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Wang Xian flew to an inn in Yandao and stayed in the inn.Bubble)

Fu Yiwei offended Fairy Yan. Although Fairy Yan is very magnanimous, she can't guarantee that Fairy's subordinates won't make trouble for her. Therefore, she can't stay in Penglai Pavilion anymore, otherwise she will be persecuted and framed next.

Fu Yiwei flew over to the inn where Wang Xian was. Seeing Wang Xian, he said apologetically, "My lord, I blame Yiwei for causing so much trouble for my lord."

As she spoke, her eyes were red with tears welling up.

Wang Xian smiled faintly and said: "Miss Fu doesn't have to be like this, monks like hags will kill each other when I see them in the future. If I didn't come to Penglai Pavilion this time to buy a necessary array map, I would have already decided to do so." Kill that shrew, the hag."

Fu Yiwei resisted the urge to cry, and said: "In addition to Penglai Pavilion, there are some declining families in Yandao, and those declining families may have treasured the ancient formation map. The fifth picture of Tianbei was bought by the disciples of Penglai Pavilion at a low price accidentally. They came here. The monks on Yandao Island are all descendants of the disciples of Penglai Pavilion. They are bound by the rules of Penglai Pavilion. The array map was sold to foreign monks, because the asking price of Penglai Pavilion was too low. A pair of array maps worth 5000 million years of baby stones, foreign monks offered [-] million, and if Penglai Pavilion bought them, they would pay at most [-] million years of baby stones. It is also the reason why those aristocratic families took the risk to sell the array map privately."

"It turns out that there are such things. Well, Miss Fu, you stay in the inn, and all expenses are counted as my son's. You quit your job at Penglai Pavilion to avoid their retaliation." Wang Xian ordered, Swept out of the inn.

Fu Yiwei looked at Wang Xian's back gratefully, she stayed by Wang Xian's side at ease, because she was safe only by staying by Wang Xian's side, and no one would dare to mess with her.

Wang Xian looted to the street and wandered leisurely on the street. When he saw the array shop, he stopped and looked around to see if there was any array that he liked.

Turning one street after another, Wang Xian only saw some very ordinary formations, which he could chop up with a wave of Dayan Geng's golden sword, and they were of no great value to him at all.

Wang Xian wandered around all morning, and suddenly sensed that there was an ordinary-looking old man in the Golden Core realm secretly following him. Although the old man was very careful and kept far away from him, he was still keenly aware of it.

Looking as usual, Wang Xian continued to wander around, staying in a map store for a while, and then walked towards a wide square.

There were few pedestrians in the square, and the expression of the old man changed slightly when he stepped into the square.

Wang Xian turned to face the old man, his eyes were full of coldness, he sacrificed the Dayan Geng Golden Sword, and the murderous aura surged towards the old man.

The muscles of the old man's whole body stiffened, and he immediately apologized with a smile: "Senior! This junior is rude! This junior has a business to discuss with senior."

Wang Xian suddenly remembered that there were many ancient formations handed down from their ancestors in Yandao. He immediately understood what the old man meant. He looked around and said in a low voice, "Lead the way ahead!"

There was a bright light in the old man's eyes, he smiled and swept away to the distance.

Wang Xian followed closely behind. He saw that the old man was only a Golden Core cultivation base, and he had a spirit treasure in his hand, so he was not afraid of his tricks.

The old man swept towards the ancient buildings. He looked around from time to time, being extremely careful, and finally made a big circle and led Wang Xian into a dilapidated mansion.

The old man didn't dare to enter the mansion directly, but directly flew in from a corner of the mansion.

Wang Xian smiled lightly, thinking: "The disciples of these aristocratic families are really careful enough, they are afraid that the Penglai Pavilion will find out if they sell the formation map privately."

In front was a grassy courtyard. A lonely house was located on the north side of the courtyard. Most of the tiles had fallen off, and the cold wind poured directly into the house.

The old man turned to Wang Xian and said in embarrassment: "The family ancestor of the younger generation is a well-known array master of Penglai Pavilion. Tens of thousands of years ago, when it came to the Tan family, everyone knew it, but now the Tan family It has fallen to the point where there are only a hundred descendants left, and the mansion has almost become a ruined mansion. Hey! This is why the younger generation is willing to take the risk to sell the array map passed down from the ancestors to the seniors."

Wang Xian smiled faintly, and said: "Life is the most precious wealth. Don't be so sad, old man. As long as your array is useful to me, I will give you a high price."

The old man's expression brightened immediately, and he said, "Senior, follow me."

The old man led Wang Xian into Guanfeng's house, and cautiously came to a wall, broke the restrictions one after another, swept towards the wall like water waves, and disappeared into the water waves.

"There is another world on the other side of the wall." Wang Xian cautiously sacrificed the Xutian Cauldron and hovered over his head, swept into the wall, and came to a dark secret room.

The secret room is damp and closed, and it is an independent small space. On a table in the innermost part of the secret room, there is a dilapidated array map.

The old man quietly stood in front of the formation.

Wang Xian came to the front of the array, looked up at the scenery in the array, was shocked, and almost exclaimed, a Nascent Soul cultivator with a firm heart like him is calm when encountering major events, but seeing the people in the array Scenery was shocked in his heart, and said to himself: "That stone tablet is exactly the same as the stone tablet of the Nine Imperial Classics."

The stele is a hundred feet long, ten feet wide, and one foot thick, with golden characters written on it.

The stele seemed to be pierced by a treasure, and there were large rectangular holes in the center, and the four large rectangular holes happened to be the most important places for the words on the entire stele.

Four pieces were missing, and the words on the stele could not be connected together, but Wang Xian still guessed from the golden characters "Gong" that this stele recorded the most important "Nine Attacks" in the "Nine Classics". ".

Wang Xian had a deep understanding of the magical effect of the "Nine Royal Classics". Seeing the "Nine Attack Classics", he was not excited or shocked, but he quickly regained his composure, his face was full of indifference, but his eyes Staring at the stele, remembering the words on it in your mind.

The old man had been observing Wang Xian's every move, saw the changes in Wang Xian's expression, and thought: "This monk must have seen the stone tablet, and his heart was shocked. It is conceivable that this stone tablet must have a history. The stele. However, the monk soon became indifferent, and it seems that he was disappointed that the stele was missing four pieces."

The old man knew it well, coughed twice, and said to Wang Xian with a smile: "Senior, this stele was handed down by our ancestors. It is said that it has been tens of thousands of years, and has a long history. The ancestors entrusted the descendants of the Tan family, even if The last remaining member of the Tan family wants to keep this stele, which shows how precious this stele was in ancient times. Swords are given to heroes, and if seniors really want this stele, they will take out a 1000 million-year-old baby stone."

Wang Xian looked as usual, but in fact his heart was already turbulent: "The descendants of the Tan family don't know the value of this stele at all. The 1000 million-year baby stone is the 100 billion-year baby stone. Those big cultivators will still fight for it." Bloody head. Hehe, fortunately, this stele has met my son, so that the pearl will not be cast secretly."

After pondering for a moment, Wang Xian said: "Although this stele has some value, it is not a precious stele. It has a long history and is valuable for collection. It is a pity, it is a pity that the stele is incomplete. If it is complete, let alone 1000 million Nian baby stone, even if it is a 2000 million year baby stone, I will buy it without hesitation. Cough cough!"

The old man trembled, fearing that Wang Xian would not be interested in the stele, he immediately said: "Nine million-year-old baby stone!"

Wang Xian looked cold.

"Eight million-year-old baby stone!" Seeing Wang Xian's expression turned pale, the old man hastily lowered the price.

Wang Xian turned to leave, pretending to be completely uninterested in the stele.

The old man almost fell to the ground, and hurriedly shouted: "Senior, the 500 million-year-old baby stone, this is a formation diagram passed down tens of thousands of years ago, that stone tablet has a long history."

Wang Xian smiled calmly, looked at the stele with disdain, and said in a deep voice: "The 100 million-year-old baby stone, the dilapidated array map, and the incomplete stele are only worth this price."

The old man seemed to be completely exhausted, thought over and over again, and said with a cruel heart: "As long as the 200 million-year-old baby stone is produced by the senior, this formation map and the sealed stone tablet inside will belong to the senior. The 100-million-year baby stone is too little. Dead juniors won’t sell it either.”

Wang Xian held back his laughter, pretended to be indifferent, took out 200 million baby stones from his Qiankun bag and handed them to the old man, and put the dilapidated formation map into his Qiankun bag, laughing wildly in his heart: "The world-famous "Nine Attacks "Sutra" was actually bought by my son with a 200 million-year-old baby stone. If other monks knew it, it would be strange if they fainted in shock. It’s no wonder that the 200 million-year baby stones are so angry that they vomit blood after selling them.”

The cold wind poured directly into the house from the outside, and it was chilly.

Wang Xian came out of the secret room, but when he came into the house, he felt like he was bathed in the spring breeze, he was full of energy, with a faint smile on his face, looking at the dilapidated buildings and withered flowers, he looked up and laughed three times.

The old man's expression changed, he faintly felt that he had sold the formation map handed down by his ancestors cheaply.

Wang Xian didn't dare to stay for a long time, fearing that he would burst into laughter, he hurriedly bid farewell to the old man, and drove the Ziwei Xingshuo through the air.

"Ha ha!"

"Hahaha!"

The loud laughter echoed in the sky thousands of feet above Yandao, and it lasted for a long time.

After venting his emotions, Wang Xiancai descended towards Yandao from a high altitude, returned to the inn, and nodded to Fu Yiwei who was sitting cross-legged in the open room, then entered the room, set up a series of restrictions, and sacrificed the dilapidated array.

"The "Nine Attacks Sutra" can enable Nascent Soul cultivators to master nine attacks comparable to monsters who have transformed themselves into gods. It can definitely instantly kill those monsters who have just been promoted to the realm of transforming gods." Wang Xian's eyes were full of dazzling light.