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Chapter 126
"Wow!"

After entering the city, the oncoming noise and bustling crowds made everyone feel the prosperity of Hexagonal City.

What is even more shocking is that thousands of them entered the city, but they did not make the city crowded, nor did they cause any obvious changes in the flow of people in the city.

"That's Qingyun Tower. Your accommodation has been arranged for you. You can go there according to your own needs." Jia Wei pointed to the western one among the six pavilions and informed everyone.

"clear."

"Remember, Hexagonal City was built by six sects. Everyone must strictly abide by the rules here and not fight privately. Otherwise, Qingyun Sect will not favor you." Jia Wei warned everyone.

"Yes."

"During the Six Sects Competition, everyone can stay in Hexagonal City for free. After the Six Sects Competition, if you want to continue living in Hexagonal City, you must pay spiritual stones according to the rules!" After Jia Wei finished speaking, he and the others The foundation-building deacon headed towards Qingyun Tower.

Everyone also looked regretful, because they all sensed the rich spiritual energy in the Hexagonal City, and wanted to wait for a while, but they did not expect that the Hexagonal City was only temporarily open to everyone for free.

Wang Lian retreated without leaving a trace, slowly left the crowd, and went to wander alone.

Since Wang Lian was just an unknown person in the Qingyun Sect, and almost no one knew him, Wang Lian's departure did not attract anyone's attention.

Wang Lian was also happy that no one cared about him, so he walked around leisurely by himself.

Wang Lian just wandered around in Hexagonal City for a while, and he could feel that the overall level of the monks in Hexagonal City was much higher than that in Xianyuanfang City.

Not to mention anything else, there were no less than ten foundation-level monks that Wang Lian saw along the way.

And in that Xianyuanfang City, the foundation-level existence is a divine dragon that never sees its end.

Wang Lian walked on the street and scanned the shops on both sides. Some of those shops sold elixirs, some sold magic weapons, some sold magic talismans, and so on.

Wang Lian really wanted to go to some elixir shops and ask them if they had the elixirs that the foundation-building monks needed.

However, Wang Lian thought about it and restrained his impulse.

He felt that it was a bit too conspicuous for him to inquire about the elixirs needed for the foundation-building monks when he first arrived.

So, Wang Lian instead chose to enter a shop selling magic weapons. After walking around inside, he also left without interest.

Although there are many top-quality magic weapons in these shops that sell magic weapons, there are even one or two spiritual weapons that serve as store treasures.

However, Wang Lian doesn't need too many top-quality magic weapons now.

As for the store's treasures, they are not as good as the twelve water and fire flags, star sword and other spiritual weapons in Wang Lian's hands.

Of course, there are some larger shops that sell magic weapons on the first floor and more advanced spiritual weapons on the second floor.

It's just that most of the monks on the second floor were foundation builders. Wang Lian, a tenth-level Qi-training monk, didn't dare to go to the second floor alone.

Therefore, Wang Lian had no choice but to walk around on the first floor before choosing to leave.

Of course, Wang Lian didn't feel sorry for this. After all, he only had to wait for a while to build the foundation. By then, it would be safer for him to come to these shops.

Wang Lian wandered around the Hexagonal City for a while, passing some ordinary street stalls where casual cultivators sold items.

Compared with those regular stores, the items on these street stalls are of mixed quality. If you want to buy good things, you have to pay attention to your eyesight.

Wang Lian didn't think he had any good eyesight, so he didn't want to wander around these stalls.More importantly, with his current wealth, he can go to regular stores to buy expensive ones. When buying good ones, there is no need to shop around.

However, just when Wang Lian was about to leave, a hint of induction caught Wang Lian's attention.

"It's Qinghe." Wang Lian's sense came from the slave seal in Qinghe's sea of ​​consciousness, which meant that Qinghe was probably mixed in this large stall.

Wang Lian looked around and saw in the corner, a female cultivator with gray hair, a deathly air all over her body, and a fox-face mask, squatting next to her stall.

This female cultivator with a lifeless look was naturally Qing He, and Wang Lian knew that Qing He's miserable appearance at this time was not a disguise, but the real thing.

Because the induction transmitted from the slave mark to Wang Lian is also extremely weak, it indicates that Qing He, who was planted with the slave mark, is about to reach the end of his life.

"Zhang Yuan said when he died that Qing He had two years left in his life."

Wang Lian remembered Zhang Yuan's words last time, and counted on his fingers. At this time, about one year and eight months had passed since Zhang Yuan's death.

"Almost." Wang Lian saw from the induction from the slave seal that Qinghe had two months left to live, and the two siblings did not lie to him.

Wang Lian was not surprised when Qinghe appeared here, because the unrest among the monsters in Yunmeng Mountain Range had subsided, which indirectly made the road to Hexagonal City safer.

Therefore, it is quite normal for Qinghe to come to this Hexagonal City to practice his luck, which has more resources.

At this time, in front of the booth where Qinghe was, there were two men of about five to three sizes, both of whom were practicing at the tenth level of Qi Dzogchen.

The auras of these two men, Wang Lianguan, were solid, far exceeding the tenth level of ordinary Qi training. They seemed to have taken the Foundation Establishment Pill, but the Foundation Establishment failed.

"Fellow Taoist, do you want to sell the two centenary-year-old yellow ginseng in this array?" A man with a beard asked with a shout in his voice, and his eyes were filled with evil intentions.

Wang Lian looked at the formation disk that the bearded man was talking about. Judging from the spiritual power emitted from the surface of the formation disk, it was at least a formation disk comparable to a mid-grade spiritual weapon.

The effects of yellow ginseng and spiritual ginseng are similar. They can heal wounds, prolong life, and quickly restore spiritual power. However, in the same year, the effect of yellow ginseng is only about half of that of spiritual ginseng.

Two 200-year-old yellow ginseng is actually only about one thousand lower-grade spiritual stones, which is almost the price of a low-grade spiritual weapon. It would be a bit sinister to want to buy a mid-grade spiritual weapon worth three thousand low-grade spiritual stones.

"Not for sale!" Qinghe's voice was no longer as smooth and melodious as before, becoming a little hoarse, but still very firm.

"Hey, you're already half dead, and you don't want to get some yellow ginseng to keep you alive. Do you really want to die guarding this formation?" Another big man with a scar on his face said with a ferocious smile.

At this time, Wang Lian could vaguely see that Qinghe seemed to need the yellow ginseng to continue his life, and the two men also saw this, so they sold it for a price and forced Qinghe to submit at the cost of Qinghe's own life.

It's just that Wang Lian didn't understand. The Qing He brothers and sisters once said that the treasure that could extend Qing He's life was difficult for even Yuanying monks to find. Why would they be threatened by a mere 200-year-old yellow ginseng at this time.

Wang Lian knew that 200-year-old yellow ginseng was not easy to obtain for Qi-training monks, but there was still a chance to find it at some cost.

"I won't sell him even if I die." Qing He's temperament is stronger than Wang Lian imagined, and he doesn't care about his own life or death.

"When you die, these things of yours will still be ours, and you won't even get yellow ginseng." The man with a beard wanted to hurt Qinghe with his words.

"As long as we are here, no one will dare to buy your array." The scarred man also said sullenly.

When Wang Lian saw this, he probably understood that these two men had some connections in Hexagonal City. Although they did not dare to violate the rules of Hexagonal City that did not allow private fights, they could make some small moves to make things difficult for some monks.

(End of this chapter)