining, but there are many spiritual cultivators, and there are also a large number of monsters. In such an environment, large sects cannot be formed. Most of them are divided into different areas by islands. The competition among Wuyang is even more fierce than that of Jiuzhou in the mainland. The main trading target of the littoral market is these overseas cultivators. No wonder Fuchang has to rack his brains and even put a lot of thought into decoration. If this were not the case, even if the troubles over the past few days are not afraid, it will affect business.

After Fuchang finished introducing the article, he walked to the window, put up the window and looked out, then turned around and said, "Junior Brother Zhang comes here to see, this is a scene in our Binhai Market!"

Zhang Fan went forward after hearing this, followed the raised window and asked for it.

A long black line appeared in the sky without any warning and was moving forward at a rapid speed, just like waves rising from the sea and tides stacked and surging.

The speed was so fast that in just a blink of an eye, Zhang Fan saw their true meaning clearly.

"bird?"

Zhang Fan was stunned. Although it was far apart, he could roughly feel that these black birds were mostly the lowest-level monsters. Any disciple in the Qi Refining Stage could clean up a large group. Why should he hide?

"You'll know if you look." Fuchang smiled mysteriously, avoiding answering his doubts.

With just a few words, the birds had already flown above the market, and were covered in darkness, like the densest thunder and rain clouds in summer.

Afterwards, the behavior of these black birds made Zhang Fan speechless.

It was covered with the sky and the sun, like dark clouds pressing down on the top. Large pieces of bird droppings came down from the sky, making a wet and sticky sound like "papa".

With Zhang Fan's eyes, you can also see through the bird's guano rain. Light shields flashed on several pavilions not far away, isolating them from the outside.

I have time to use the shield but I can't come out to drive it away? It seems that these birds are not ordinary.

The black bird's body was not big. After about ten breaths, I thought that everything in my body had been discharged, so I shook my tail and flew around.

Zhang Fanwang breathed a sigh of relief and was about to ask something. But Fuchang pointed to the sky and said, "It's not over yet. This is the first batch. There must be about ten batches of these hatred birds to turn around. There is a day like this every month. None of them will come down to the ground and we will stool and pee."

As he said that, he looked at Zhang Fan's strange face and joked: "Junior Brother Zhang, you have caught up. It seems that you are quite destined to be with you and these hatred birds!"

You are just destined to be with these stolen birds! Zhang Fan gave him a blank look, turned his head silently and continued to look at the rare landscape.

The dung fell like rain, and in a flash, Fuchang explained the birds as he watched.

This bird is called the hatred bird by the monks nearby because it loves to hold grudges.

It suddenly appeared about eight hundred years ago. Not to mention the monks nearby, even after searching all the ancient books, they could not find their roots.

It is said that they first appeared in the Binhai Fangcheng City eight hundred years ago because they were chasing a monk. They didn't want the guy to be very slippery, so they ran into the market and got into the crowd and disappeared in an instant.

This is bad. The monks near the market finally learned how powerful this bird is.

Their revenge can no longer be described as force, and they stared at the place where the enemy disappeared, and the wind and rain remained unchanged for eight hundred years. Every other month, it would definitely come here to rain again, which means that the sea will die and rocks will rot.

These hatred birds initially did this to vent their anger. Now, after eight hundred years, they may have become accustomed to it. Even if the hatred is forgotten, the location of this "toilet" will not be forgotten.

The monks in the Binhaifang Market were so comfortable in the face of the bird droppings in the sky. It was accustomed to hundreds of years. At the beginning, how could the proud cultivators let these insignificant little monsters shit and pee on their heads? They must have driven them away.

However, the result was not very wonderful. The flock of hatred birds was so huge that they gathered together. Not to mention the foundation-building monk, even the little master of the alchemy might not dare to provoke him.

Later, somehow, he annoyed an old monster passing by, and chased after him alone. The corpse of the bird of hatred covered the entire sea. When he was about to kill the dead, an accident happened.

Somehow, this inconspicuous hatred bird actually had a good relationship with many powerful monsters in the sea. At the critical moment, the old monster of Nascent Soul was attacked by several monsters in the transformation stage. The body was broken, and the Nascent Soul barely ran back.

"It turns out to be like this." Listening to Fuchang's narration, Zhang Fan began to ponder.

Among monsters, the idea of ​​the strong being respected is much deeper than that of humans. The monsters in the transformation stage are equivalent to the old Nascent Soul monster among human cultivators. How could they have a good relationship with the lowest level of the demon bird, such as the Eagle Bird, and not one or two?

There is a secret hidden here! After a little emotion, Zhang Fan laughed again. The world of immortal cultivation is so big, and it has accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years, but there is no secret. There is no wonder everywhere. Can you explore it?

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

Seeing him looking at the hatred birds intently, Fuchang smiled and pointed at the still-spreading feces.

Chapter 1 of today.

It was a little later than usual. Sorry, I was not satisfied with it after making corrections several times, and it was delayed.
Chapter completed!