The Wuji Pavilion in the east of Guanghan City is thousands of miles away from the north of the city.

Using the golden elixir speed of the middle-aged scribe, he could reach it by flying with all his strength for a day.

Fortunately, Ning Fan is with us, so he won't spend a day on enlightenment.

Ning Fan just flicked his sleeves, and with a roll of vast magic power, the middle-aged scribe, the two of them immediately crossed the distance of thousands of miles and appeared outside Wuji Pavilion.

"Hua, transform into gods, old monster!" The middle-aged scribe was almost frightened to death by Ning Fan's escape speed.

As far as he knew, those who could escape thousands of miles were at least cultivators who transformed themselves into gods.

Only the teleportation technique of the old monster can make him escape thousands of miles!

He originally guessed that Ning Fan was a Yuandian great monk. From this point of view, Ning Fan was at least an old monster in the early stage of becoming a god!

"This person is actually an old monster who transforms into gods! I can actually lead the way for an old monster who transforms into gods!"

The middle-aged scribe was shocked in his heart, but his eyes were fiery.

He bowed respectfully to Ning Fan, pointed to a Ten Thousand Zhang Treasure Pavilion in front of him, and said, "Senior, please look, this is Wuji Pavilion. Only Wuji Pavilion sells the map of Beishuhai. The owner of Wuji Pavilion,

He is the city lord of Guanghan City, an old monster in the early stage of void refining. To enter Wuji Pavilion for shopping, you need to have at least the cultivation level of a great monk, and juniors are not allowed to enter."

"Since you can't enter the pavilion, just retreat and I can enter alone."

Ning Fan dismissed the middle-aged scribe and walked toward Wuji Pavilion alone.

There are no monks guarding the Wuji Pavilion, and there are only two wooden beast statues squatting outside the door.

The wood carving is lifelike, and its pair of animal eyes are extremely smart.

When Ning Fan approached Wuji Pavilion, the two wooden beasts suddenly emitted a faint light, stood up on all fours, and stared at Ning Fan coldly with their beast eyes.

Every wooden beast exudes the aura of the peak Nascent Soul!

These two wooden beasts are clearly two puppet beasts!

"Anyone who comes, stop! Monks under Yuan Dian are not allowed to enter the Wuji Pavilion!"

Ning Fan glanced at the two beasts and was slightly surprised.

No wonder there is no one guarding Wuji Pavilion. It turns out that there are two Yuandian puppets guarding it.

The manufacturing process of these two puppets is quite special. Unlike the Rain Realm Puppet and the Beitian Puppet, they are actually made entirely of wood.

The material of the two puppets is not special, but there are mysterious talisman formations engraved on the puppets. The complexity of the talisman formations can only be seen by Ning Fan's level of formation.

Ning Fan's eyes immediately froze and he thought secretly.

These two puppets may not be of high quality, but the person who made them is definitely an extremely powerful puppet master.

Facing the cold stares from the two beasts, Ning Fan didn't say much and only let out a faint aura, which was roughly at the level of Yuan Dian.

Sensing Ning Fan's Yuan Peak aura, the chill in the eyes of the two beasts immediately dissipated, they squatted down again, and said proudly to Ning Fan, "You have enough cultivation, you can enter!"

Most puppets have empty eyes, but these two puppets can show arrogant expressions...

Ning Fan was very sure that these two puppet beasts were by no means intelligent puppets, but they showed proud expressions... Could it be that the methods of the masters who made the puppets were extraordinary.

He slowly walked into the Wuji Pavilion. On the first floor of the Wuji Pavilion, there were rows of jade racks with items on display.

There are numerous arrays of lights on each jade frame, and there are puppet beasts guarding them on the side.

Many Yuandian monks were selecting items on the first floor, and they were greeted by humanoid puppets.

The moment Ning Fan entered the Wuji Pavilion, a female puppet with a charming smile walked over with gentle steps.

This puppet is a spiritual puppet, with a half-step ability to become a god. Its eyes are like a clear spring, and it is actually a bit more agile than a living person.

"I wonder what this Taoist friend wants to buy when he comes to my Wuji Pavilion? I am Lou Ruo, the shopkeeper on the first floor of Wuji Pavilion."

"Map." Ning Fan replied calmly.

"Oh? I wonder what kind of map you want to buy? On the shelf here, there are maps of the Earth Abyss Kingdom, maps of the Hanhai Kingdom, and maps of the Wuyou Kingdom..."

The woman pointed to a jade shelf next to her. The shelf was filled with countless jade slips, all of which were imprinted with map information.

Next to each jade slip, there is a map range and the price of the jade slip as standard.

"I want a map of the entire North Tree Sea."

Ning Fan's faint voice sounded on the first floor, and he immediately took out a storage bag and handed it to the female puppet, which contained millions of immortal jade.

Although his voice was not loud, with the ears of all the Yuan Dian old monsters on the first level, they could naturally hear it.

Many people looked at Ning Fan and the storage bag containing millions of immortal jade, and their eyes were filled with shock and enthusiasm.

Even the old monster Yuandian, not everyone is willing to spend millions of immortal jade to buy a map.

Some people came to Wuji Pavilion to buy the map of Bei Shuhai, but when they heard the price, they gave up their original intention.

Several Yuandian old monsters looked at Ning Fan inquiringly, feeling that Ning Fan was a bit unfamiliar and guessing about Ning Fan's background and origins.

There are also a few old monsters with fierce faces, secretly paying attention to Ning Fan. Seeing Ning Fan's bold actions, they vaguely regard Ning Fan as a fat sheep, and they don't know what bad intentions they have...

Ning Fan didn't even look at those old monsters with bad intentions. To him, the mere Yuandian monks were nothing to be afraid of.

The female puppet took the storage bag, swept it with her mind, and smiled meaningfully at Ning Fan.

"Fellow Taoist wants to buy a map of Bei Shuhai, but I don't know what it will be used for?"

"..."

Ning Fan did not answer the woman's question, but slowly walked to the jade stand aside and reached out to grab a certain jade slip on the jade stand.

That jade slip is the map of Beishuhai.

The array of light set up on the jade shelf is a middle-grade transformation-level formation of light. Even the god-transformation monks would not dare to reach out to pick up the products on the shelf.

When she saw Ning Fan taking the jade slip directly, the woman was slightly startled, and just as she was about to stop him, an old voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"There's no need to stop him. He's hidden very deep and won't be hurt by the light from the ordinary formation."

Sure enough, as the mysterious old man said, Ning Fan walked directly through the formation light, took the jade map slip, turned around and left without being hurt by the formation light at all!

But before leaving, Ning Fan suddenly raised his head and glanced meaningfully at the upper level of Wuji Pavilion.

On the first floor of Wuji Pavilion, all Yuandian old monsters were stunned.

No matter how stupid they are, they can still see how powerful Ning Fan is. Even the light of the Transformation Level Formation cannot hurt Ning Fan. Naturally, Ning Fan cannot be a Nascent Soul cultivator. He is most likely an old monster who transforms into gods!

Some of the Yuandian monks who had previously had evil intentions showed fear when they thought that Ning Fan might be an old monster who transformed into a god. How could they dare to take advantage of Ning Fan?

He turned around and looked back. On the top floor of Wuji Pavilion, an old man in brown clothes was startled for a moment, and then his eyes showed deep thought.

"What kind of cultivation level does this child have? He should have advanced to the stage of refining the void. I just don't know if he is a monk who is looking at the void or a monk who is asking the void... maybe, it is higher..."

"This kid has a very strong puppet aura...but the puppet seems to have been damaged. It's a pity..."

"There is a hint of ancient aura left on this puppet, and it should be engraved with ancient runes. I wonder if the fragments of this puppet are for sale..."

The old man in brown clothes was thinking quickly, and he suddenly made a decision and sent a few words to the female puppet on the first floor.

Immediately, the female puppet hurriedly chased Ning Fan for a few steps before he left, and said to Ning Fan to stay,

"Fellow Taoist, stay here. My master invites you to go to the top floor of Wuji Pavilion for a chat."

"Your master..." Ning Fan's eyes were calm, showing no emotion.

The master of Wuji Pavilion is just a monk who sees the void. This kind of cultivation is not enough to pose any threat to Ning Fan, so he naturally has no worries.

After pondering for a moment, Ning Fan said to the female puppet, "Lead the way."

He wanted to see what the owner of Wuji Pavilion was looking for.

Ning Fan followed the woman up to the top of Wuji Pavilion. The monks he met along the way looked at Ning Fan climbing up the stairs, and they all looked shocked.

Starting from the second floor, the monks who come to shop are at least old monsters who have transformed into gods.

In the eyes of these old monsters who transform into gods, Ning Fan is just a Yuan Dian monk.

It was hard for them to imagine how a monk at the peak of Nascent Soul could be qualified to climb to the second level, or even be able to climb to higher levels!

"Who is this person! Is he going up the stairs to the top floor?"

"The top floor! That's where the Master of Wuji Pavilion receives the Void Refining monk! Could it be that this Yuandian monk is actually an old Void Refining monster?!"

"Hiss! This person doesn't look amazing, but he is actually the old monster of Lianxu?! A strong man of this level is a tyrant in the entire Beishu Sea... We must not offend this person!

"

Ning Fan walked all the way to the top floor, and the woman left. Ning Fan pushed the door open and entered alone.

On the top floor is a loft with simple decoration. An old man in brown clothes is sitting on a wicker chair, drinking tea alone.

Behind him stood eight wooden puppets, each of which had half-step cultivation!

Seeing Ning Fan coming, the old man immediately smiled, took a cup of tea for Ning Fan, and said politely, "Fellow Taoist, please sit down. This is the best spiritual tea that I bought from Zhuhang Country - Zhuhang Yunwu Tea, which is made from a century-old cold spring.

Brew the tea with level 6 virtual fire. Taoist friend, how does it taste?"

Ning Fan glanced at the wooden puppet, thinking deeply, then looked away, sat on the wicker chair on the other side, picked up the spiritual tea, and sipped it carefully.

The aura of this tea is compelling. The tea leaves are like miniature bamboo leaves, and the tea melts like clouds in your mouth, containing the fragrance of green bamboo.
To be continued...