Xihai Tower, looking at the turbulent sea waves, I am still moving

This place is under the demon master Li Ren... If it weren't for this, it wouldn't be able to suppress the huge scene and be valued by people from all over the world.

In the Wanghai Tower, there are demon cultivators from all walks of life who have transformed into great demons from all walks of life. Even people outside the sea are happy to sell goods here.

With the Fenghai Rebellion, there is only such a place that allows everyone to trade with confidence. If they change to other places, demon cultivators may have to use magic weapons to speak in order to "disclose the existence and non-existence".

As soon as Zhang Fan and Xiruo entered, they felt a sudden sense of enlightenment, as if they were not entering a portal, but a narrow entrance to a valley, which really saw the magnificent valley.

Although it looks magnificent, it is just a building, and it can be so big. But when you look inside, it is not the same thing at all.

The first floor of Wanghai Tower is a square with an extremely large area of ​​thousands of feet, occupying the entire field of view of the entry-level.

During this period, there are many demon cultivators from all sides who trade with each other. There are stall sellers, whispers and communicate secretly, and there are also one or two masters who are proud to enter the second level.

Such formation methods are rare overseas. Most of the first-timers are stunned, but for Zhang Fan and Xiruo, they are nothing more than that. It would be fine if they were a little surprised.

After shopping around and buying several items unique to Fenghai, the two of them did not stop on the first floor, but went straight to the second floor.

What Zhang Fan wants is not something that ordinary demon cultivators on the first floor can provide.

When he stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor, with his spiritual sense, he suddenly felt a spiritual sense entanglement. As if he had discovered something, the spiritual sense returned with a touch. At the same time, the two young monks on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on the stairs on

Needless to say, this is the qualification required to go to the second floor.

For ordinary monks, they have enough to go up to the second floor. Unless they have a special identity or strong strength, they can ensure sufficient purchasing power. Contact the host of Wanghailou.

After the test, after receiving the divine message, the two young monks guarding the portal would naturally not stop them. What they didn't know was that at the same time, an old man with white hair on the second floor. With a "punch", a big mouthful of blood spurted out, and his expression instantly became depressed.

"Hurry, please inform the head and personally welcome the two people who came up with the Internet."

The old man took a breath and did not care about the feeling of fatigue in his body that he was empty, and quickly shouted to the disciples who were guarding the door.

After the words came to an end, the white-haired old man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the disciple's footsteps gone, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

After he had just sent two disciples guarding the gate as usual, he had just retracted his spiritual consciousness and felt a powerful thought coming along the way and suddenly hit him.

The touch was about to stop, like a breeze, brushing past his face. However, this demon cultivator who had cultivated his pill in the late stage suffered a great loss.

The old man with white hair knew that this was the warning given to him by the other party, which was also a sign of mercy. Otherwise, just feeling the terror at that moment would almost overwhelm him.

If this thought is not about to stop at once, but is pressing over, even if the body is not damaged, his soul will definitely be severely damaged, and even affect the foundation of the body.

"Terrible and terrifying!"

"I don't know who the master?"

The old man with white hair was still pondering with lingering fear. Zhang Fan and Xiruo had already walked up the steps and stepped onto the second floor. As soon as they showed up, they saw a middle-aged monk in green walking quickly, waved away the maid who was about to come forward to greet him, and tidied up his clothes and said, "I am the concubine here, I have met two seniors."

"Two seniors came from afar, and Hairang was in trouble. Now I prepare a little wine to wash away the dust of the two. I also ask for a lot of seniors, and Hairang has a lot of open buildings."

"Please do this."

This middle-aged man in green, named Haishan, spoke respectfully and acted politely. Even Xiruo was beautiful. He never looked at him rudely and even apologized directly. Although he never mentioned the temptation, his attitude was low enough.

"Master of the Sea. Please!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and said, never mentioning the temptation anymore.

It is said that whether it is the white-haired old man or the chief of the Haishan, it is unfair enough.

The old man with white hair is a special demon cultivator who has strengthened his spiritual consciousness. With his cultivation and spiritual consciousness, even a monk who is a Jindan Hengfeng Peak can never be able to detect it.

As for the Nascent Soul-level masters, there are only a handful of them above Feng Hai, and the people in the Wanghai Tower will naturally recognize them. This will not happen.

But Zhang Fan and Xiruo both had no choice but to swallow the muteness.

After all, the divine sense tests the real person of the Nascent Soul, so will the other party be angry.

It is also through this that Haishan affirmed that Zhang Fan and the others were monks from the outer sea.

Seeing that Zhang Fan was not doing anything for himself, he also breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed, and led the way.

After the film Hong, in a luxuriously decorated hall, Zhang Fan, Xiruo, and Haishan took the seats separately, and all the maids were driven out. Haishan's face, which was originally sent down, was filled with tension and hesitation.

"this

Haishan jumped for a while and asked, "I dare to ask the two seniors, what do you mean by wanting to get the full map of Fenghai Geometrical Map?"

"This doesn't require the Haizhu to ask about it. Zhang's own usefulness is

"What? The Haizhu is unwilling to sell it to Zhang?" Zhang Fan said with a smile at Haishan. His eyes were as if they were solid, piercing into his eyes, making him tremble for a moment. He complained secretly.

The entire Fenghai Geometric Map that Zhang Fan wanted was not just a simple map, but also various forces, all special locations, products, etc.

Such a map is probably very few of them that can be found in the entire Fenghai, only a few transformed monsters, and forces like the demon master Li Ren.

This is no longer a problem with the spirit stone.

"No, no, my senior misunderstood Haishan, so naturally it wouldn't be like this."

Haishan hesitated for a moment, but after all, he still refused to sin like this master, so he agreed.

The ubiquitous oppression of the voice website finally dissipated, and he also breathed a sigh of relief. If it were not for the guests present, he would have to sweat a little.

The owner of Wanghailou is the demon master Li Ren. But how can the real person of Yuanying offend him casually? He has no choice.

But in a moment, the general picture Zhang Fan wanted was delivered to his hands. After a brief investigation, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, thank you Master Hai for your help. Zhang thanked me."

Zhang Fan smiled and put away the general picture. With this thing in his hand, he would never be pitch black against Feng Hai anymore.

He handed out a few top-grade spirit stones, and without waiting for Haishan to postpone, Zhang Fan continued to ask: "Master Hai, Zhang is asking you a question, this is done..."

As he said that, Zhang Fan reached out and stroked in the air. The stars were shining, the water waves rippled, forming a canyon scenery

"Why is it called "thunder strikes the gorge?"

The scene that appeared in front of the sea and mountains was a picture of looking down at the canyon from a high place. He knew at first sight that it was the lightning strike gorge in the full map of the wind and sea he provided.

"Thunder strikes the gorge

Seeing the water moon mirror flower in his hand, Haishan was shocked at first. Then he suppressed it. Although he didn't know why Zhang Fan asked about the canyon alone without asking about it, he still replied: "Thunder strike gorge is an ancient name, and it has been there since ancient times. No one knows the specific one. Only know that the location is special, two islands floated out of the sea, and a canyon looks like a canyon."

"After three hundred and sixty-five days a year, all the people thunder slammed into the canyon, and they were endless and powerful. Even if the immortals could enter it, they could not last for a while, and they would become powder."

"but

Haishan said with a wry smile: "The lightning strikes the gorge is gone."

"Absent?"

Zhang Fan was not surprised. As if he had expected it, he asked casually. He looked at each other and saw the smiles in each other's eyes. It was clearly saying: "It's here."

"Yeah, it's gone."

"About a hundred years ago, lightning struck outside the gorge, and no matter where you look, you can only see clouds. No matter how you see the canyon, there is only lightning struck."

"If you can enter it, you will lose your way. Even if a master of formation enters, you will often not be able to leave and sit in until you die! Therefore, it is regarded as a daunting path."

"It is said that there are still real people in Yuanying who went to investigate, but they still returned empty-handed and never discovered anything. Senior,

Before Haishan finished speaking, he saw Zhang Fan smile on his face, waved his hand, indicating that he would not be able to do so again

It's right.

"Thank you, Chief Hai, Zhang said goodbye."

All those who should be inquired have been found out. Zhang Fan naturally had no interest in talking about Haishan, so he took Xiruo and walked outside the door.

"Senior, wait a moment."

After two steps, Haishan rushed up. He respectfully held a delicate black jade and token in both hands and said, "In one month, the Lord of the Demon Lord will hold a trading conference for the Nascent Soul Real World in Wanghailou. At that time, all real people and great monsters may attend the meeting. If the seniors have time, they might as well come and take a look."

Zhang Fan paused for a moment, took the jade plaque casually and said, "Thank you, Lord Hai."

Without saying whether he would come, he turned around and left with Xiruo.

After the two of them disappeared in the building of Wanghai. The sea and mountains remained still, until the sound of coughing came from beside them. They turned around and said, "Old Li is ill. You need to cultivate more. If you have something to say, it's just like Hai's voice, why should you come in person?"

The one who came to him was the old white-haired man.

At this time, his face was full of grayness and coughed, "I'm fine, the master, I'm merciless. I don't know where the real person came from. It's so terrifying."

When I spoke, I still looked like I was still scared.

"Who knows?"

Haishan sighed and helped Old Li walk into the room. He said as he walked: "Fortunately, the Demon Lord will come in one month, and then he will be the one who will make the decision."

“Boom

It was clear that the sky was clear, but there was thunder all over the sky, slashing into the clouds and storming into the fog on the sea, and suddenly disappeared.
Chapter completed!