Chapter 1185

Two days later, in the morning, it was the day of the fair.

The fair is held in an attic called Juxian Pavilion in Tianya city.

No matter the elders of the major sects or the casual practitioners, they can participate in the trade fair as long as they have the cultivation of jiedan period. Except for the monks wanted by the alliance, such as the elder of jiedan period of blood refining clan.

Of course, in high-end fairs like this, some low-level friars are not qualified to come here to join in the fun and avoid noisy environment.

Juxian Pavilion is located in the west of the city. The area is remote and quiet. It has three floors up and down. It is made of jade. It is very gorgeous and dazzling.

Before going to the fair, in order to avoid unnecessary troubles, Shen Lang changed his appearance a little and dressed up as a young man with a national character and a bad appearance.

Then, Shen wave turned into a light hiding and landed outside Juxian Pavilion.

Outside the attic, a maid in charge of reception bowed slightly and asked with a slight smile, "do you dare to ask if this elder is here for the fair?"

Shen waves nodded slightly.

"Sir, please follow me." The maid respectfully led Shen Lang into Juxian Pavilion.

According to the rules, you have to pay 25000 xinglingshi to participate in the fair. Shen Lang paid the prescribed five element spirit stone to the friar in charge of the charge on the first floor of the attic.

Later, Shen Lang was led by the maid to the entrance of the third floor of the attic.

There is a forbidden area outside the entrance gate, which is covered by a white light curtain. You can't see the situation inside the gate clearly. Even the sound inside the gate is completely isolated.

"Senior, it's the trading hall. The forbidden system outside the gate can only be opened when the alchemy monks activate their powers. " The maid explained with a smile.

Shen Lang nodded slightly, thinking that the fair is still very rigorous, hoping to get something.

He reached out his right hand, and white power appeared in his palm. Shen Lang directly used his hand to tear a hole in the forbidden area in front of the gate, and then walked in.

After passing through the prohibition, the internal hall suddenly opened up.

The hall of the fair is about 500 square meters, very spacious, surrounded by many exquisite tables and chairs. The interior layout is simple and exquisite, and the ground is covered with red blanket, like the fur of a monster, which is slightly advanced.

There are many bright pearls hanging around, making the whole hall full of soft light, exquisite luxury.

It's still early now. A dozen monks of the jiedan period have arrived. There are three or two people sitting around talking with each other. There are also people sitting in the corner silent.

Some pretty and beautiful maids hold the Lingcha lingguo and hand it to the monks who sit down.

The fair hasn't started yet, and people are far from here. The monks of jiedan period who are sitting together should know each other, and they are chatting with each other about their experiences in the world of immortality.

As soon as Shen Langgang entered the hall, all the monks of jiedan period glanced at him, then took back their eyes and recovered as usual.

The monks who can practice to the end of the alchemy are all people who show respect and caution, and will not pretend to force or offend others without brains.

It may be that Shen Lang's face is too young, which makes some monks slightly surprised.

Shen Lang also glanced at all the people. All the monks here are at the beginning of the alchemy. At the end of the Dan period, it is very difficult to continue to improve, so we have to go on for many years.

If it's not a talent or a chance to fall on your own head, it's usually difficult to break through the next level. So in the period of making pill, the friars accounted for 89% of the total.

An old man in green robe, who presided over the fair, greeted Shen Lang enthusiastically: "this Taoist friend is a stranger. My husband, Wang Qing, is the manager of Juxian Pavilion fair. How dare you ask your name? Where is your school?"

"I'm in the deep water. I don't know about the field work." Shen Lang's polite boxing.

The two politely said something. Soon, Shen Lang sat down alone in the corner.

No one in the hall paid attention to Shen Lang, but he was a nameless monk.

In a flash, an hour passed.

More and more people came, and the tables and chairs in the hall gradually filled up.

There are about forty or fifty monks of the jiedan period, and five or six nuns.

Wang Qing, the manager of the fair, suddenly walked into the hall and announced with a smile, "you guys, there is a VIP coming to the fair. Wang wants to give you a grand introduction!"

After that, the forbidden door was opened again. A handsome young man in purple robe and folding fan strode into the hall, followed by a beautiful cold beauty.

Zipao youth looks as young as Shen Lang, but he has the cultivation of the middle stage of jiedan! And look at its haughty look, as if the beginning is not small.

"This is Mr. Duan Jian of Ziyang palace. I think he is famous. You all have heard about him!" Wang Qing said with a smile.

As soon as the words came out, there was a commotion in the whole hall.

"Duan Jian of Ziyang palace?"

"Is it Duan Jian, the son of Duan Yang, the famous monk of Yuanying period in Ziyang palace?"

"This period of young man is not simple. He made great contributions in the last war and was given a treasure by the league."

There are several monks in the hall.

More monks saluted Duan Jian respectfully.

"Mr. Duan has a great reputation and I admire him for a long time."

"Seeing is better than hearing. Young master Duan is really outstanding and talented!" A monk with good literary talent complimented him.

"It's my honor to see Mr. Duan. I have no regrets about her death!" A female nun of jiedan period even committed a flower mania.

Shen Lang glances at Duan Jian. He is really famous. He has heard of such a wild cultivator who doesn't ask about the world.

Ziyang palace is the second super sect among the seven orthodox sects, with strong strength and profound foundation.

Duan Jian is the son of Duan Yang, the palace master of Ziyang palace. Like Ouyang Changfeng, Shen Lang's best friend, he is also a dragon chant. At the age of more than a hundred, it broke through the middle of jiedan, with strong strength, even comparable to the later monks.

But he has a high-profile style, likes to be competitive, and likes to travel around, so he is very famous.

In the middle of the period of pill making, it is not enough for Shen Lang to pay so much attention.

It's just the gorgeous beauty beside Duan Jian that surprises Shen Lang.

The female cultivator had only the later stage of foundation construction. She was dressed in a white dress and her delicate features were like clear water like lotus.

Although the pretty face is expressionless, it has elegant posture and clear eyes. The figure is concave and convex, and the curve is exquisite. It seems that it emits a cold air. The beauty is dazzling.

"Xiao linger?" Shen Lang's heart was shaking and his face was unbelievable.

Even after twenty years, Shen Lang will not admit his mistake. This cold and gorgeous nun is Xiao ling'er!

Seeing a large group of monks in jiedan period flatter him, Duan Jian looks very proud, but he said politely: "ha ha, you are welcome. Duan came to the boundless island by chance on this trip. He came here to participate in the fair by the way. This is Duan's girlfriend. "

Xiao linger's face was expressionless, her white hands were pasted on her belly, and she bowed slightly: "I've seen you all before."

The voice is cold, crisp and extremely pleasant.