Sang Luo curled her lips, she was still to blame for her sword.
"Yulu Pill, I spent a lot of money to buy it. There are more than a hundred spiritual stones. Remember to pay back the money."
She is a swordsman and a poor person. She just gave him the Yulu Pill because she saw how pitiful he was, but she couldn't give it to him for free, at least give her the capital.
Chu Yanshu: "..."
The market price of Gyokuro Pills is at most fifty spirit stones. Was she deceived or did she want to deceive him?
Flying is prohibited in Yunya City, so Sang Luo stopped at the gate of the city.
However, the two of them had not taken a few steps before they were stopped by the soldiers guarding the city.
"What? The entrance fee to the city is two pieces of low-grade spiritual stones per person."
Sang Luo's eyes widened,
"You are robbing money. I have stayed in Xuanyuan Sect for such a long time. Why didn't I know that I need spiritual stones to enter Yunya City?!"
Is it the Lord of Yunya City who has gone missing?
Or is Su Changluoti not willing to go under the knife?
How dare you arbitrarily charge fees within the jurisdiction of Xuanyuan Sect?
Are you looking for death?
Chu Yanshu behind him raised his eyebrows slightly, waiting to watch the show.
As soon as Sang Luo said these words, the guards guarding the city were also stunned for a moment.
"Are you two from Xuanyuan Sect?"
Sang Luo threw his disciple Ling forward and said coldly,
"Snowfall peaks, mulberry trees fall."
The two soldiers guarding the city immediately widened their eyes when they heard this. They took Sang Luo aside and apologized with a smile.
"It's because the little one has eyesight but doesn't recognize Mount Tai. He didn't recognize Master Sang."
Sang Luo seemed to have thought of something and looked at the two guards.
"Who asked you to set up checkpoints and charge fees here?"
As expected, the guard whispered,
"It's the sect leader. He said that the Hundred Years' War is coming. Recently, our Xuanyuan Sect has opened many secret realms for disciples and casual cultivators to try out. We have to make money from other places."
"Moreover, we recently discovered that the poor men of Kunwu Sword Sect and the disciples of Danyin Pavilion sneaked into the city to visit the secret realm. The sect leader said that they must be allowed to bleed."
The Xuanyuan Sect has been the largest sect in the fourteen states of Cangwu for thousands of years, and its big tree attracts the wind!
The other six sects are all watching.
Sang Luo: "..."
She knew it!
Behind him, Chu Yanshu fell into deep thought. Is the Xuanyuan Sect, which has been ranked first among the seven sects for thousands of years, so poor?
Of course, it doesn’t stop.
As a personal disciple, Sang Luo asked the guards to collect hundreds of spiritual stones, saying that they would be recorded in the sect leader's account.
So the guard kept accounts honestly. He was also a swordsman. It was impossible for him to mend the hole!
I have to pay a hundred or ten yuan more for this matter!
"..."
The black market was bustling with people, but Sang Luo was afraid that Chu Yanshu would get lost, so he kept holding on to his wrist, fearing that he would not be found if he was not careful.
Sang Luo's hand was a bit strong, and the boy he grabbed was a little hurt.
Chu Yanshu looked at the white and slender hand that was firmly locked on his wrist, his long eyelashes slightly drooped, and he didn't know what he was thinking of.
At this time, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the southwest corner of the black market, followed by a thunderstorm, causing the crowd to commotion.
"Run, run, there seems to be a fight between the Kunwu Sword Sect and the Heavy Weapon Sect."
"Why are you fighting?"
"It seems to be because of the saint girl of Danyin Sect."
"Wow, the Great Triangle Shura Field! Come and watch the excitement!"
"Holy shit, you're still watching the excitement, run away quickly, Lu Changsheng is going crazy!"
The crowd suddenly became commotion, with some running outside and some running to the west to watch the excitement.
Most of the people who ran away were casual cultivators, fearing that they would get into trouble and bring disaster to the pond.
Most of the people running in were wearing the uniforms of disciples of aristocratic families or sects, wanting to watch the fun.
The crowd was mixed and moving. Sang Luo was pushed and almost fell down, but Chu Yanshu from behind helped her in time.
Sang Luo steadied his body and looked at the frost and snow not far away. It seemed to be the Frost Sword Art of Kunwu Sword Sect.
Wait a moment!
To the west, isn’t that where the Phoenix Egg stall is?