"Don't run away if you have the guts."
Han Xuanwu's face froze when he heard this, and he really didn't dare to take action. After saying something harsh, he sat back with an unwilling look on his face, staring at Zhao Sheng with his two tiger eyes.
There are several taboos in Tianzhu Mountain, one of which is that you must not fight at the trade fair, otherwise...
Zhao Sheng glanced at the young man in the purple robe in the crowd. He was an inner disciple of the Ziyang Sect, in charge of presiding over today's trade fair.
Zhao Sheng has been hanging around in Tianzhu Mountain for more than 20 years. Although he is not even an immortal cultivator, he is quite famous.
Extremely audacious, cunning and ruthless, the best in wingsuit flying, the one who ambushed and killed a Qi Refining cultivator in the late stage, and escaped from the hands of a Foundation Establisher...the above are all his labels.
Therefore, some familiar herbalists greeted him one after another, and Zhao Sheng also repeatedly returned the greetings with a fist salute.
He found a place where many acquaintances were sitting down, then turned to greet the Flower Monk Lu Dayou next to him, saying, "Brother Lu, how are you, and everyone else..."
As he spoke, Zhao Sheng glanced over and saw that there were a few fewer people missing from Lu Dayou's team, so he frowned.
Those who are not here are probably in great danger.
You should know that picking elixirs is not easy. When climbing up and down cliffs, you have to be careful of strong winds and fog at all times, and also be wary of poisonous insects, birds of prey, ferocious beasts and the like. If you are not careful, you will end up with no remains left.
What's more, Tianzhu Mountain is not just a place for collecting herbs.
Lu Dayou saw through his thoughts, but as a veteran Qi Refiner, he had long since become indifferent to life and death. He just laughed and shifted his attention:
"Brother Gongsun, where have you made your fortune recently? It's really dangerous for you to be alone. Why don't you join my team? We can all look after each other."
Ever since Zhao Sheng invented the wingsuit flying mode, he has become a popular choice among many small herbal medicine collection teams.
Because wingsuit flying is really useful, the survival rate of many cultivators in the early stage of Qi training has increased dramatically after learning wingsuit flying.
So while earning a lot of "tuition fees", Zhao Sheng's fame grew day by day.
"Haha, I appreciate your kindness, Brother Lu. But I've been used to being lazy alone these years and I'm not used to working with others." Zhao Sheng politely declined the other party's offer with a laugh.
Immortal cultivators are arrogant and conceited, and have always looked down on innate warriors. Although Zhao Sheng is quite famous, he is no exception.
If you join Lu Dayou's team, you might be stabbed in the back by your own people one day.
You know, this Mr. Zhao is very fat!
Lu Dayou tried to persuade him a few more times, but seeing that Zhao Sheng kept making excuses, he finally became impatient and turned his face cold, ignoring him.
Cough cough!
After a while, perhaps seeing that no one was coming, the Ziyang Sect disciple suddenly coughed twice and stood up.
There was a sudden silence around the fire, and everyone looked at him.
The man glanced at everyone and then said, "It's almost time. Let's begin tonight's trade fair. The old rules are: one, no physical contact; two, once the goods leave your hands, neither party can regret the transaction. Three, beyond the ten-mile safety zone, everyone's life and death is at the mercy of fate."
In addition, if you need anything, you can come to me to exchange it. It doesn't matter whether it's spiritual stones, magical instruments, Taoist talismans or elixirs."
After saying that, he sat back down again.
When the trade fair began, some herbalists came to the disciples of Ziyang Sect one after another and exchanged their spiritual herbs for what they needed.
Other herbalists skillfully spread out a bundle and put some odds and ends on it, such as various dried or well-preserved elixirs, various broken magic tools and swords, dried meat, kettles, some unknown minerals or monster limbs, claws, etc.
The same is true for Zhao Sheng.
He untied the straps from his back, dumped the contents of his backpack onto the ground, and spread them out one by one.
Three hundred-year-old red fruits, a roll of armored animal skin, a green ganoderma as big as a face, two white ganoderma as tender as jade, a bronze knife, and a folded blue robe.
The above are what he has gained in this month, but they are not the most important.
Zhao Sheng hesitated for a long time, and finally took out a round jade pendant from his arms. It was crystal clear and emitted a bright white light.
As soon as something like this appears, it immediately attracts the attention of others.
"A first-grade protective jade pendant!" someone exclaimed.
"Fuck! Did Gongsun Sheng sneak attack another sect's disciple?"
"Humph, that old thief Gongsun relies on his extraordinary martial arts skills to hit people from behind. If he wasn't such a strong escape artist, he would have been caught and skinned alive long ago."
Zhao Sheng ignored the comments of others. At this time, someone could not help but come up and ask how to exchange the protective jade pendant.
"I only exchange for Huangya Pills, Qingyu Powder and other spiritual pills that increase cultivation."
Facing the newcomer, Zhao Sheng raised his voice slightly, deliberately letting others hear.
Upon hearing this, the visitor laughed awkwardly and said, "Brother Gongsun, as an innate warrior, you don't need these immortality elixirs. How about a change of offer? I have a bottle of rejuvenation pills and a bottle of innate pills here. Take a look."
"Sorry, I won't exchange anything else." Zhao Sheng refused without hesitation.
snort!
The visitor left with a groan.
Another person who came over gave Zhao Sheng a headache.
Han Xuanwu squatted opposite him with his legs apart, staring at Zhao Sheng blankly without saying a word.
"Brother Han, why are you like this? I'm really not hiding anything. The reason you can't practice the Nine Changes of Cloud Dragon is because your physique is not suitable, it's not my problem." Zhao Sheng looked very sincere.
He had a good impression of Han Xuanwu. He was a man of great loyalty and integrity, and most importantly, he never discriminated against ordinary warriors.
In addition, what Zhao Sheng said was also true. Without a physique as light as a swallow, ordinary people who have reached the peak of their training can only take a step of seven or eight feet at most, unlike him who can take a step of ten feet and fly through the air.
Han Xuanwu said nothing. The reputation of the old thief Gongsun was almost infamous among the herbalists, and no word he said could be trusted.
Moreover, there must be some other secret to the Cloud Dragon Nine Changes, otherwise, as a martial arts genius, it would be impossible for him not to achieve perfection in it.
Seeing that the other party was determined to continue pestering him, Zhao Sheng was about to persuade him a few more times.
Sudden,
His nose twitched violently a few times and he smelled a very faint and strange smell.
Zhao Sheng's face changed slightly. He looked around quietly and saw that there was nothing unusual around him. The transaction was going on vigorously. However, the strange smell in the air was getting stronger and stronger.
Ever since he reached his innate limit last year, his sense of smell suddenly became extremely sensitive. He could distinguish the complex smells in the air one by one, and could also smell scents that even immortal cultivators could not detect.
He called this extraordinary ability "sniffing" or "dog nose".
In recent years, the reason why he has escaped repeatedly is largely due to this special ability.
"Take my advice and leave here as soon as possible."
Zhao Sheng used his secret voice transmission skills to remind Han Xuanwu, then he swiftly put the things on the ground back into his backpack.