At this time, Lin San took out a bronze medal and placed it gently on the table: "Elder Qin, the competition is over. This defensive bronze medal is returned to you."
Qin Hanwen glanced at the bronze medal and smiled slightly: "I'll give it to you."
"Ah." Lin San was stunned: "Elder Qin, you..."
"Do you like this defensive bronze medal?" Qin Hanwen asked.
Lin San nodded.
"Then I'll give it to you." Qin Hanwen said calmly and generously.
"How can this happen..." Lin San waved his hands repeatedly: "This bronze medal is too valuable. I don't dare to ask for it..." During the competition, Lin San had already seen the defensive capabilities of the bronze medal. It is definitely very powerful. It is an indispensable item.
A lot of defensive magic weapons.
Qin Hanwen smiled: "I'll give it to you. Just accept it. Okay, it's getting late. I'm going back." After saying that, Qin Hanwen stood up and walked out the door.
Lin San hurriedly stood up to see him off.
When he walked to the door again, Qin Hanwen suddenly stopped: "By the way, I forgot to tell you one thing. Next month is the day when the Nine Kingdoms Textile Fair will be held. At that time, the Qingyue Sect will send a group of disciples to come
Go to the textile market to buy and exchange some materials and elixirs. Then you can also go and have a look. Come down the mountain to experience it. It will help you practice."
"What is Jiuguo Textile City?" Lin San asked in surprise.
"Every thirty years, the nine countries in Fengyun Continent will jointly hold a large-scale textile market. This allows immortal cultivators from all countries to find the materials and elixirs they lack in the textile market. People who participate in the textile market have very high requirements.
It's simple. As long as you are an immortal cultivator." Qin Hanwen simply explained: "Next month, you can go to the textile market with other disciples of Qingyue Sect. Maybe you can come across some pills you need.
Follow the materials.”
"Thank you, Elder Qin, for giving me this opportunity." Lin San said gratefully.
Qin Hanwen waved his hand: "Practice hard. If you don't understand anything, you can go to me directly." After saying that, Qin Hanwen strode away.
Looking at Qin Hanwen's disappearing figure, Lin San suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart.
…
Time flies so fast. Next month is here in a blink of an eye.
On this day, the mountain gate of Qingyue Sect suddenly opened.
A spaceship flew out from the mountain gate and quickly flew toward the southeast.
Not long after the spaceship left, the mountain gate of Qingyue Sect slowly closed.
This spaceship is very large. There are many birds and animals carved on the hull. There is also a large flag hanging on the bow. The three characters "Qingyue Sect" are embroidered on the flag.
The interior of the cabin is also very luxurious and luxurious. In the middle of the cabin are sitting a dozen men wearing green robes. Judging from their appearance, they don't seem to be very old.
These dozen men are the disciples of the Qingyue Sect who went to participate in the Nine Kingdoms Textile Market. Among these disciples, the ones with the lowest cultivation level are in the early stage of the Golden Core. Two or three of them are still in the late stage of the Golden Core.
Lin San sat at the end of the crowd, holding a cup of tea in his hand and drinking it silently.
"I heard that the scale of the Jiuguo Textile Fair this time is larger than usual." said a black-faced man.
"I heard about it too. This time we were selected by the sect to participate in the Nine Kingdoms Textile Fair. We are really lucky." A long-haired man said excitedly.
Lin San raised his head and glanced. He recognized the two people talking. The man with the black face was called Cheng Ziming, who was the steward of the Medicine Palace. The man with the long hair was called Li Tao, who worked at the elixir pharmacy. Both of them were in the middle stage of Golden Elixir.
"I brought all my worth this time just to buy some rare weapon-refining materials in the textile market so that I can refine a high-level magic weapon when I come back." Cheng Ziming said with a smile.
"I plan to buy some pills to improve my cultivation." Li Tao nodded and said.
Except for Cheng Ziming and Li Tao, others also gathered together and whispered.
Lin San couldn't stand the noise in the cabin, so he put down his tea cup, stood up and walked out. He stood on the deck and enjoyed the breeze.
"Why are you out?" There was a sound of slight footsteps behind me.
Lin San turned around and saw that it was Wang Shuhai, the steward of the arena. He was also the leader of the disciples of the Qingyue Sect this time: "Senior Brother Wang." Lin San greeted politely.
Wang Shuhai slowly walked to Lin San and said with a smile: "Why did you come out alone? You have something on your mind."
"No. I just felt that the cabin was a little too stuffy, so I came out to get some air." Lin San explained hurriedly.
"This Jiuguo Textile Market is a rare opportunity. You must seize it." Wang Shuhai kindly reminded.
"I know." Lin San responded.
"Okay. I have other things to do. Let's go in first." After saying hello to Lin San, Wang Shuhai returned to the cabin.
Lin San stood quietly on the bow of the boat. Information about Jiuguo Textile City began to flash in his mind.
"Nine Kingdoms Textile Market". As the name suggests, it is a textile market jointly organized by nine countries. These nine countries are: Nanyue Kingdom, Water Kingdom, Food Kingdom, Hualan Kingdom, Daning Kingdom, Shennong Kingdom, Gaobang Kingdom, Ba Ji Country, Tianzhu Country. These nine countries are the most powerful countries in Fengyun Continent. Each country has many sects of cultivating immortals. Hundreds of years ago, the nine countries formed an alliance. Every thirty years. A large-scale textile market is held at the intersection of the nine countries. Each country will trade or exchange some of its treasured materials, elixirs, exercises, etc. Those participating in the textile market are all immortal cultivators. Mortals are not allowed to do so. entered.
There are hundreds of thousands of immortal cultivators participating in the Nine Kingdoms Textile Market each time. Basically, they are all immortal cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage.
As time goes by, the Nine Kingdoms Textile Fair becomes more and more successful and its reputation grows. I heard that immortal cultivators from other continents will specially come to Fengyun Continent to participate in the Nine Kingdoms Textile Fair.
…
A month later, the spacecraft stopped in a desolate desert.
"We've arrived at the location. Let's get down." Wang Shuhai led a group of fellow disciples and flew down from the spaceship.
"This is where the Nine Kingdoms Textile Fair is held." Someone raised doubts. This is a desolate desert. There is no trace of the Nine Kingdoms Textile Fair.
"Don't be anxious. Jiuguo Textile City is not far ahead." Wang Shuhai checked the surrounding terrain and then flew straight ahead.
Others hurriedly followed.
After everyone had been flying for about a stick of incense, a huge deep pit suddenly appeared in front of them.
Wang Shuhai led his fellow disciples to slowly land on the edge of the pit.
"Hey, why is there a deep pit here?" Li Tao looked into the pit. It was dark and there was nothing.
Wang Shuhai raised his head and looked at the sky: "It seems we are early."
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the deep pit. Then an ancient city slowly emerged from the deep pit.
The disciples of Qingyue Sect were all stunned by the scene before them. They never expected that there was actually a city hidden in the deep pit.
In a short time, the city emerged from the pit and stood in front of everyone.
This city is tall and mighty. There is a plaque hanging on the beam of the gate. On the plaque there are four characters "Nine Kingdoms Textile City" written in flying phoenixes.
"Boom." The city suddenly trembled violently. Then it quickly grew larger, wider, and taller. In the blink of an eye, its volume expanded hundreds of times.
When the city grew bigger, Wang Shuhai and others had already flown into the air.
"What a guy! This city can actually get bigger." Li Tao said in amazement.
Others in the Qingyue Sect also expressed admiration.
"This city is where the Nine Kingdoms Textile Fair was held." Wang Shuhai had attended the Nine Kingdoms Textile Fair twice before, so he was not too surprised by the sudden appearance of the city.
"Bang." There was a sound. The old gate of the city slowly opened, revealing a smooth stone road.
"Let's go. Let's go in." Wang Shuhai walked into the door.
Lin San and others followed closely and entered the city.
The city was quiet. There was no one around. The stores on both sides of the street were also tightly closed.
"Why is there no one?" Li Tao asked doubtfully.
"We're early. There will be more people soon. Let's go. Let's find a place to rest first." Wang Shuhai led a group of juniors to the door of an inn with familiarity.
The door of this inn is open. You can vaguely see some wooden tables and chairs placed inside.
"Stay in the hotel." Wang Shuhai shouted loudly as soon as he walked into the inn.
The door curtain in the inner room was opened. A chubby man walked out. He had a small hat on his head and a gorgeous gown. His skin was fair, but his belly was a bit bigger. The man looked at Wang Shuhai and others. He looked lightly. Said: "You came early enough."
Wang Shuhai smiled slightly: "I'm late. I'm afraid I won't have a place to stay."
The man twitched the corners of his mouth: "How many of you."
"Thirteen." Wang Shuhai replied without thinking.
The man fumbled for a wooden sign from his arms and threw it to Wang Shuhai: "House No. 18 in the backyard." After saying that, the man returned to the inner room.
"Who is this man? He is so crazy..." Li Tao muttered.
Wang Shuhai glared at Li Tao: "Shut up. Don't talk nonsense here. Be careful of getting into trouble."
After being scolded by Wang Shuhai, Li Tao's face suddenly turned red.
"Remember, this is not the Qingyue Sect. You have to be careful when speaking and doing things. Do you hear me?" Wang Shuhai glanced at the others.
"Remember." The disciples of Qingyue Sect responded in unison.
"Let's go. Let's go to the room." Wang Shuhai walked to the backyard.
Lin San and the other brothers hurriedly followed.
The backyard is very large. There are hundreds of courtyards built side by side. They are all made of wood. There is a number sign hanging on the door frame of each courtyard. Wang Shuhai and others searched for a long time. They saw courtyard No. 18 at the eastern end.
"Everyone, let's go and have a rest. If you want anything, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Wang Shuhai ordered and walked into the room opposite.
Other disciples of the Qingyue Sect also began to look for their favorite rooms.
There are more than twenty rooms in this courtyard, which is enough for thirteen disciples of the Qingyue Sect to live in.
Lin San chose a room near the door. It was mainly for the convenience of entry and exit. The room was very clean and well-furnished. There were tables, chairs, benches, cabinets for clothes, and a wooden bed by the window. The bed is covered with a thick mattress.
After traveling for a month, Lin San was already a little tired. He took off his shoes and lay on the bed to rest.