Author: Peng Peng Peng can fly

"Who is fellow Taoist? Why are you blocking my way!"

Looking at the strange middle-aged man in red Taoist robes, Cui Ning slightly bent his right hand, and there seemed to be a red light flickering on his fingers. Then he asked with an indifferent expression.

Anyone who is stopped by a stranger on the street will not be in a good mood.

What's more, he was blocked by a strange monk who was in the middle stage of foundation building.

The middle-aged monk was startled when he heard this. When he appeared, he secretly released a trace of spiritual power fluctuations to let the other party know his cultivation level.

Unexpectedly, the young man in front of me didn't show any fear at all, but was so confident.

Could it be that this person is also a mid-level monk like myself?

He subconsciously looked at Cui Ning's clothes, but didn't see any signs.

It seems that this young monk is not a direct descendant of the five major families.

However, among the famous casual cultivators on Piaomiao Island, there was no one with similar appearance to the young man in front of him.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, the red-robed middle-aged man said with a smile:

"Haha, my name is Xu Zhong. I saw that Taoist friends have been wandering around the market, so I came to ask.

"I don't have any other intentions. It just so happens that my master has a small trade fair that is about to be held, so I was sent to invite monks of the same level to participate. I wonder if you are interested in participating?"

"Small trade fair?" Cui Ning's heart moved.

It just so happened that he had been in seclusion for the past few years, so he could use this trade fair to find out more about the Boundless Sea, so he pretended to have an expressive expression on his face.

Moreover, this middle-aged man's surname is Xu, and he seems to be a descendant of the Xu family. As for some ambushes or conspiracies, Cui Ning, who is already in the advanced stage of foundation building, is not afraid at all.

If someone wanted to provoke someone who was short-sighted, he wouldn't mind trying the power of his new magical power "Diamond Finger".

It's just that since it's a small trade fair, it should have its own circle. I don't know why I would just randomly invite a stranger to participate.

It seems that we still need to be more careful, there may be some tricks in such a transaction.

"I wonder what your friendship is like?" Seeing Cui Ning's interested expression, the middle-aged man in red robe also struck while the iron was hot.

"I really need some things, so I'm going to trouble fellow Taoist Xu! My surname is Ding, and I'm a casual cultivator from Piaomiao Island!"

Cui Ning thought for a moment and finally nodded and agreed to the middle-aged man's invitation.

The middle-aged man was overjoyed when he heard this. He didn't ask about Cui Ning's origins at all: "Haha, I wish you a good harvest in advance! Why don't you leave now? I'll call a few other people to go together."

Cui Ning naturally had no objection.

So he followed the red-robed middle-aged man to an inn in Fang City and met up with several monks that the middle-aged man had invited.

Half an hour later, everyone flew towards a place outside the city in the distance using the escape light.

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A ray of light stopped outside a manor outside the city.

The light dispersed, revealing five or six monks in different costumes. The leader was none other than Xu Zhong, who was wearing a red robe.

Immediately behind Xu Zhong were an ordinary-looking woman in purple clothes and an old Taoist in green clothes who was about sixty or seventy years old.

As for Cui Ning, she walked last with another boy in yellow.

These people are all "loose cultivators" that Xu Zhong recruited in Fangshi.

I saw Xu Zhong arriving at the door of the manor first. He did not knock on the door, but walked to the bell hanging on a weeping willow in front of the door.

Then he reached out and rang the bell, and saw a ripple invisible to the naked eye emanating from the bell.

Then Xu Zhong stood with his hands tied and stopped talking.

The other monks also looked at each other in shock when they saw this.

Not long after, the door of the manor opened with a "squeak", and a woman in a red dress slowly walked out, with a smile on her face.

The woman glanced at Xu Zhong and others, then bowed, then walked back into the manor without saying anything.

Xu Zhong was overjoyed when he saw the woman appear and hurriedly followed her.

Immediately, two more figures followed closely behind them, it was the woman in purple and the old man in green.

Cui Ning frowned when he saw this, because his spiritual consciousness did not feel the spiritual power fluctuations on the woman in the red dress. Could it be that this woman was just an ordinary person?

He was still deep in thought when an elegant voice came into his ears.

"Brother Ding, let's go in together too!"

It turned out to be the young man in yellow. When he saw Cui Ning motionless, he came over to ask.

Cui Ning was calm and could not help but smile when looking at the young man: "Okay, brother Tong, let's go!"

The young man in yellow is named Tong Qijie, and he is a casual cultivator from the Pei family, a medium-sized family on the south side of Piaomiao Island.

Since they are similar in age and both are in the middle stage of foundation building, they chatted happily.

Except for the girl in purple who is in the early stage of foundation building, everyone else in this team, including Cui Ning, claims to be a mid-stage monk.

So Cui Ning and Tong Qijie walked into the manor while laughing and chatting.

As soon as Cui Ning stepped into the manor, she saw the door closed in a burst of white mist.

Led by the woman in red dress, everyone passed through several high platforms and thick pavilions before arriving at a hall.

The hall in front of you is extremely spacious, with carved railings and jade walls, and is magnificent, covering an area of ​​three or four acres.

There are eight white jade-carved pillars on each side of the hall, connecting the hall floor and the dome. It takes about five or six people to surround these pillars.

There are many tables and chairs in the hall, and there are already more than twenty monks sitting or standing among them, waiting.

It seems that these monks are not very familiar with each other. They are divided into small groups. People in a group are chatting with each other and talking about the past and the present.

Of course, there are also some loners. These monks either have indifferent faces or are meditating with their eyes closed. They seem to disdain to interact with other monks in the hall.

Upon noticing the movement outside the hall, these monks immediately stopped and looked towards Cui Ning and others.

And being watched by so many people all of a sudden made Cui Ning feel a little embarrassed.

As for the young man in yellow, his face turned red with embarrassment.

Some people seemed to be familiar with the woman and the old man behind Xu Zhong, and even greeted them.

Judging from the monks Xu Zhong had roped in, these monks were at least in the early stages of foundation building.

Facing so many experts of the same level, Cui Ning remained calm, followed Xu Zhong and others into the hall, and then chose a remote location to sit down.

The young man in yellow also trotted behind Cui Ning and sat on one side of him.

Although Cui Ning's spiritual consciousness was powerful and far superior to the same level, he did not dare to pry in such an occasion and could only use his eyes to look at the surrounding environment.

Soon two monks caught his attention, one was an old man sitting upright in the main seat, and the other was a middle-aged man in black clothes who was leaning on a white jade stone pillar.

This person had his eyes closed tightly and didn't know what he was thinking.

Xu Zhong, who had brought them here before, was currently bending beside the old man and reporting something to him.

Judging from the etiquette between the two, this old man is most likely a master of late-stage foundation building.

When Cui Ning turned to look at the middle-aged man in black, he happened to see the middle-aged man in black open his eyes. Their eyes met, and there was a hint of fierceness in the middle-aged man's eyes.

Cui Ning's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away pretending that nothing happened.

The middle-aged man's eyes were fierce, he was definitely a decisive person, and judging from the fearful look on the faces of the people around him, he was probably a late-stage Foundation Establishment monk, but he didn't know why he came here.

About half an hour later, several more monks came in from outside the hall, before Cui Ning could observe them.

The old man sitting in the main seat suddenly stood up, slightly cupped his hands towards the people in the hall and said:

"Thank you all comrades for giving me Xu Longtian face and being able to participate in the small trade fair initiated by me, Xu!"

"I also have selfish motives for holding this small trade fair. In order to break through to the Golden Core stage, I, Xu Longtian, have traveled all over the Piaomiao Island, but there are still some items missing.

"In this booklet are the things that I want and the things that can be exchanged. Please take a look at it, fellow Taoists!"

After the old man named Long finished speaking, he waved his hand, and several jade slips glowing with red glow fell into the hands of every monk present.

Cui Ning naturally had an extra copy in his hand. He looked around and saw everyone looking at the jade slip.

So he also poured his mind into the jade slip. As a result, his expression became cloudy and uncertain.

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