The Way of the Immortal Master

This place is not even an officially recognized commercial area in Windy City. It's just a spontaneous gathering of many merchants.

Many low-level monks, and even mortals, set up stalls in this place, selling items of unknown origin.

In fact, none of the items they sell have much value. In the eyes of monks like Meng Zhang during the foundation construction period, it was simply tattered.

Can you find Zhukidan in this place? Meng Zhang was a little skeptical.

However, thinking that the result of Dayan's calculation has never gone wrong, Meng Zhang slowly walked into this area.

The alleys here were originally not spacious, and there were many stalls on both sides, making them even narrower.

Not only many low-level monks, but even many mortals, come in and out here.

The alley was bustling and crowded, almost squeezing the place.

The tattered goods on the stall were of no value in Meng Zhang's eyes, but both the stall owner and the customer valued it very much.

The bargaining voices one after another ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ almost never stopped.

Many low-level cultivators lingered on the stalls, hoping to pick up a big leak.

Many mortals have also started a business of buying high and selling low with their articulation.

Many foreign cultivators will be slaughtered by these mortals if they are not careful.

As long as they can succeed in a business, it will be enough for these mortals to enjoy for a long time.

From time to time, Meng Zhang could see that some stall owners and customers had a few words, and both parties left here mysteriously and entered a more remote and dark corner next to it. This reminded Meng Zhang of the scene of buying a disc on the street that he had seen in his previous life.

Meng Zhangyun raised his false eye and swept around the street stall.

Sure enough, the stalls here are all tattered.

The cunning stall owner may be able to deceive the foreign monks and the inexperienced monks with good eloquence and some deliberate fakes.

Don't say that it is a monk in the foundation-building stage like Meng Zhang, and a monk in the refining stage with a little insight will not be easily fooled.

In fact, many monks who hold their own status would never come to this place at all.

They regard this place as a garbage dump and never set foot here.

Meng Zhang didn't mean to look down on this place. On the contrary, because of the strong popularity and life atmosphere, he developed a strong sense of intimacy.

The street was too crowded, and Meng Zhang moved slowly.

He was not in a hurry, he walked slowly, strolling past leisurely, looking at the surrounding situation.

There were also some episodes in the middle. On several occasions, some mortal children and even low-level monks tried to get close to him, stealing from him under the cover of the flow of people.

Meng Zhang was in a good mood, and he didn't bother to do more with these people. He turned his infuriating energy lightly, and he bounced these people away.

Meng Zhang, who was merciless, didn't want to hurt people in the crowd.

These people are not fools either. After running into a wall a few times, they knew that Meng Zhang was not easy to provoke. They immediately changed their goals and focused on others.

Meng Zhang circled around for most of the time, and when he passed a stall, his heart moved, and he immediately knew that the chance he had derived was right here.

He glanced at the stall owner.

This stall owner is about 30 years old and has a double cultivation base for refining qi.

Although he is a cultivator, his face is pale, his eyes are blank, his limbs often shake unconsciously, and he looks like the kind of weak kidney.

The Zhen Qi in the body is also turbid, vacant, and there are signs of collapse at any time.

Seeing how his body was hollowed out, I don't know that there are still a few years to live.

The items placed on the stall are even more tattered in tatters, not to mention the cultivators during the refining period, even mortals can't look down upon them.

Although he knew that this was the place where the chance appeared, Meng Zhang didn't stop in his footsteps and passed here calmly.

Not far after he walked out, a few sturdy, sturdy guys swaggered and walked aggressively from the other side to the stall owner.

"Ye, you owe the debt to my master, when are you going to pay it back?"

The leading man asked viciously.

As soon as the big guys appeared, the stall owner showed a fearful expression, trying to avoid it, but it was too late.

Hearing the other party's unceremonious question, his face showed a pleasing smile.

"Brothers, please tell your host if you can give me a few days of grace. When the young man sells the goods, he must pay his debts immediately."

The big man glanced at the items on the floor with disdain.

"Just this pile of rags, and hope to sell it? Do you think everyone is just like you are idiots?"

The tone of the big man became more fierce.

"Yeah, your name is Ye, your reputation has long been stinking, and I thought you could not catch a fooled sheep."

"You rubbish, you have lost the face of your ancestors."

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Several other big men yelled at them.

I probably felt that just cursing was not enough, and a few brawny men went up to the stall owner and beat them violently.

No matter how the stall owner begged for mercy, several big guys kept running their hands and feet, beating his nose and face swollen and rolling all over the floor.

That pile of tattered ground stalls was overturned directly, and then it was trampled to pieces.

Poor, this stall owner is also a cultivator anyway, but in the face of the brutal beatings of a few mortals~www.wuxiamtl.com~, not only did he dare not fight back, he didn't even have much power to parry him.

Even the most low-level cultivators, not to mention being superior in front of mortals, should at least be respected by mortals.

But the stall owner was so unconvinced, he was wantonly humiliated by a group of mortals, and he almost lost the face of the cultivator.

The stall owners around, have long been used to seeing things, and looked at this side with gleeful eyes. Some people also communicated with each other, whispered and pointed.

After the fight, the brawny guys probably felt uncomfortable, and spit out a few thick sputum on the stall owner before leaving here slowly with an expression of unfulfilled intentions.

Before leaving, they threatened loudly. If the surnamed Ye didn't pay the debt, they would come every day. When I come next time, it won't be as easy as this time.

Meng Zhang stopped and watched the excitement, and stopped to watch for a while.

He heard the whispers of the people around him, brought his talents and supernatural powers, read the minds of many people around him, and then figured out the origin of the stall owner and why he landed in such fields.

The name of the stall owner is Ye Feifan, a native of Dafengcheng.

Ye Feifan was not born so desolate, his ancestors had also been overwhelmed.

There were many monks in the foundation-building period of Ye Jiazu, and there was also a time when there was a good time. There are a lot of monks in the clan, and they are quite powerful.

Later, after a series of changes in the Ye family, the cultivators in the clan were almost destroyed, and the family slowly fell.

By the time of Ye Feifan's generation, the family had completely declined. Ye Feifan had also become an out-of-the-box settlement, desperate to the extreme.