Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Seeing the black sand rolling in front of him, Fang Qingyuan touched Jin Bao's round head, feeling speechless under the cloak.

A month ago, Fang Qingyuan followed the guidance of the foundation-building opportunity in his heart and walked all the way west. Unexpectedly, after going around in circles, he came to this black sand city.

It is strange to say that Fang Qingyuan has only been to the Death Sand Sea once or twice, but he has experienced the biggest crisis in the past twenty years. He single-handedly killed two monks who were in the late stage of Qi training. Although the process is not Thrilling, but also exciting.

However, why did this opportunity to build the foundation end up here?

The foundation-building opportunity in this world is not created out of thin air. According to Fang Qingyuan's understanding, this foundation-building opportunity is a super shortcut created by people's subconscious mind, mixed with a little opportunity from heaven and earth, and the monk wants to be If you want to take this path, you have to take some risks.

Usually monks who look for opportunities to build foundations do so alone. This is not because they don't want to find outside help, but past examples show that the more external forces interfere, the more it will deviate from the true purpose.

Fang Qingyuan's opportunity to build the foundation led him here, but after entering Black Wind City, the opportunity to build the foundation disappeared, and Fang Qingyuan had to realize his feelings by himself.

Without the guidance of the spiritual light in his heart, Fang Qingyuan was not impatient. Seeing that he would not be able to leave for a while, he took Jin Bao and entered the Black Wind City.

Black Wind City is still as dilapidated as before. Thanks to the endless black sand storms, the formations surrounding the city were somewhat blocked and slow many years ago. I don't know what went wrong. Several holes were broken in some places, causing less than half of the buildings in the city to be filled with gravel.

The sect that manages this city has been in financial distress over the years, and this formation has not been repaired for a long time. It is even rumored that the managers of Black Sand City want to abandon this city and move to other places because they cannot make ends meet.

These rumors do not affect Fang Qingyuan's living situation. With the spirit stone in his hand, he can enjoy the best hospitality wherever he goes.

Fang Qingyuan found a hotel in the city to stay in. He asked for an upper room. Although it was said to be an upper room, it was not as good as the lower room in Yuanlingfang City. Just this one cost fifty souls a month. stone.

Of course, the cost of dozens of spirit stones has long been ignored by Fang Qingyuan. There are nearly two million spirit stones piled up in his Immortal Mansion at the moment. If the local Jindan monks knew about it, they would probably I couldn't help but come up and grab a handful.

After finding a place to stay, Fang Qingyuan stayed behind closed doors and stayed in the room with Jin Bao, quietly observing the situation here.

Although Fang Qingyuan had been here in Black Wind City once or twice, he was just an individual business traveler at that time. He only exchanged the goods and ignored the rest.

But now it's different from the past. Fang Qingyuan feels that he will live here for a year and a half. If things don't go well, two or three years are also possible.

She Xuanyan of the She family also went out to look for opportunities to build his own foundation for two years, but he still hasn't returned. It also took Jiang Kui a year to complete his own foundation building.

As long as he can achieve foundation building, three to five years will be completely worth it. The only thing that worries Fang Qingyuan is whether something will go wrong if Yuanling Mountain is away from him.

But it is useless for Fang Qingyuan to worry now. Compared with building a foundation, even if something happens to Yuanling Mountain, it will have to be dealt with later. Nothing is more important than building a foundation right now.

Since he had made up his mind to stay here permanently, he must know something about the situation here, so after being bored in the hotel for seven or eight days, Fang Qingyuan walked out of the room and took Jinbao around to explore for information.

The territory of Black Sand City is not large. Because of the Black Sand Storm, the sky above Black Sand City is always covered with clouds. There are very few mortals here. Because part of the formation was damaged, some gravel seeped in from the cracks. Like black hail, carrying the force of gold penetrating through stone, it wiped out the houses in the area below. In this case, anyone who was not a monk would die if they encountered it.

It was also the first time that Fang Qingyuan saw that among the pedestrians on the road, the proportion of monks was higher than that of ordinary people.

On the way, everyone was dressed very similarly. They were all wearing long robes and bamboo hats, covering their whole bodies, not even their eyebrows were exposed. Fang Qingyuan also gave Jinbao a make-up, and he just followed the Romans. Of course, the more practical reason is that Jinbao's eyes were always blurred. If you are attracted by the wind and sand, wearing a bamboo hat can prevent the wind and sand from entering the eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose.

Wearing the bamboo hat, Jin Bao also walked straight. Although it was a little unnaturally swaying, when others saw it, without scanning it with their spiritual consciousness, they would never have imagined that under the bamboo hat, it turned out to be a Tai Chi bear beast.

After coming out of the hotel, Fang Qingyuan walked through several dilapidated streets and then came to South Street. This is the market for casual cultivators. All kinds of people are here. Fang Qingyuan came here because he wanted to find a broker.

The best way to understand local information is to spend some spiritual stones to hire people to serve you. Being a broker requires credibility. Although Fang Qingyuan is a foreigner, these brokers have no special reasons and are determined not to ruin their own brands. It deserves a little more trust from Fang Qingyuan. Anyway, he just wants to find out some information.

Not long after entering South Street, Fang Qingyuan stared at a little girl with a kind face. The little girl was talking to a monk just now, but after a moment, she sat slumped on the steps, looking depressed. She should be No agreement was reached.

Compared with other old people who are full of bad ideas, Fang Qingyuan prefers this kind of newcomer, who is still young and pure. When dealing with people, he is more worry-free. Although his business ability is not good, his requirements are not high.

So Fang Qingyuan made a gesture to Jinbao, and one man and one beast walked toward the little girl.

Seeing Fang Qingyuan coming over, the little girl quickly stood up from the steps and smiled at Fang Qingyuan.

"Are you a fang?"

Fang Qingyuan looked at the little girl in front of him with a little doubt. No wonder they didn't reach an agreement just now because the little girl looked too young.

"I am indeed from Ya, and my name is Wu Mi. Senior, you can ask me anything. I grew up in this city since I was a child. I know a little bit about everything here, and the fees are not high. If senior is not satisfied, don't pay. Any spirit stone will do."

Wu Mi has a typical baby face, fair complexion, and a long braid tied behind his back. He looks more capable. When the other party Qingyuan said this, his face was full of eagerness and sincerity. He looked about fifteen or sixteen. At this age, although he is a Qi training monk, he only has the third level of Qi training.

Perhaps because of the failed business deal just now, Wu Mi was very interested in Fang Qingyuan. In order to get Fang Qingyuan to agree to hire her, she said she would not accept payment if she was not satisfied.

"Okay, it's up to you. You clean up, this is not a place for talking."

After Fang Qingyuan said these words, he took Jinbao and walked out of the street. Wu Mi looked at Fang Qingyuan's back, his face was first happy and then worried, and finally bit his lip for a few breaths before following Fang Qingyuan's footsteps.

Fang Qingyuan saw this scene with his spiritual consciousness and felt a little more relieved about the little girl. He was also afraid that Wu Mi was a scheming old fox who deliberately pretended to be a newbie to deceive him. Although this situation is rare, it is also possible. It's not that it hasn't happened before.

After all, in the world of spiritual practice, weird things can happen.

Fang Qingyuan walked out of South Street and did not take Wu Mi back to his hotel. Don't really scare the little girl away. Fang Qingyuan found a teahouse on the roadside, asked for a private room, and then motioned to Wu Mi at the door to come in. .

Seeing that they were talking in the teahouse, Wu Mi breathed a sigh of relief. She followed Fang Qingyuan obediently. When the spiritual tea came up, she looked at the tea and felt a little surprised.

This time I really met a master who was not short of money. I wanted the best Qingyun Linghao in a casual place to drink tea and talk. But this cup of tea was probably higher than my commission.

After Fang Qingyuan drank the best Qingyun Linghao in the store, he frowned slightly. He only took two sips and then put it down.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to simplicity. Fang Qingyuan is used to drinking the middle-grade Xuanjie Mingxin Qingling tea, but the yellow top-grade Qingyun Linghao tea in front of him is not to his taste.

"I first arrived here, and I want to ask about the situation in Heisha City. Miss Wu, tell me, who is in charge of this Heisha City, and which family cannot be offended?"

Fang Qingyuan's voice was clear, his words were gentle, and his questions were quite satisfactory. After all, monks who wanted to settle down in Black Sand City must know this information.

Wu Mi was obviously no stranger to these issues. She quickly put down the cup in her hand and said sternly to Fang Qingyuan:

"There is no family in Black Sand City that can completely make the decision. Even the original owner of this place, Fengximen, moved most of the disciples and disciples to the realm thousands of miles away because of the harsh environment here, leaving only A monk in the late stage of foundation building became the nominal city lord, managing the city and collecting deed taxes.

Apart from Fengximen, there are still two forces in the city competing for control of the future of the city. One is the Fu Gua Alliance that occupies the southern boundary of the city. The leader is Chu He who is in the late stage of foundation building. Not fine. '

The other force is entrenched in Dazhuotangkou in Beicheng. It is a branch of another big force. Although its power is weaker than that of the Gua Fu Alliance, the Fu Gua Alliance does not dare to intimidate too hard. The two families are in Heifeng. They have coexisted in the city for many years, and they maintain a tacit understanding. "

After Fang Qingyuan heard the news, he gently clasped his fingers on the table and began to meditate. It was strange that there were no golden elixir monks in the huge Black Wind City.

However, given that Feng Ximen, who previously possessed the Jindan combat power, couldn't bear it and moved away, naturally the other Jindan monks would also look down on this side.

There are only two foundation-building forces left to compete for these scraps, but this is also a good thing for themselves. Without the Golden Core cultivators, no matter how chaotic the situation here is, there will be no trouble.

It's just my opportunity to build a foundation, where should I find it?

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan looked at Wu Mi, who was drinking the spirit tea happily, her eyes narrowed with happiness, and asked:

"Then do you know where the black market here is?"

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I'll try my best to update twice in the future. It takes about seven or eight chapters to build a foundation. It's a small plot. Is it considered a dungeon?