The 'thattell market' is really just a name. The rows of large blue bricks and tiled houses shine like neon lights, making this place more than 300 square meters very beautiful.

Due to the general meeting, the "thattelled market" in the past few days has become particularly lively, with people coming and going in front of the stalls, which is very lively. There are all kinds of things sold, ranging from third-grade magic weapons to all kinds of curious news.

Gu Yuli and Palang were also dazzling. Sure enough, human thinking is powerful, with all kinds of novel magic weapons, and the most are various materials, such as the fur, hard work, claws and other things of monsters, as well as various spiritual herbs and spiritual flowers.

"Come and take a look, this is a colorful bird, with the blood of the colorful spiritual feathered bird. It is a good hand at delivering messages. Its spiritual blood can be used as medicine and can be put once a month." A young man in green shouted in a cage. His voice was not loud, and his round face was full of shyness, and he looked a little silly.

Someone took a few glances and sneered: "Is this kind of bird descendant of the colorful spiritual feathered divine bird? I don't even have a few hairs. Brother, please don't be fooled. The people here are not that easy to fool."

The young man with round face and big eyes immediately became anxious: "The gods are above me, I will never lie. This bird really has the bloodline of the colorful spiritual feathered divine bird, and I hatched it myself."

"That little brother is really capable, comparable to a hen."

Someone in the crowd mocked him, which immediately attracted a burst of laughter. The boy with round face and big eyes was so embarrassed that his face was red with grievances in his eyes. He wanted to say something, but he finally lowered his head in a sad way and disappeared into the night.

The eyes of the storm were lit: "Girl, why not buy that bird. Although the bloodline of the divine bird is not high, it is a little bit. I will use the fox blood to temper it, and I may be able to advance and sell it for a good price.

Gu Yuli looked at the back of the young man and said, "Don't mention the colorful spiritual feathered bird to me. There is one that I haven't pulled out all my hair yet." It was the hateful colorful spiritual bird that was stolen. Wugui knew her true identity. After that day, he came to the Demon Kingdom from the Big Dipper Seven Star Teleportation Array, he disappeared with a red-haired and blue-eyed man named Dejun.

This is in Kunlun Gate, so naturally there will be no bullying or dominating the market. For the sake of safety, Kunlun's senior management still sent more than a dozen disciples from the Foundation Establishment Stage to maintain order.

The foundation-building stage represents the real entry into the threshold of immortal cultivation. From here, as the cultivation level becomes deeper and the life span is also increasing, Kunlun has an ancestor who is 500 years old. No one knows the real level of cultivation. However, the age of longevity alone is unique to the Yuhua realm. There are always speculations outside that this 500-year-old ancestor has at least the cultivation level of the God Transformation Stage.

Some people even speculate that this ancestor has already reached the highest level of cultivation to achieve the highest level of cultivation. Just as the opportunity comes, he can break through the mystery of life, get the guidance of the fairy world, and enter the highest level of immortal dreams.

No one dares to underestimate Kunlun. Among these towering seven peaks, there are at most legendary places.

Gu Yuli walked around the stall and bought clothes with talisman blessing. This set of clothes was simple and capable. Although it was just a thin layer of cloth, it had the effect of resisting the cold and keeping warm. It was better than ordinary cotton jackets and clothes, and had a little defensive effect.

It is not a very advanced magic weapon, but can only be regarded as a daily necessity for low-level monks.

"Girl, why are you buying clothes for men?" Talang's heart hurts his purse, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Is it because I bought it for me? Why don't I buy it bigger? It seems that I can't wear it."

Gu Yuli took the clothes into the sodium deficiency ring: "Your skin and hair are thick and hairy, do you still need this to keep warm?"

"My brother's skin is obviously better than snow."

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After walking through more than twenty stalls, Gu Yuli discovered an ordinary red rope, which simply modifyes the appearance and covers the breath. It is also a rare second-level magic weapon. The stall owner urgently needs spirit stones and deals with them at a cheap price.

"Girl, you're too prodigal, are we still need this?" After saying that, Talang naturally refers to their possession of the supreme magic weapon given by His Majesty the Demon Emperor, which can change his appearance and conceal his breath.

Gu Yuli ignored him, bought the red rope, put it into the sodium virtual ring, and walked away from several stalls, buying some daily necessities that low-level monks would use, such as the spirit-covering array during meditation and practice, ordinary low-level spiritual herbs and spiritual flowers, and also bought blank talisman paper, as well as a set of low-level talisman production, a collection of basic knowledge of practice, and a note about the monks' improvement of their own state of mind.

"How can you spend my money so randomly?" Talang pointed out angrily: "This broken paper is light and I will break it at a moment. What kind of notes on improving my mind? What does cultivation care about the state of mind? That is a trick that only the weak can play. It is enough to have a firm heart on the road to cultivation. And what kind of bad books are these, you'd better not read. Everyone's practice methods are different and their understandings are different. Looking at these things is garbage that restricts thinking and destroys inspiration."

The people around him naturally listened to this, looking at the eyes of the Land, and looked at the Land, a little bit like a paranormal.

Gu Yuli knew that if you don’t understand what you said today, you won’t be able to think about peace.

She pulled Palang to a quiet place next to her and said solemnly: "Palang, I know you are strong. But these days, you have also seen that the cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage are like beans. We want to ensure safety here. In addition to pursuing our own strength, other things are essential. I have been thinking about it for several days. There is no need to think about advanced magic weapons. Not only can we not guarantee our safety, but it can also cause disasters. Only this talisman, if you can do more low-level ones, with the advantage of quantity, you may be able to defeat the enemy."

"Just this unbearable broken paper?" Talang looked suspicious.

Gu Yuli laughed: "Don't underestimate these things. When you use them, you will be surprised."

The moon is full, and the cold wind blows at night, and the branches beside them are pressing with transparent ice edges.

"Tailang, you are willing to set a blood curse with me and promised that my father would protect me carefully. I guess he had encountered a bottleneck in his practice and came here to find a way out, right?" Gu Yuli looked at Talang, which was serious than before.

He pondered while walking on the waves, and nodded his past smile. After a while, he nodded gently: "The blood of ancient ancestors flows in my body. The practice method of our clan is not suitable for me. The secret method of ancient times has disappeared for thousands of years. If I want to seek stronger power, I must step out of my own practitioners."

Gu Yuli pushed a basic knowledge of practice to Talang: "Then don't underestimate any way of practice, and these basic things contain the essence accumulated over thousands of years."

He threw it back to Gu Yuli: "I won't see these garbage unless it's an ancient secret method."

"Tsk, I love to read or not. The secret methods passed down in ancient times may not be stronger than the current practice methods." Gu Yuli muttered dissatisfiedly. She believed that society has been developing and monks are constantly exploring more suitable methods of practice. Even if they really find fragments left by ancient civilization, they may not be as good as the current practice methods.

Gu Yuli received all the books into the sodium deficiency ring, and when she was back, she was fine: "Ah, by the way. Didn't you just say that someone is selling spiritual spring news here? Why didn't I see that you guys are lying again?"

Talang raised his voice with dissatisfaction: "Who said I lied to you? If I didn't meet you, it would be fine. Alas, I really love you in vain. I know you want a spiritual spring, but I spent a copper coin to buy this news. I heard from the man that he was an old man with white hair and a wine gourd on his waist, and sold it on the east entrance of the market."

"Didn't we pass by that just now? Okay, don't worry. It's getting late, let's talk about it tomorrow." Gu Yuli turned around and was about to leave.

Suddenly, the sound of branches and leaves rubbing their clothes in the woods.

"The clouds and sails touch the fog and the sea, the flutes and flutes roar and chant proudly, the bright moon in the sky brings wine, forget the dust and return to the feather light..."

An old man with white hair and beard, holding a wine gourd in his hand, shaking out of the woods, as if he was drunk, chanting a poem, and took two steps, as if he was about to fall.

"Be careful, old man." Gu Yuli reached out to help.

The old man with white hair turned his head and looked at Gu Yuli with drunken eyes: "What a handsome little girl, come and have a pot with me, a half-district old thing."

Stepping on the wave suddenly jumped up: "It's you."

"Ahhhhhh, you young man, cut off my old man's arm, let go quickly." The old man just threw it casually, and flew out directly, and fell heavily to the ground with a heavy blow, bringing up a piece of smoke and dust.

Traying up in shock and angrily, he looked at the old man vigilantly. The old man's cultivation was unfathomable, and he obviously did not even fluctuate his spiritual power. Unless the old man used pure body power, the realm was at a height that he could not understand.

Is this old man with white hair and hair the same as the 500-year-old ancestor in Kunlun?

Gu Yuli wanted to pull her hands away, but found a suction force coming from the old man. Her heart suddenly raised her heart. Could it be that the conversation between her and Talang just now made the old man think of something deadly?

"Old man, my brother is just frigid, so you forgive him." Gu Yuli suppressed his anxiety and said with a smile.

He jumped: "Old man, let's buy the news about the spiritual spring and tell us quickly." This fall did not hurt him, but he was a little afraid of the old man and did not dare to go forward and pull him.

"Lingquan?" The old man with white hair shook his head and thought for a while: "Isn't Lingquan on you? I said you young people, you don't need to keep your own treasure house, and you have to look for something external to you. You really waste your green years."

The old man pulled Gu Yuli's arm, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and suddenly a ray of light shot out from his eyes and fell on Gu Yuli's inner palace.

Gu Yuli subconsciously retreated, but let the old man pull him.

Tralang rushed over eagerly: "What are you doing, old man? Let go of my sister quickly."

The old man didn't even turn his head, waved his hand back, and flew backwards again, hitting the tree trunk.

Gu Yuli was afraid that the old man would hurt Talang, so she hurriedly shouted: "Brother, you wait a moment. I want to..." She looked at the smile on the old man's face and breathed a sigh of relief: "This old man has no malice."

Just as he was about to get up, a powerful force was pressed down from his shoulder. He couldn't stand it and fell again. He was shocked and angry, clenched his fists tightly, and the force was in the field. He shouted loudly and punched his fists into the sky.

"Crack..." I heard something invisibly, it seemed that something had broken.

The force pressing on the shoulders disappeared and flew over like lightning: "Hurry up and let go of my sister." With a huge momentum, there was a "crackling" sound in the air.

The old man with white hair and hair seemed not to see the fist that was hit by the waves. He looked at Gu Yuli: "Miss, have you ever tested the spiritual roots and body veins?"

Gu Yuli shook her head: "The family is quiet and there is no chance to take a test."

"What a pity, it's such a pity." The old man sipped several sips of wine.

At this moment, Pilang's fist hit the old man's shoulder, but it was like hitting a mountain iron furnace worth tens of thousands of pounds. The old man did not shake it, but he took a few steps back and felt unbearable pain in his joints. This was the first time since Pilang's practice that he had encountered an unshakable master. He could not believe that there was such a powerful existence among human monks.

"Little girl, in a few days, the immortals on the mountain will appear. Test the spiritual roots, you can go." The old man threw the wine gourd to Gu Yuli and left with a smile.

Gu Yuli caught up with him a few steps: "Old man, wait."

"The clouds and sails touch the fog and the sea, the flutes and flutes roar and chant proudly, the bright moon in the sky brings wine, forget the dust and return to the feather light..."

"A kind and kind girl, I will give you this great opportunity. Don't forget it. After a few days, I will take the wine gourd to test the spiritual roots."

The old man turned out a wine gourd from somewhere. He shook it three times, but in just two or three steps, when he looked, he had disappeared into the vast night, leaving only a few afterimages.

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