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This island occupies a small area, and there are not many buildings, at first glance, it looks like an island inhabited by mortal fishermen, and there is no trace of immortal cultivators.

However, standing above this island, Ye Chunyang could see that there was a protective prohibition around him, and the huge transparent light shield was like a sea bowl crossing, enveloping the entire island.

After pondering for a moment, he nodded to the old man in Moyi, "Let's enter the island now, and it's good to rest here for one night."

"It's okay, although this island is just a temporary exchange, there are a lot of anecdotes, so you might as well go in and explore."

The old man in ink did not dare to hesitate, and took out a talisman from his arms as he spoke.

"This island is called Lingfeng Island, you need someone to introduce you to enter, this charm is the certificate of introduction, it just so happened that the junior got one after participating in a trade fair last time.

The old man in ink explained with a smile, and as he spoke, he made a sacrifice to the light mask, and a light gate appeared in front of him, welcoming the two of them in.

Ye Chunyang nodded slightly and did not answer silently.

Out of caution, after falling into the island, Ye Chunyang quietly let go of his divine sense, but the result surprised him.

There are many foundation building masters on the island who are active here, and there are not a few in the Qi refining period.

And almost every man on the island had a friar in his arms.

Most of these female cultivators are around the fifth or sixth level of Qi refining, but they are scantily clad and coquettish, flirting with men.

Ye Chunyang frowned, surprised by the open style of this island.

As if sensing Ye Chunyang's surprise, the old man in ink said with a smile on the side: "The seniors participated in the island transaction for the first time, and they may feel that the style of this place is strange, our casual cultivation has always lived a precarious life, coupled with the turbulent situation in recent years, everyone is in danger, and the monks have a premonition that a great disaster is coming, so they naturally want to indulge in pleasure in a limited time."

When the old man said this, he paused with a smile, "These low-level female cultivators are also bought by them from all over the world as furnace tripods, if the seniors are interested, the juniors can take you to the place where the furnace tripods are sold to have a look."

"No need. Ye Chunyang immediately waved his hand and refused.

It's not that he doesn't get close to women, but he feels that these people are not only not enterprising, but addicted to wine, and the road to cultivating immortals may end here.

Seeing that this senior was so indifferent and majestic, the old man in ink was slightly embarrassed, and hurriedly changed the topic with a smile: "The real trade fair will not be held until tomorrow, why don't you let the junior find a place for you to rest for a while?"

Ye Chunyang nodded, took out a few pills from the Qiankun bag and threw them to Lao Dao: "Find a quiet place for me, don't let anyone disturb you." After

taking the elixir, Lao Dao was flattered, and his ecstasy was overflowing, and he replied again and again: "Seniors, please rest assured, there is an independent private room on the island, and the juniors will prepare it for you!"

As if he was afraid that this master would regret it, Lao Dao hurriedly accepted the pill and led him to the center of the island.

Ye Chunyang knows that when he goes out, he still has to be rewarded, otherwise how can others really do things for themselves.

The few pills he gave were just inferior products, in the eyes of the old Dao of the Qi refining period, although they were priceless elixirs, in his eyes, they were just some inferior pills that could not be put on the table, and he still had many such pills, and he used Ye Xiaobao to eat them as snacks in the past.

The old man in Moyi, who had participated in the trade fair, was familiar with this, but after half a moment, he took Ye Chunyang to a bamboo forest.

There are private rooms in the room, away from the hustle and bustle of the island, so that people can relax with peace of mind.

In charge of this bamboo forest is a middle-aged monk who is similar to the realm of the old Dao.

After renting a quiet room with thirty medium-sized spirit stones, the old man in ink arched his hand to Ye Chunyang, "Senior, rest here for the night, and when the trade fair is held tomorrow, the junior will come to call you again."

Ye Chunyang was satisfied with this, so he waved his hand at Lao Dao and sent him away.

After closing the door in the quiet room, Ye Chunyang poured a cup of tea with a thoughtful face.

In fact, he could have waited until tomorrow to enter the island, but he also wanted to take this opportunity to explore the reality of the island first.

Just as he thought, there were no monks on the island who could not be in the early stage of foundation building, and the strongest was only in the middle stage of foundation building like him.

From this point of view, the people who can be ranked into the second-tier cultivation on the Eastern Continent have all been recruited to Feng Lingque to defend against the barbarians.

On the way here, Ye Chunyang also asked from the old Moyi Dao, but anyone above the late stage of foundation building must join the army against the barbarians, even if it is a loose cultivation.

In this way, it provides him with the convenience of travel.

The people who wanted to capture him were all masters of the two realms, and now that they had all gone to the wild land of the Western Regions, no one would come to trouble him anymore.

At least since entering the island, no one has discovered his identity.

After thinking about it in his heart, Ye Chunyang gradually let go of his heart.

Even if there is really any accident at this fair, with his current strength, no one can be defeated in the same period, and who can threaten him if you look at the entire Lingfeng Island?"

After

groaning for a while, Ye Chunyang took out a token with a flame rune printed with his backhand.

This thing is not the Red Blood Order of the Demon Dao, but the remains of the Demon Dao cultivator in the cave a few years ago.

Judging from the memories left by the corpse, this order is a pass for the Silent City, without which even if the Silent City is found, it will not be allowed to enter.

Looking at this pass, Ye Chunyang knocked on the table, revealing a contemplative look.

"I don't know if the City of Silence is as it says, and anyone who enters it can be sheltered, but now I have to gamble. However, before that, I must also repair the ancient teleportation array, and if anything happens to the Silent City, there is also a way back. "

Ye Chunyang has never done anything that he is not sure of, after all, the Silent City is just a rumor, and the specific situation is not yet known, so he must not gamble here, otherwise it will be a dead end if he goes on a business trip.

After pondering for a long time, Ye Chunyang decided to repair the ancient teleportation array completely no matter what, although he didn't know where the other end of the formation would lead, he also had to be prepared with both hands.

After making a plan, Ye Chunyang immediately stopped thinking about it and began to meditate cross-legged, waiting for tomorrow's trade fair.

This time, he needs a lot of materials for the Sacrifice Array Banner, and I hope that this transaction will give him some gains.

......

The next day at noon.

When Ye Chunyang opened the door, the old man in ink was already waiting outside respectfully.

"Has the fair started?" Ye Chunyang raised his eyebrows and asked softly.

"Exactly, the little old man has been waiting for his predecessors here for a long time. The old man in ink said with a smile.

Ye Chunyang waved his hand to signal the other party to lead the way in front, and he followed behind.

The old man in ink did not doubt that he had him, and immediately took him out of the bamboo forest.

After walking around the island like this for about half an hour, a towering attic appeared in front of Ye Chunyang.

This building is not magnificent, but the plaque in front of its door is golden and shining, and the three big characters of "Lingfeng Pavilion" are written on it, which is quite imposing.

Around, all kinds of people rushed in, and soon made the attic lively, looking at their energetic and gearing up, obviously looking forward to the upcoming trade fair.

After a slight glance around, Ye Chunyang followed the old man in ink and quietly entered the attic.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in a green shirt appeared in the main hall of the attic, this person has a face like a crown of jade, an elegant temperament, at first glance it seems to be a teacher in the mortal world, but in fact he is a master in the middle of the foundation building.

"In Xia Lingfeng, is the host of this trade fair, thank you very much for appreciating your face, this time you can appreciate your face to come to Lingfeng Pavilion to trade, all of you present must be old friends, and you all know the rules of the transaction, but here, Ling still has to say more, I hope that there will be no tricks and robberies when trading, otherwise the transaction law enforcement team will be dealt with according to law.

As the man in green shirt spoke, a dozen or so immortal cultivators in iron armor behind him formed a team, protecting the main hall, and all of them were masters who had already built a foundation.

Most of the people present were only in the Qi refining period, and when they suddenly saw such a formation, their faces welled up with shock.

Being able to dispatch so many foundation building monks at once, it was obvious that the background of this Lingfeng Pavilion was not ordinary, and some of them had to put away their restless thoughts.

"Lingfeng Pavilion is the master of Lingfeng Island, Lingfeng is a casual cultivator, I heard that he had an adventure overseas more than ten years ago, not only succeeded in building a foundation overnight, but also cultivated a lot of disciples, and now Lingfeng Island is a well-known force nearby.

The old man in ink explained to Ye Chunyang.

Ye Chunyang nodded slightly and remained silent.

This Lingfeng Pavilion Lord did have some skills, but he was not interested in understanding it, this time he was only here for the materials of the sacrifice flag, and the rest of the things had nothing to do with him.

While he was meditating alone, a low bell and drum sounded in front of him, and Ling Feng, a man in green shirts, announced the start of the fair.

Hearing this, many monks took out the treasures they wanted to replace.

The old man in ink was also in high spirits, and put some miscellaneous materials on the stone platform in front of him.

Ye Chunyang glanced at it, but he was a little dumbfounded in his heart.

Among the items sold by this old Dao, there were actually two first-grade Neidan.

It was he who killed the two Krakens yesterday.

Seeing Ye Chunyang looking at him, the old man in ink blushed, and said with a dry smile: "How can you say that those two krakens are also first-level and lower-level demon beasts, Neidan is worth a lot of money, but it can't be wasted, yesterday it seemed that the seniors had no intention of collecting it, so the little old man had to pick it up."

After a pause, he changed his words and said: "The juniors are just selling for the seniors this time, if they get a good treasure, the juniors will definitely hand it over."

Ye Chunyang couldn't cry or laugh.

Waving his hand, he smiled and said, "No need, just two first-level inner pills, you can replace them yourself."

Lao Dao was stunned at first when he heard this, and then ecstatic, it seems that this senior is really a master in the world, not only is the inferior pill squandered at will, but the first-level inner pill is not in the eyes of the law at all, you must know that these two inner pills are enough for him to exchange for a rich amount of materials!

Ye Chunyang didn't care about what the other party thought at all, and after looking around the hall, he looked a little disappointed, and found that although there were many people in the transaction, there was nothing he needed.

"What materials are you looking for?" Seeing Ye Chunyang sigh silently, the old man in ink asked with words.

Ye Chunyang looked at him, thinking that this old way was mixed with the nearby islands, and he might know something.

After a moment's hesitation, he spoke, "Do you know who has the 'Hurricane Stone' and the 'Dragon's Spine'?"