The north wind is cool, the rain and snow are clear; the north wind is shrouded, the rain and snow are falling.

A lone cliff, isolating yin and yang.

The whirring sounds, pouring in from dense holes, turning into, and whimpering;

It roared, and the forests were shuttled through, leaving behind, and the ghosts were crying sadly.

It is for the cliff, wash away all the desolation, face the bleakness, and be sad in the leftovers.

This sadness is that things hurt their kind; this is all about pain that hurts the skin.

For this alone, there is no trace of people in normal times. Even if you never pass by, you will subconsciously circle around and don’t want to get close.

The pride of the cultivator is torn to pieces here. No matter how amazing the talent is, even if he was once powerful, he is no different from the mortals who have never been seen. He is as alive as the plants and trees. He struggles for a lifetime and becomes illusory.

If you are not on the road to immortality, you will never understand what kind of shock it is to face this cliff!

Cowardly, unwilling to accept it, sinking, rising up, and in front of it, it can only turn into a long sigh.

A faint sigh sounded, Zhang Fan turned his ears and listened to the soft sounds coming from the wind.

The sound was so weak that it seemed that the power of a lifetime had been exhausted, and even the last sign of existence was so powerless.

"Go along the way, Uncle Kang!"

It has been five years since the blood spirit pill obtained through hardships, but it can only delay his life span for five years. In the end, he still can't escape that day.

Fortunately, my life's hard work was not in vain.

Zhang Fan held the things in his hand a little tightly, not knowing whether he should be happy or sad for him.

"Farewell forever, Uncle Kang. Farewell forever, cliff."

"I, Zhang Fan, would rather have my sword and blood sprinkled in the sky and die in a fight than to be buried here silently."

After a moment of silence, he turned around and left.

...

In the most prosperous area of ​​the market, there is a tower that is conspicuous and mysterious to low-level monks.

——Duobao Pavilion.

The name is vulgar, but the meaning of the representation is quite good.

It is not only Qinzhou, but also the entire world of immortal cultivation, with six major business businesses, communication and business all over the world.

No matter what kind of treasure or what kind of treasure, you can have everything and be rich in the world. You can also make friends with random cultivators, cultivate children, and form a force without allowing all major sects to be allowed to do so.

The Faxiangzong Market is one of the few monks gathering in the Qinzhou area. With a strong popularity, there are naturally six major business companies that are indispensable.

Duobao Pavilion is the earliest and largest one.

As usual, the spacious hall on the first floor of Duobao Pavilion was crowded with people, watching and discussing in front of various magical instruments, elixirs and talismans, and a lively scene.

The difference is that there are few people on the stairs leading to the second floor. Throughout the morning, there were only a few foundation-building seniors standing out in front of everyone's eyes, holding their heads up and down.

The low-level monks on the first floor were envious and could only base themselves on reality. They carefully selected the ordinary people in front of them, and did not dare to have any extravagant expectations.

The real profit of Duobao Pavilion is naturally not the popular goods placed on the first floor. From magic weapons to magic weapons, there are many fine products, but the prices are also amazingly high, which is definitely not something that ordinary monks can afford.

However, there are always exceptions in everything in the world.

Look, a young monk wearing a mysterious golden robe walked in, then looked around and went straight to the second floor without stopping.

"Master, why...

He spoke as a young monk with a young eyebrows full of youth, and no matter how he looked at it, he was no more than twenty years old.

When he spoke, he had doubts in his tone and was a little gloating, but he stopped just after he was halfway through.

One thing is that I just discovered that the cultivation level of the visitor is far better than that of his. Although it is far less compelling than the predecessor of the Foundation Establishment Stage who left before, it is as deep as the sensing, and even feels stronger than the master of the eleventh level of the Qi Refining Stage.

The second is the reaction of the shop clerk. When he saw the visitor going upstairs, the client next to him not only did not stop him, but also nodded and greeted him while leaning sideways forward, which is typical of meeting a regular customer of Haoke.

"This is a famous young talent in the Faxiang Sect Zhang Fan and Jiao Daoist."

"It's him! I heard that five years ago..."

Before the young monk could wait for his master's response, the well-informed monk stood up and showed off.

Five years was not long for the cultivator, and Zhang Fan's mysterious gold suit was so eye-catching. In just a moment, the old things from a few years ago were moved out one by one, instantly filling his ears.

"Hmph, what's the point? It's just that I've been lucky enough to enter the sect. If I were too..." Like all young people, the young monk was full of dissatisfaction and just thought about what he was like, but he didn't know that there were some things in the world that others could do but they couldn't do.

The discussion behind him and the whispers of a young monk in the dark naturally did not affect Zhang Fan's pace. Soon, he appeared in the second floor.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a fat figure came forward and said enthusiastically: "Welcome, long time has passed by Friend Zhang. If it weren't for the brother's invitation, I really don't know when you will be in seclusion?"

"President Xiang is kind." Zhang Fan smiled and walked side by side with him, saying as he walked: "The threshold of your Duobao Pavilion is too high, I dare not come to the door!"

"Haha, fellow Taoist Zhang is joking about it again. We fellow Taoist is just like that. Don't mention anything that is in charge of things," he said, and patted Zhang Fan's shoulder boldly, his actions were so enthusiastic and friendly that it didn't seem like he wanted to do business, but he was like he was going to be a sworn brother.

This person is called Xiang Ming, who is in charge of the matter here. Zhang Fan has had several times with him, so it is not difficult for Xiang Ming to get along with him. He can get along with someone by just saying a few words. He can find out his fortune by finding out his fortune. If he stays with him for a while, he will have to turn over the Qiankun bag. He is really an amazing master.

Zhang Fan is naturally no match for him. After being slaughtered several times, he has summarized his experience. He just smiled but didn't say anything along the way, letting him talk so much. We won't stop, what can you do to me?

If this trick is used to deal with others, it will be a mess, but for Xiang Ming, it is completely a slight idea.

It was not awkward to sing a solo show alone all the way. In the long journey, Zhang Fan didn't feel the passing of time at all. He just felt in a daze and arrived at the place.

After all, Duobao Pavilion is Duobao Pavilion, and it is completely different from the Banxian Pavilion he opened. Just looking at the place they are at this time, the level is suddenly widened.

Looking around, you lean on the high mountains and the angry waters, flowing springs and waterfalls, like the mountains after rain; you are surrounded by ancient trees on the sky, with flowers blooming like vast forests; there is a green stream in front of you, and a pond behind you plant green lotus, with tender grass under your feet and clear sky above you.

An ordinary building was created with the intention of a forest and spring, making people feel comfortable when they are there.

This is not the first time I have been here, but every time I come, Zhang Fan still has to appreciate it, and at the same time he complains about his extravagance in his heart.

Such scenery is naturally not created out of thin air, but can only achieve such an almost real effect with several specially refined large magic weapons combined with the illusion array that never stops running, and then coordinate with the expert in the artifacts and array masters.

Are they useful? Defense or attack? Of course, they do not have it. The only function is to make visitors feel comfortable and make them feel happier when they bloom the spirit stone.

For this purpose, the spirit stones that maintain the magic circle every day are a huge number, enough to make ordinary monks lose everything.
Chapter completed!