As the next morning arrived, as the sun rose, the Beihe rose early.

After washing up, he went to the kitchen in the back hall of Qipintang for breakfast, and then returned to the Sihe Courtyard where he lived.

I saw him sitting cross-legged, and he used the Four Symbols Power again, absorbing the thin spiritual energy that filled the world.

These spiritual energy poured into his loose pores, inoculated into the Du meridian that was immersed in the spine, and after being refined into magic power by him, it poured down into the dantian. However, there was only a small amount of magic power that flowed into the dantian, and after wandering around in the dantian, it began to gradually dissipate.

Beihe used the Four Symbols Power for three cycles, and the final result was just the same. He still could not accumulate magic power in his dantian, so he had to give up in the end.

After opening his eyes, he sighed, and then he began to practice a set of stick techniques in the room with a three-foot iron stick in his hand.

It was not until half an hour later that Beihe began to pant and then stopped.

He closed his eyes and felt the wisp of true energy in his body. It has been more than half a year since he broke through to the Qi Realm. Although he has hardly practiced martial arts in the past six months, perhaps because he took the pills given to him by the Medicine King. Although his magic power has not increased at all, the true energy in his body has grown a lot, which can be said to be a loss and harvest.

After taking a deep breath and breathing a long breath, Beihe walked out of the room with an iron stick. After stepping out of the courtyard, he followed a wide stone radius to the mountain according to the route Xu Youan pointed out to him yesterday.

Along the way, you can see disciples of the Medicine King Hall dressed in gray clothes from time to time, including men and women, ranging from seventy or eighty to seventy or eighty.

But most of these people were in a hurry. At most, they looked up at Beihe and then bowed their heads to rush forward again.

Not only that, Beihe didn't look up at the sky, but sometimes he could see some figures galloping through the air.

He naturally showed an envious look at this scene.

From Xu Youan, he learned that ordinary low-level disciples in the Qi Condensation Stage will not use their magic power to perform the art of controlling the air when they are not in a hurry. After all, after their magic power is consumed, it will take a lot of time to recover due to their cultivation. Using this art of controlling the air is really useless.

The Beihe River followed the stone path and finally arrived on a wide road. When you arrived at the main road, you could see more disciples of Mount Bugong. This place is still within the scope of the Medicine King Hall, so these people should be from the Medicine King Hall.

The place Beihe is going to this time is a market in Bugongshan. According to Xu Youan, that market is an ordinary place where low-level disciples of Bugongshan trade and purchase items. Almost all low-level disciples of the five major institutions of Bugongshan will trade in that market.

The market is located in the middle of the five major institutions, but because Bugong Mountain is too big, even though the market is closest to the Yaowang Hall, Beihe has been walking for half a day before finally reaching its destination.

At this time, in front of him was a quaint long street.

This market is composed of two cross-shaped streets, each with two streets two hundred feet long and are lined with shops.

From a distance, it is like a market where mortals go to market. The difference is that the people in the market are all dressed in the costumes of Ungong Mountain, and all of them are monks.

After seeing the streets of Fangshi in the distance, Beihe looked happy, accelerated his pace, and finally stepped on the street.

At this time, with an unconcealed curiosity, I looked at the scenes in the streets.

The streets are not very lively, and the crowds are a little sparse, so they seem a little cold. After all, there are only more than 3,000 people in the entire Bugong Mountain, so it is impossible for everyone to be here.

The first thing to attract Beihe's attention was that there were many disciples of Ungongshan scattered on both sides of the street, setting up stalls, waiting for customers to come to the door. And on the stalls, there were all kinds of items.

After a closer look, some of these items were blank talismans, some were spiritual medicines, and some were even strange-looking stones and wood.

Beihe almost didn't recognize these things, so he just saw them.

Apart from the stalls placed on both sides of the street, the largest number is actually the shops.

These shops are all kinds, some specialize in selling talismans, some specialize in selling magic weapons, and some specialize in selling various magic medicines. It can be said that the things needed by monks are all available here.

But there are not many people entering and leaving these shops. This is actually because the things in the shops are expensive, and low-level disciples in the ordinary Qi Condensation Period may not be able to afford them.

Just like this, Xu Youan worked hard to deal with the useless pills in the Qipin Hall for two years, but he couldn't even afford a better magic weapon.

As for the storage bags that Beihe is interested in, Zhou Xiangxiang once said that the cheapest ones cost 1,000 spirit stones, and he didn't have to think about it.

Now he can be said to be penniless. Today he is just coming to this market to watch the fun and has a long experience, but he will not buy anything.

After Beihe finished walking this street, he returned to the intersection and walked around another street.

Before he knew it, he looked at the streets now and suddenly remembered the Bluestone Street of Lanshan Sect.

This market in Bugongshan is different from the Bluestone Street in Lanshan Sect, except for the things sold, and its function is actually the same.

When he thought of Qingshi Street, he remembered the Lanshan Sect, which was trampled into ruins by the Seventh Prince, and Beihe's face gradually darkened. Now he has become a monk. If one day he has achieved success in his cultivation, he will definitely seek revenge on the Seventh Prince.

Interestingly, if the seventh prince had not been in charge of the army encircled the Lanshan Sect, there would have been no scene where Beihe would have appeared in Bugong Mountain now. Without what happened, he would have been continuing to practice in the Lanshan Sect at this time, and he had even become acquainted with the person he liked.

And as soon as I thought about this, a beautiful figure emerged in Beihe's heart unknowingly.

At this point, he was almost certain that Leng Wanwan was definitely a monk, and her strength was not as simple as an ordinary cultivator in the Qi Condensation Stage.

In addition to various complex emotions, Beihe felt more curious about this woman.

He asked Xu Youan what color of the blood of the monk. This question made Xu Youan look at him like an idiot, and answered that he was of course red.

From this we can see that Leng Wanwan has other secrets besides being a monk.

"Quick... Someone is on the battle stand again..."

Just as Beihe was pondering in his heart, a voice woke him up.

"No, is anyone going to fight?"

"Not bad... I just don't know who it is this time..."

"The rumor is that it seems to be two people from the Unjust Hall."

The sounds continued to sound around him.

At this time, Beihe saw the disciples of Bugongshan walking on the street, and all of them walked quickly towards the end of the street ahead of him.

The next moment, the young man who was moving like a ghost, his body seemed to be bound by an invisible force, and his movements suddenly froze.

The disappearing girl appeared on the woman's head, then she saw her seemingly weak palm stretching out and slapped it down.

Beihe could see clearly that the phantom of one palm was stimulated from then on, and with a "boom", he slapped the ring below. The young man was immediately hit by the phantom of the palm, as if he was hit hard, and his body lay on the ground.

"Wow!"

The boy spurted out blood in one mouthful of blood, and then his eyes closed and he fainted. The battle between the two was declared over in an instant.

This scene naturally aroused the crowd's exclamations, and even many low-level monks applauded. It was a lively event to see a wonderful battle.

But the very few people in the crowd changed their faces. Because just after the girl's figure disappeared, all the fireballs stimulated by the boy fell into nothing and hit the crowd below the ring.

Some people in the crowd immediately stimulated the energy, while others dodged and avoided it. Some people with strong self-supporting powers used their magic and grabbed the fireball that was shot with bare hands.

By chance, one of the fireballs shot towards the direction where the Beihe River was.

Fortunately, the fireball was not aimed at him, but a disciple of the Unjue Mountain in gray clothes diagonally in front of him. This man was thirteen or fourteen years old, and when he saw the fireball shooting, he snorted coldly.

Under Beihe's surprise gaze, the boy took out a strange metal fan, stroked backwards, and then slapped the fireball that was shooting from the air.

"call out!"

Just as the fireball was about to hit him, the object changed direction by a strong wind inspired by the strange fan, shot through him and hit Beihe behind him.

"I..." Beihe could hardly help but swear when he saw this scene.

But at this time he had no time to hesitate, and he subconsciously smashed the three-foot iron rod in his hand and suddenly shot down the fireball that was shooting.

"boom!"
Chapter completed!