Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 161
In a cave more than [-] feet underground in Heisha City, an auction is being held. The people here are all hiding their heads and showing their tails, and they dare not reveal the slightest trace.

But even so, covered by cloaks, the breath of these monks is also uncomfortable. Accompanied by the unknown smell of corpses and choking blood, the auction house with dozens of people is like a slaughterhouse. It looks clean, but it just makes people want to stay longer.

Fang Qingyuan brought Jin Bao among them, both of them were covered under the cloak, after Fang Qingyuan asked Wu Mi about the location of this place yesterday, he gave Wu Mi dozens of spirit stones, which was considered as the end of this employment.

Dozens of spirit stones are nothing to Fang Qingyuan, but they are Wu Mi's monthly income.

After Wu Mi got these spirit stones, she squinted her eyes with a smile, and told Fang Qingyuan her address, saying that Fang Qingyuan could go to her anytime if needed.

Fang Qingyuan waited quietly until the auction was over, then took out a token and showed it to the man in black beside him.

This token was given to Fang Qingyuan by the mafia leader of Yuanlingfang City, saying that with this token, he could buy information in any place where the black market exists.

"The honored guests come to welcome you from afar."

The person who came out was a steward of the black market here, surnamed Wen, built a foundation, and was a standard Futai businessman. He smiled and narrowed his eyes.

After a few conversations between the two sides, Wen Guanshi got to the point first:

"Fellow Daoist wants to know something, as long as the spirit stone is suitable, you can say anything."

Fang Qingyuan didn't say much, and directly expressed his thoughts. He wanted to have a deeper understanding of the inside story between the several forces here.

Although Wu Mi spoke roughly, but with her cultivation base, she knew many things in detail, so Fang Qingyuan had better figure it out, so that he could live here with peace of mind.

After a while, Fang Qingyuan, who got the news, remained calm, and thanked Steward Wen:

"Thank you, Manager Wen, for clarifying my doubts. I will inevitably disturb you a few times in the future."

After paying the Lingshi, Fang Qingyuan got up to leave, and Guanshi Wen bowed and watched them go out.

Logically speaking, he should have delivered it to the door, but as the steward of the black market, he is a little arrogant no matter what, and it is understandable to be reserved after the business is completed.

But seeing that Fang Qingyuan was about to go out, he remembered something, he turned around and asked:
"Guan Wen, I wonder if there are any good divination masters here in Heisha City?"

Steward Wen was taken aback, and then he replied fluently: "If the distinguished guest has such a request, I can contact you on my behalf, but..."

"Lingshi is naturally easy to talk about."

With Fang Qingyuan's consent, Wen Guanshi readily stated the names of the three of them, among which the leader of the Fu Gua League, Chu He, was ranked first, and the remaining two, contrary to Fang Qingyuan's expectations, were all Qi practitioners.

Fang Qingyuan's question about the divination was also for the sake of his foundation building. If he still couldn't find an opportunity to build a foundation in this city, then he could only rely on the power of the divination.

After leaving the black market, passages extending in all directions appeared in front of Fang Qingyuan. It turned out that the underground of Heisha City had been almost emptied by those monks over the years. Due to the storm on the ground, after moving away from the Wind Breath Gate, some monks They simply built lair strongholds underground, and this black market is one of them.

You dig and I dig, so with the passage of time, the underground of the Black Sand City has gradually evolved into a large beehive. Inside the underground are densely packed tunnels. Although there is insufficient light, they form a network extending horizontally and vertically.

Because it is underground, lighting should be very important. On the way here, Fang Qingyuan saw many different lighting methods.

One is a ball of light suspended in a high dome, which is incandescent in color and can illuminate a radius of several miles. Because of its distance, height, and height, there are differences in light and shade, forming patches of light, and the reflection below is grotesque;
Another kind of light source is the fluorite inlaid on the cave wall, dotted with stars, it looks like a starry sky from a distance, very gorgeous, but the light is soft and moderate, and the body feels comfortable.

These are not the handicrafts that ordinary casual cultivators can make. If Fang Qingyuan's prediction is correct, it is the work of two big forces in this city, Fu Gua League and Da Zou Tang.

After disappearing their tracks along the way, Fang Qingyuan and Jin Bao walked around a few times according to the rough map Wu Mi gave them, and then returned to the ground.

After confirming that no one was following him, Fang Qingyuan returned to his dorm.

Three days later, Fang Qingyuan found Wu Mi again. This little girl still had no business and looked very bleak. When she saw Fang Qingyuan, she was pleasantly surprised.

"Senior, I see you again, what are your orders this time?"

Wu Mi stepped forward quickly, while Fang Qingyuan said:

"Drink tea first."

It was still a familiar place, but this time Fang Qingyuan drank the spirit tea he made himself. After a pot of tea, Fang Qingyuan said:
"Find me a cave residence. It should be secluded and safe. It doesn't need to be located on a few levels of spiritual land, as long as you can practice."

Hearing Fang Qingyuan's request, Wu Mi quickly drank the tea in the cup, and then said:

"If you don't require the rank of the spiritual land, then this kind of place is easy to find. Just look at the place where the senior wants to live in Heisha City, and the Fugua League is full of fish and dragons. Many small sects and monk families gather together. It is inevitable. There are some turmoil and conflicts, but the business there is prosperous, if the seniors want to buy some cultivation materials, they can find them when they go out.

The management of Dazhaotang is a little stricter, and its composition is relatively simple. The core of it all comes from one place. Although there are few people, it is more aggressive. Gua Meng lagged behind by more than one notch. "

After Wu Mi analyzed for a while, Fang Qingyuan said without thinking:
"Go to the Fu Gua League, go and find a few places for me first. If you can rent it, you can rent it. If you can't, you can buy it. This is a deposit of spirit stones. If you don't have enough, you can ask me for it."

After Fang Qingyuan finished speaking, he took out a one-party storage bag and put it in front of Wu Mi. Fang Qingyuan had a lot of storage bags like this one in the Immortal Mansion, each containing a thousand spirit stones.

After instructing Wu Mi, Fang Qingyuan motioned her to drink slowly, and then he took Jinbao to go out. Of course, he had already paid for the tea in advance.

Inside the house, Wu Mi opened the storage bag, and was immediately shocked by the number of spirit stones inside. Her small mouth opened slightly, and she almost bit her tongue. She had never seen so many spirit stones in her entire life.

Wu Mi hugged the storage bag tightly subconsciously, and she didn't let go after realizing that she was alone in the room. She was a little nervous, and after a long time like this, after drinking the spirit tea on the table without any taste, Wu Mi finally stood up. With a slightly bulging belly, she wandered off to find a cave for Fang Qingyuan.

And Fang Qingyuan followed Wu Mi for a long time, and found that Wu Mi was just doing business and didn't make any small moves, so he let go of the monitoring of Wu Mi.

According to Fang Qingyuan's comparison of the soul strength of the foundation-building monks, monitoring a young girl in the early stage of Qi training is naturally done flawlessly. Wu Mi still doesn't know that the generous and generous employer in her eyes has such thoughts.

Regarding this, Fang Qingyuan felt that there was nothing wrong with being careful, and given so many spirit stones all at once, Fang Qingyuan wanted to test Wu Mi, if Wu Mi dared to have any dark thoughts, then there would be a few more corpses in his immortal mansion.

After leaving Wumi, Fang Qingyuan took Jinbao to South Street. He was going to buy some more items and settle down in his new home. Although he would not stay here for long, the quality of life should not be too bad. Maybe he would live alone. If you feel more comfortable, then the foundation building opportunity will come out automatically.

After some shopping, Fang Qingyuan and Jin Bao went out of the South Street, ready to go back to the hostel, but when Fang Qingyuan made a routine detour, he frowned, and found a few monks hanging far behind him.

This black sand city is indeed more dangerous than southern Xinjiang. I just bought some worthless things and didn't show off my wealth, so I was targeted by people. It seems that there is no recognized big force to control people's greed. I couldn't hold back.

Fang Qingyuan found the people watching behind him, but those people didn't realize that they had been exposed. This was because Fang Qingyuan had practiced the Soul Dao technique for a long time, and the strength of his soul was almost the same as that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. , during this period, all the malice towards him was as obvious as a bonfire in the dark.

Two at the late stage of Qi training, three at the middle stage of Qi training, five people, with mixed breaths, not like the monks of the big school, I guess they look like casual cultivators who have no heels. Xiu, he must have been poor and crazy.

Fang Qingyuan's external cultivation was only in the middle stage of Qi training, and he was covered by a magic robe and a cloak without any extraordinary means. It was difficult to find out Fang Qingyuan's real cultivation, but even if Fang Qingyuan showed his late Qi training, the opponent's kind Strength, it is estimated that it can be won.

After walking for a while, Fang Qingyuan found that a monk in the late stage of Qi training led two monks in the middle stage of Qi training, and went around in front of him. It seemed that he was about to make a move.

Hmph, don't blame me if you want to die, Fang Qingyuan felt ruthless in his heart, turned around and walked towards a remote place.

The two monks behind Fang Qingyuan, after seeing Fang Qingyuan change direction, one of them asked immediately:
"Third brother, did this person find us? Why didn't he leave the main road and went to the ruins of Heisha beside him?"

"So what if you find out, a monk in the middle stage of Qi training, and a stupid spirit beast, can't escape our grasp, why, when the situation is imminent, don't you dare?"

"I always feel that there is something strange, why don't I forget it this time?"

"If you don't dare, just stay here by yourself, but in the future, our brotherhood will be broken."

After the third brother put down his words, he sped up and ran towards the place where Fang Qingyuan disappeared, while the worried monk hesitated again and again, finally sighed and followed.

But in the seven or eight breaths of time he was delayed, the situation ahead became irreversible. He followed the third brother to the position, and saw the third brother who was still full of air just now, who was being killed by thousands of dogs. Fist-sized poisonous bees are densely wrapped, no matter how the third brother releases his spells, he can't break out.

"The third one!"

With a roar, Fang Qingyuan turned around to look, and saw another monk in the late stage of Qi training, with two stunned monks in the middle stage of Qi training, looking at him angrily, Fang Qingyuan grinned at this person, and said to this person :

"Fellow Daoist, please try my supernatural power!"

Just as Fang Qingyuan finished speaking, waves of black seeds were taken out by Fang Qingyuan from the Immortal Mansion, like heavy rain, scattered for a mile, and then a vivid four-inch five-cent dragon appeared out of thin air, facing these seeds He spewed out a mouthful of pure wood spirit power, and in an instant, these seeds grew wildly, turning into vines, and entangled all the people present.

In just two breaths, the ruins full of black sand just now were covered with green vines. Seeing the vines sweeping like a poisonous python, the leading monk took out a fire crow pot, released a sky full of flames, and burned it at the vines. .

The leading monk responded decisively, and as soon as the flames burned hundreds of vines, the leading monk exclaimed:
"This vine is poisonous! Prepare the antidote and protect yourself."

"Hehehe, it's a bit late to know, since you like setting fire, I'll give you some more."

Fang Qingyuan made a mocking sound, but his face was still icy cold. Following his words, a strange-looking three-legged crow appeared above Fang Qingyuan's head, and spit out a burst of flames towards the vines all over the sky.

Thousands of vines began to be stained with flames as the flames passed by, but even so, the vines were still not burned, but with flames, they lashed out at other monks.

Fire vines, poisonous smoke, and raging flames were mixed together to create a grand scene. Such a change only happened in a short period of ten or so breaths. The few monks who came to ambush Fang Qingyuan are now regretful.

However, Fang Qingyuan was still dissatisfied with this, he laughed again:
"This is only two changes, not enough, the earth spirit is imprisoned!"

As soon as this remark was made, there was a ten-fold gravity attraction from the ground, which made the movement of these monks soaring and dodging extremely slow. It's about to crumble in an instant.

"Boss, the idea is too strong, hurry up and withdraw!"

"What about the third brother? Is he still in the deepest part?"

"I can't take care of it anymore, it's important to save my life, let's go!"

"I want to go, it's too late! Tiger!"

Fang Qingyuan's cold words abruptly inserted into the conversation between several people. After saying the word 'tiger', he heard the roar of a tiger on the field, and the next moment a three-foot-tall tiger with a white forehead and hanging eyes appeared.

(End of this chapter)