Disciple, go down the mountain and harm your sister.

The opening date of the fairy city is approaching day by day, but Chu Yi still can't figure out the relationship between all these things. He always feels that this series of things are weird, but he can't figure out what the problem is.

His recovery of the spirit can be regarded as a little breakthrough, and he has stepped into the door of a monk after a small success in refining Qi, but Chu Yi still has no plans in his mind whether it is good or bad to go to Xianshi this time.

After all, I am a person with a curse seal, although I don't know how many people know my identity, but if I am exposed, I will be killed.

There must be a reason for Yuqing to let herself go to Xianshi, but why Chu Yi still can't figure it out for a while.

A few days passed by, and Chu Yi and Wang Ran made a rough calculation of the journey in the early morning of this day, and they were ready to go on the road.The night before, Yuqing specially came to Chu Yi's room and gave Chu Yi two things, a mahogany square box and a jade pendant.

The mahogany square box contained a few pills and a few pieces of talisman paper, which was regarded as a gift of practice. After all, Chu Yi also knew that after this farewell, we will never know when we will see each other again.

After hasty preparations, Chu Yi and Wang Ran rushed to Xianshi.

Immortal markets are different from mortal bazaars. Most of them are located in secluded and deep places, and it is difficult for ordinary people to reach them. Even ordinary monks have to travel for a few days.

This time the Fairy City was set up on Duanqing Mountain. Speaking of Duanqing Mountain, there is also a story that many monks will remember, but this story is a tragedy.

A few days later, the two finally arrived at the foot of Duanqing Mountain. Duanqing Mountain soared into the sky. It was not a continuous mountain peak, but a narrow mountain that pierced into the sky. It looked like a short sword from a distance.

The exhaustion of the past few days is nothing to Chu Yi, after all, the long-term qi refining has greatly improved his physique.

When they got to the top of the mountain, they were dumbfounded. Although Duanqing Mountain was narrow, the space on the top of the mountain was still very wide. The top of the mountain was filled with colorful flags, and countless ribbons were flying in the clouds. A large number of monks who came to trade had already gathered on the top of the mountain.

Most of these people have different clothes, but most of them are also young juniors. Most of these vendors do not have any facade signs. They all spread a red carpet on the ground, some sit on it, and some float on it. There are no magical instruments on display, but large and small wooden boxes, which look quite formal.

Chu Yi glanced at the vendors in the fairy market, and guessed the approximate cultivation of those vendors.

After all, when Yu Jian was flying, his skills were after Golden Core, and those who floated in the air were at least late Golden Core cultivation bases. In contrast, their skills would not be too bad.

"What treasure do you want to find?" Wang Ran mumbled. After all, he didn't have as many spirit stones as Chu Yi, and he scolded Yuqing from head to toe in his heart.

"Going out, why don't you have to find a decent weapon?"

After Chu Yi finished speaking, he fixed his eyes on a booth, and saw the vendor owner sitting on the red carpet, his eyes swept over the young monks passing by from time to time, he was dressed in black robes, and his long hair was under his head. It was a pair of bloodless faces and greedy eyes.

"This person doesn't look like someone to provoke." Wang Ran looked at the person and frowned.

Chu Yi raised his hand and pointed, and said softly: "But there seems to be nothing like him in the surrounding stalls."

Wang Ran followed Chu Yi's direction and saw that the red carpet was covered with strips of slender black wooden boxes. Wooden boxes of this size looked like weapons, such as long swords and knives.Most of the other stalls are some magical instruments of medicinal herbs, and they are expensive.

Wang Ran gritted his teeth and then nodded.

"Friend Daoist, do you have any treasures here?" Chu Yi asked like those monks, but Wang Ran was a little surprised when he heard Chu Yi's words, and couldn't help secretly praising them.

After all, Chu Yi hadn't experienced the big wind and waves in the cultivation world, and had never learned the vernacular and black words in the cultivation world. He didn't expect that he could learn it well after just a few observations.

The peddler squinted his eyes to look at the two of them, then said in a low voice: "Take a look around casually, Is there anything that you can see in this small stall?"

As he said that, the merchant's palms that were lightly resting on his legs suddenly turned over, and the wooden box that was originally closed was opened all at once.

Chu Yi glanced at these weapons, most of them were long swords and knives, and Chu Yi couldn't see any good or bad, but felt that they were not much different from the swords of Xianqiongzong's former disciples.

"Don't look, these cold weapons are not as good as those magical weapons, but they are not bad."

Chu Yi looked around, then suddenly pointed to a corner box and said, "I want this."

Both the merchant and Wang Ran followed the sound, and their faces changed instantly.

The merchant was startled, and Wang Ran was taken aback, as if he hadn't thought why Chu Yi would buy this long sword.

I saw that Chu Yi chose a dagger, the cut was located in half of the entire sword body, the gap was not neat, and the whole sword didn't have any decorations, it was simply an ordinary dagger that couldn't be more ordinary.

"What do you want this scrap iron for? This dagger is useless." Wang Ran lowered his voice.

"I have my reasons."

Halfway through the conversation between the two, the vendor immediately said: "This sword is wrongly placed, so it is not for sale."

"It's better if you don't sell it. Look at the others. I think this one is good." Wang Ran pointed to a beautifully carved blue long sword.

"I want this one." Chu Yi took a step forward and said word by word.

There seemed to be a little smell of gunpowder in the air, and some passing monks were also attracted by the two, and came to join in the fun. After a while, more and more people came