Dawang Village is a small village that is only half a day away from the Death Swamp.

Since the ground is within the radiation range of the death swamp, strange beasts and poisonous insects that emerge from the death swamp are often invaded by them. Therefore, most of the people in this village who have some skills basically migrate to other places. Not to mention outsiders, there are basically few people who settle here.

And it is such a small village that is rarely heard of. After the news of a strange treasure appearing in the Death Sect, it suddenly became lively. From time to time, there are those who are ready to go to the Death Sect to find out what they need and add some of them.

For example, today, people who rushed to Qingyun Sect near the Death Daze came to it. After a while, they were about to take a break, and officially entered this world with several dangerous places.

"Okay, according to the map, this is the last stop to enter the Death Daze," Xiao Yicai, who was in charge of the operation at Qingyunmen, chuckled and ordered after everyone was settled on the ground: "Everyone is resting for a while, and then we will go to it officially."

Are you going to enter soon?

Hearing the end of this long journey, he was finally about to arrive. Among the disciples, many of them had never traveled far away and could not stand the Qingyun Sect disciples who could not stand the wind and slept in the open during this period, finally breathed a sigh of relief and replied together: "Yes, Senior Brother Xiao."

"Well," Xiao Yi clicked the point and continued: "Then the next rule is still the same. Free movement for half an hour. Everyone can go around casually, walk around, don't go far. After half an hour, it's still here, and then we will set off together."

"I understand," the Qingyun disciples could not help but nodded, and then dispersed in groups of three or three.

A small village where few people usually come is naturally not like some bustling towns. There is something that makes people nostalgic about and interesting. Therefore, although Xiao Yicai said that everyone can move freely, there are very few people entering the village. After all, this so-called Dawang Village looks desolate enough outside. At first glance, there is probably not even a decent shop, so there is nothing to visit.

Therefore, most of them sit on the ground in a place, and just take some of the meals they bought when they passed by some bustling towns on the way, chatting and eating, waiting for the time to arrive.

Of course, if someone doesn't want to go into the village to ask for trouble, some people are extremely panic and willing to go in and stroll, and among the willing one is Xie Feihong.

Of course, it was not that Xie Feihong was extremely bored, but that he felt a dark and almost inaudible aura in the village not far away. This aura revealed a mysterious artistic conception, which made Xie Feihong look at him, so naturally he would not pass by and not be able to see him.

It turned out to be him!

Looking at the familiar dress and the canvas that the immortal guided the way, Xie Feihong instantly understood who the person I could even give myself a little threat.

Zhou Mon Immortal!

A mysterious figure in the world of Zhuxian has many different opinions on this person. Some people say that he is just a ronin who is not good at learning skills, while others say that he is a strong man with a strong cultivation level that is not inferior to that of Master Qingye, and even he is Qingye himself.

Xie Feihong may not be able to answer these comments before, after all, there is no right to speak without investigation. But now, Xie Feihong can give the answer, that is, he was indeed an unrecognizable expert this week before. Otherwise, a ignorant person would never be able to give Xie Feihong a faint sense of threat.

"...Dear passers-by, I am an immortal who has obtained the true teachings of the ancestor and can restrain the world's poison..."

It seems that because he is relying on the mountain to eat, he not only works outside the death swamp but also works as an old master of divination of good and bad fortune, but also works part-time selling medicine and receiving treasures.

A shoddy sachet was placed directly on the stall. When someone saw someone entering the village, he opened his mouth to shout his discerning person as soon as he looked at it, he knew it was a lie and came to attract customers.

For example, when he saw several extremely bored people from Qingyunmen running around the village, he greeted him again, hoping that one or two suckers would take the bait so that he could open a new one today.

Those who can be sent to death to act on this side are all the elite disciples of Qingyun. I don’t know how many years have been walking in the world. Who doesn’t have a pair of vicious eyes, so naturally you can see through Zhou Yixian’s routine at a glance. Of course, there will be no one who is fooled.

Fortunately, Qingyun Sect itself belongs to the righteous sect, and most of the disciples are calm, so they do not care about it. Otherwise, it would be normal to break up his stall.

Seeing that the goods in his hands were not sold, Zhou Yixian should not show regret on his face. Just when he thought he would go back empty-handed again today and could not make any money, a hand suddenly appeared in front of him and took one of the sachets placed in front of him into his hand. At the same time, he said lightly: "This sachet is good, how can it be sold?"

He did not show joy because the counterfeit goods he sold were taken by others. When he saw someone coming to him, Zhou Yixian's figure was first shrunk, and his pupils also shrank. Obviously, he was shocked by whether someone could bully him in such a distance.

But after all, it was an old world. Zhou Yixian quickly reacted and smiled and covered up: "This guest official really has a good vision. My sachet can make the wearer immune to all poisons and the King Kong is indestructible..."

"So good," Looking at Zhou Yixian who was talking in front of him, Xie Feihong couldn't help but smile, then gently weighed the shoddy sachet in his hand, and then said: "It seems that I can't buy it anymore."

"Indeed, if you really don't buy it, it will be your loss," Zhou Yixian said with a smile.

"Let's offer," Xie Feihong raised his eyebrows.

"Fifty taels of silver!" Zhou Yixian said directly, and his words made his granddaughter Xiaohang brow jump, obviously speechless about his grandfather's darkness.

"It's not expensive," beyond the expectations of the two, Xie Feihong did not think that the price they offered was high, but instead expressed his opinion very much: "This treasure is only fifty taels of silver, which means it's a bargain."

"This... Who says that objectively seems to have a destiny with the channel? So I'm going to suffer a loss," Zhou Yixian said with a dry smile.

"That's what the Taoist priest has cost," Xie Feihong said: "But I, Xie Feihong, are not someone who likes to take advantage of others. Let's do this, I will pay fifty taels of gold! Come and buy the Taoist priest's sachet, how about it?"

"This... how can you be so embarrassed?" Zhou Yixian said with a look of guilt: "Then... look at these fifty taels of gold, are you giving cash silver... or not?"
Chapter completed!