Immortal Cultivation: I Can See Through Everything.

President Hu smiled.

"Other other abilities in my Tianfu Chamber of Commerce are ordinary, but I never make any mistakes in collecting information. Master Chen, please rest assured!"

Chen Xuan asked in a deep thought: "How can you tell the identity of the head of the Ghost City, and what is the strength?"

He knew in his heart that Tianfu Chamber of Commerce and the head of Guicheng must have contact.

"This is not convenient for telling Lord Chen. However, the head of the Ghost Market is usually composed of three parties: casual cultivator, demon cultivator, and demon cultivator, and its strength is comparable to that of Jiedan Zhenren."

Chen Xuan asked again, "Is there a way to let me enter the ghost market?"

"If someone asks, there is no way."

President Hu smiled and took out a jade plaque.

"This jade tablet can be freely entered and exited the ghost market and is a VIP. But if it is seized by the sect, it has nothing to do with our Tianfu Chamber of Commerce!"

Chen Xuan understood in seconds.

"Thank you, President Hu!"

Chen Xuan thanked him, took the jade plaque and said goodbye and left.

President Hu stood up and saw Chen Xuan leave.

Back in the VIP room, an elderly scholar appeared from the void, with a bright and magnificent appearance and a full of energy.

"Elder Wan, Chen Xuan was lured to the Ghost Market. What should I do next?"

"What should I do? What about Chen Xuan? It has nothing to do with our Tianfu Chamber of Commerce!"

The elderly scribe said coldly: "We are just a chamber of commerce. Whoever gives more money will do business with whom!"

"What a pity, Chen Xuan is a good person!"

President Hu sighed.

"The world is difficult, so what about good people! It's even harder for good people to survive these days!"

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"Ten days later, it will be the day when the ghost market is open, only more than a thousand miles away from Lingyun City..."

A distance of more than a thousand miles can be reached in one hour for Chen Xuan at this time.

Chen Xuan did not waste time and bought a black robe and a divine monkey mask to conceal his breath in Lingyun Fairy City.

Leaving Lingyun Fairy City, in a remote place, he put on a black robe and a divine monkey mask, and went to the Ghost Market alone.

The black robe can cover up his magical power and breath, and the monkey mask can protect the divine consciousness to investigate.

If other monks do not fight, it will be difficult for them to find out their true identity.

However, even knowing his true identity does not matter.

"All of them are extremely vicious and criminals, so it's better to be careful!"

In the ghost market, there are mixed fish and dragons, not only demon cultivators, but also demon cultivators, none of them are easy to share!

Chen Xuan naturally needs to prepare in advance just in case.

The Thunder Magic Formation protects the body, the Flowing Light Thunder Escape Technique runs away, and the Thousand Mile Golden Light Talisman saves his life.

And these are just paths.

The magical power of the heavenly eyes, the magic of heaven and earth, the Pure Yang Sword Formation, and the Zixiao Divine Thunder, you can easily fight with the level of the battle.

"Now, my strength is comparable to that of Jiedan Zhenren!"

Chen Xuan thought to himself.

"No, it's much better than the ordinary real person of Killing Dan, and it should be comparable to the real person of Jindan!"

Late the next night. The waning moon is like a hook, and the mist is heavy in a desolate valley.

A monk in a black robe wearing a divine monkey mask walked to the mouth of the valley filled with mountain mist.

"Stop!"

A thin figure with a mysterious figure and a hoarse voice appeared in front of Chen Xuan.

"Can there be an invitation token?"

Chen Xuan did not reply, took out the jade token given to him by President Hu and handed it over.

The thin figure nodded and waved backwards. In the shadow of the mountain fog, four ghost beasts were pulling a carriage and slowly coming.

"Get in the car."

Chen Xuan did not hesitate and got on the carriage. It was quite wide inside and had already taken seven monks.

"Eight people, full, you can leave first!"

The coachman reminded him, driving the ghost beast carriage and driving straight into the heart of the valley.

In the carriage, the seven monks, like him, covered their bodies tightly and each wore masks.

About an hour later.

"Here." With the coachman's reminder, Chen Xuan followed everyone out of the carriage.

Looking around, it is an old and abandoned market town with dim lights and shadows.

After testing the jade plaque again, the guard put Chen Xuan and others into the ghost market.

There are no serious storefront merchants on the street, they are all small stalls and hawkers, and there are few pedestrians.

Without shouting, the monks all hid their identities, kept their distance, and observed the environment vigilantly.

Even those who have a trading intention change their voices and lower their volume. When communicating with the stall owner, they look around from time to time, sneaking around.

Chen Xuan used the magical power of the heavenly eyes and combined with the soul sensing.

The entire ghost market is unobstructed.

There are more than 300 stalls, only a dozen genuine items, and the rest are fake and shoddy items.

There are six or seven hundred monks in the ghost market, most of whom are at the foundation-building realm.

There are only a few people in the realm of elixir.

Among them, three people gathered in the largest shop in the middle of the ghost market.

"One spiritual cultivator, one demon cultivator, one demon cultivator, one demon cultivator, you're in the way!"

Chen Xuan smiled.

He patiently walked from beginning to end on the streets of Ghost Market, and took the authentic products into his pocket.

To refine the high-quality material Blast Flame Crystal with a third-level fire attribute magic weapon, just add three cents to greatly increase the power of the fire flame of the magic weapon.

The main materials of the Foundation Building Pill are the 500-year-old Yuzhi Seven-Star Flower and the 700-year-old Qicai Linghua.

Such things are just 20% or 30% off the normal market price.

Chen Xuan was not polite at all. After asking for the price, he directly bought the spirit stone.

There are also some non-door goods.

The flying jade bone zombie is comparable to the middle stage of foundation building. It is invulnerable to swords and guns, and is more solid than gold and stones. It can fly to the sky and hide in the earth. It is an excellent helper for demon cultivators to fight.

The Ten Thousand Demons Ghost Soul Banner has already stored 9999 ghosts. Just refine another ghost into the banner and the quality can be improved to the magic treasure and directly attack the soul of the cultivator, which is extremely powerful.

As for various poisons, hidden weapons, and magic weapons, there are countless, everything is available!

Chen Xuan did not buy these evil things even if they were genuine.

In the ghost market, buying and selling depends entirely on your eyesight, quality cannot be guaranteed, and no returns will be made. After the transaction is completed, you will be responsible for the consequences.

But in Chen Xuan's eyes, whether it is true or false can be determined at a glance.

The streets of Ghost Market are not long, and Chen Xuan patiently walked back and forth from beginning to end.

I spent 500,000 to 600,000 spirit stones and purchased more than a dozen authentic products.

After going back, I sold it to the Tianfu Chamber of Commerce with the backhand, and I could earn at least one million spirit stones.

This made Chen Xuan quite happy.

It's better to be a ghost market.

The authentic products are mixed with fake products, and the price is cheap, so he can easily find any gaps.

However, soon, Chen Xuan discovered that the stall owners looked extremely ugly to him.

Everyone wanted to eat him.

"Yes, they also know that these are genuine products. One is true and nine is false, mixed in the goods for fishing."

Whether it is high-quality materials or precious spiritual plants, others cannot tell the truth or falsehood. For Chen Xuan, it is just a matter of taking a look.

Due to the rules of the ghost market, these people did not dare to do anything in it, but they must have hated Chen Xuan to death.

Many authentic products still have the tracking marks of these stall owners.

Chen Xuan didn't care about this at all.

A group of monks at the foundation-building realm, if you take a look at them, they will give them face.

Seeing that there was no omission, Chen Xuan went directly to the largest store in the middle.

The dark attribute flying sword magic weapon he needed was for sale in this store.

Compared to the stalls outside, the shop sells all authentic products.

Therefore, the price is not low, only 20% or 30% lower than the normal market price.

Chen Xuan observed for a while and knew it.

The magic weapons, elixirs, talismans, etc. placed on the shelves are all stolen goods.

A servant came up to him.

"What do you need for a distinguished guest?"

"I need a flying sword weapon."

Chen Xuan straight to the point.

"Please follow me."

Entered the VIP room at the back of the store.

A shopkeeper with a higher status personally received it.

"What kind of flying sword magic weapon do you need for your distinguished guest?"

"Light attribute, or dark attribute."

The shopkeeper nodded.

Turn around and go out.

Not long after, after coming in, there was an extra sword box on my hand.

When I opened it, I saw a dark flying sword inside.

It was like a black hole, and all the surrounding spiritual energy was sucked into it.

Not only that, the light around it is bent to form a ring and is constantly swallowed by it.

After just one look, Chen Xuan felt a trance.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

The powerful gravity of the black flying sword is even pulled up and twisted by it, and the flow rate is slowed down.

"Raise time!"

Chen Xuan was secretly shocked.

Although the effect is limited to the three-foot range of the black flying sword, it has the power to distort space and slow down time.

"Good sword!"

Chen Xuan couldn't help but praise him sincerely.

The grade of this dark attribute flying sword magic weapon exceeded his expectations.

"Fellow Daoist is a cognitive person! This is called the Dark Star Sword, which is refined from the essence of meteorites outside the sky."

"How much spiritual stone?"

"No bargaining for 500,000 spirit stones!"

"good!"

This price is not expensive, but too cheap.

Chen Xuan estimated that the normal market price is at least one million spirit stones.

This is much more precious than the Thunder Sword, Ice Sword, and Wind Sword.

It is more powerful than the light-attribute flying sword.

Chen Xuan did not hesitate, took out the spirit stone and quickly took it down.

Chen Xuan put away the Dark Star Sword and was suddenly stunned.

There was also a tracking mark on the hilt of the Dark Star Sword, and there were three.

They belong to spiritual cultivation, demon cultivation, and demon cultivation respectively.

"So this is the treasure of their ghost city!"

Chen Xuan smiled.

He didn't say it out loud, and turned around and left immediately.

His spiritual consciousness is far superior to that of a cultivator of the same level, and is comparable to that of a real person in the Golden Pill.

It is simply difficult for ordinary late-stage monks to detect it.

At this time, Chen Xuan could sense that several spiritual senses repeatedly peeked at him, as if he wanted to find out his strength.

Chen Xuan remained silent and secretly evaluated the strength of these masters of the divine consciousness in his heart.

All are the strength of Jiedan Zhenren.

However, one evil spirit soars into the sky, and the other evil spirit is everywhere.

As time goes by, it is getting dawn, and the opening time of the ghost market is about to end, and both customers and vendors are leaving one after another.

Chen Xuan walked out of the ghost market calmly without any speed.

Visiting the ghost market at night, you will get a lot of harvest.

He is worthy of being a person who has the power of heavenly eyes and can see through everything!

Not long after Chen Xuan walked out of the ghost market, he came to an ancient tree in a barren mountain and ridge, sat down and waited quietly.

really.

After dozens of breaths, more than a dozen masked monks came from three directions, forming a triangle to form a surround him.

The strong man in the middle was wearing a jackal mask and had a perfect state of foundation building.

"My fellow Taoists, what advice do you have?"

Chen Xuan glanced around with his spiritual sense, and a glimmer flashed in his eyes.

More than a dozen people are not weak in strength, and they are all in the foundation-building realm of cultivation.

Many of them are magic cultivators.

"Tell you the truth, return our authenticity and spare your life."

After the genuine item was bought, he had evil thoughts.

Chen Xuan nodded and said, "So that's it! Didn't they say that once you buy something, you can't regret it?"

"That's the rule of the ghost market! This is outside the ghost market!"

The man with the jackal mask said coldly.

"Get lost! I'm in a good mood today and don't want to start a killing spree!"

Chen Xuan shouted.

"Good boy!"

"So arrogant!"

"Boss Wolf, don't talk nonsense with him, kill him!"

Everyone made a noise.

But no one came forward.

These monks who were mixed in the grass were all cunning and shrewd.

Seeing Chen Xuan so calm and composed, they were afraid and didn't dare to come forward easily.

At this time, the monk with the jackal mask was fueled by everyone and couldn't move forward or backward.

He sacrificed a magic weapon of the hundred-refined sword, which was shining with cold light, and the coldness lowered the temperature of the surrounding ten feet.

"Daoyou, return my real thing. We'll leave it at that!"

"Stubborn!"

Chen Xuan sighed, a gleam in his eyes.

It was as if a cold wind was blowing past.

"Could it be that you still want to fight? You don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is..."

The monk with the wolf mask sensed Chen Xuan's killing intention and snorted coldly. He was prepared and was about to use the magic weapon of Bailian Sword, but his pupils suddenly contracted, as if he saw the most unbelievable thing in the world.

Chen Xuan stood there, seemingly not moving.

In fact, in a very short half breath, Chen Xuan had already raised the Golden Sword, swung it gently, and drew a golden arc, which flashed away.

"What a fast flying sword!"

The monk with the wolf mask was shocked, but fortunately he had been prepared, and the Bailian Sword had already been raised to block Chen Xuan's Golden Sword.

However.

With a "ding" sound.

The top-grade magic weapon, the Bailian Sword, which he was always proud of, was like tofu, and was easily broken into two pieces by Chen Xuan's Jin Gang Sword.

The Jin Gang Sword still had its remaining power.

"Puff!"

The monk with the jackal mask threw down half of the Bailian Sword, and covered his neck tightly with both hands, but still couldn't stop the blood from rolling out.

With his eyes wide open in disbelief, his head suddenly fell forward and hit a pile of yellow leaves.

The headless body stiffened for a few breaths in place, then fell backwards, and the blood at the broken neck gushed out like a spring, dyeing a large area of ​​wasteland red.

"How is it possible?"

Just one sword.

Without even seeing Chen Xuan's sword power clearly, the headless body of the monk with the jackal mask collapsed on the ground.

The rest of the people, after looking at the body of the monk with the jackal mask, couldn't help but step back a few steps and took a few breaths of cold air.

These people often do robbery and murder in the ghost market, and they know each other well.

The monk with the jackal mask is a perfect foundation-building monk. He is the strongest among them and has always been the leader.

Chen Xuan has no intention of holding back.

The golden sword is like a golden rainbow, leaving a trail of afterimages.

More than a dozen masked foundation-building monks, whether spiritual or demonic, are killed by one sword no matter how they resist and dodge.

The simple flying sword shoots without any skills, but fully demonstrates the speed and power of the flying sword.

"No..."

Many people just said one word, and it was as if their throats were strangled and they could no longer make a sound.

It's not that they don't want to dodge, but Chen Xuan's flying sword is too fast, so fast that they can't react at all.

After just a few breaths, more than a dozen ghost market monks, blood spurted from their necks, and each fell to the desolate muddy ground, and the bright red blood soaked the nameless grass on the ground.