Chapter 37: Fat, your face is not swollen?

Ghost City is located in a hidden valley between the three main sects of Yunwuzong, Xuan Dingmen and Wuyimen.
At noon, Ye Chuan and the fat man Zhao Dazhi waded through the mountains and came to the valley. The two disguised themselves, and the big fights on their heads covered the five senses. There are many practitioners coming and going, most of them are similar costumes, no one wants to easily reveal their identity, only some powerful elite disciples or scattered repairs are unscrupulous.
When I arrived at the valley, I have not yet reached the real ghost market. Going down the dark stone ladder and going deep into the ground for nearly a hundred meters, a special market appeared in front of Yechuan.
The stone ladder entrance looks plain and unpretentious. It is a natural cave, but there is a hole in it.
The entire market is a criss-crossed underground passage, and with the formation of large and small grottoes, people sell and trade various commodities in the grottoes. Even in the cool summer, the winds in the market seemed to be in a huge underground grave, and the light was dark.
Looking up, there seems to be a lot of ghosts in the darkness, and there are scorpions or crickets crawling from time to time, and a little timid to walk a few steps. The stall owners in the grottoes are also scary. Most of them are cold-blooded people who come to the door and ignore them. Some even ghosts are obviously a big devil.
"Masters are careful, don't stare at a person who keeps watching. The ghost market is a mixed bag. It has always been a favorite place for many desperados and big devils. Even if we are three sects, some people can't easily offend."
The fat man pressed the big fight on the ram, knowing that Ye Chuan had never been to such a place, and whispered, "If you look at something, you don't have to open the master. You secretly glance at me, the other ones are all handed over. Just give it to me. My brother is not very good at repairing, and the bargaining is the best."
"Fat, go up the mountain to join the cloud, what are you doing?" Ye Chuan asked.
"At home, I sold rice in many places in the Daqin Dynasty. I used to sell rice to my father when I was a child. Master, I have the opportunity to go down to my house in the future. Nothing else, Mido is. Hehe... Master, I am not saying that you can eat, I mean..." The fat man suddenly stopped and noticed that he had lost his words. It’s not that people can eat, and that others are diners?
"Go."
Ye Chuan smiled and walked past a grotto, and the fat man followed him. Originally, he brought Ye Chuan to open his eyes, but now it has become Ye Chuan's follow-up.
A quick glance, how about the items sold in the grotto, Ye Chuan probably knows what to expect, do not have to go in and see more. There are also many treasures and medicinal herbs in the ghost city. Unfortunately, there are few and few things that make him look good. After turning around a corner, a huge grotto appeared in front of you, and all the inside and outside were covered with spar, and a golden flying sword was engraved on the door.
"That is our cloud sect in the ghost city's base camp. There are big masters sitting in the town, responsible for selling the medicinal products of Zongmen refining, protecting the safety of Zongmen disciples in the ghost city, and also the defending power of the ghost city. Xuan Dingmen and Wuyi The door, here also has their base camp, the three major sects together to maintain the order of the ghost city, so that some of the big devils will not be too arrogant." Fat Zhao Dazhi walked a few steps, whispered in Ye Chuan's ear.
"That day, which master is our master's seat here?" Ye Chuan's eye, quickly found a familiar figure in the grotto, Zhu Sijia dressed in a red dress sitting in the grotto, holding what treasure is being appreciated .
"Jia Jia Shi Jie and a Zong Men's Law." The fat man replied and asked: "Master, do we want to go in and say hello?"
"No, let's go."
Ye Chuan shook his head and hurried past the grotto. In addition to the fat man who is around, he doesn't want more people to know his whereabouts. He wants to sing Zhu Sijia's sultry and arrogant Nizi. There are many opportunities.
Going forward, Ye Chuan found a very interesting gadget in a grotto.
This is a small, small and exquisite, sculpt on the body, superimposed on the unknown array, the body can be opened by spiritual power. It looks small and exquisite, but its power is not small. One arrow shoots out, and a three-inch thick iron plate can be worn. This kind of power is only afraid that the monks and heavy practitioners are difficult to stop, especially the close-range sneak attack is definitely a fierce killer.
Ye Chuan picked up the little cockroach and observed it carefully. He repeatedly tried to enter the body and tried it.
After the refining of Ye Chuan's gift of the marrow, the fat man made a wish to break through to the monk, and became an inner disciple. He was just around the corner, and he was full of enthusiasm. He was grateful to Ye Chuan, a generous master. Seeing Ye Chuan seems to be a little bit eager to let go, knowing that the opportunity for performance has come, and the money has a rough bag of silver. "This predecessor, this little sister, I want it, how much is my own."
"Silver two or three thousand, you are not enough."
The old man sitting in the grotto looked up and took a look at the fat man.
The face of the fat man Zhao Dazhi is suddenly red.
Not long ago, I uttered rants, saying nothing else, silver is more than two. Finally, I have an opportunity to express my performance. I want to be as bold as possible. Who knows, I will be beaten immediately.
"Let's go." Ye Chuan put down his little sister and turned and left. This guy, fat guy, does not seem to have more money at home than to bargain, and is good at bragging.
"Master, wait a minute!"
The fat man catches up, some twisted and pinched, "Master, don't go, silver is not enough, you can think of a way, Miss Jia Jia is not here. You wait for a while, I will borrow from her, she must have, silver two Absolutely more."
"Forget it, Jiajia that silver is more than two is sold by Zongmen for sale. You think, can you take it casually?" Ye Chuan shook his head.
The fat silver is not enough, and the skin is thick enough. "I am not afraid. I will take it first, and I will pursue it anyway. There is Miss Jia Jia."
"No, fat, really don't need to. Don't be embarrassed, it's just a gadget, I just take a look. The unnamed law matrix superimposed on it is quite interesting, but the incompleteness is incomplete, the strength is just fierce and flexible. Looks like power. Not bad, but in the actual combat, no more than three consecutive use, absolutely broken, can not be used." Ye Chuan strode away.
Behind him, the fat man heard nothing. The old man who was sitting in the grotto was suddenly surprised. Huo Ran looked up. "Hey, how did that person know? The sound is not very old, and it is also a common monk." The situation has not arrived yet, how is it possible? Masters... Which door sent a such outstanding Zongmen disciple, Xuan Dingmen is still a five-door?"
The old man who has been in the ghost city for many years has a strange look.
He had sold the little cockroaches in the ghost market for a whole ten years. The people who couldn’t stand it were, and there was a lot of people who liked it. The price was high and it was not sold. At first glance, the shortcomings of this small flaw are only one of Ye Chuan in ten years!
The old man chased out, to see what Ye Chuan is from, but unfortunately, one step later, I did not see the trace of Ye Chuan, muttering to himself, inferring whether Ye Chuan is Xuanting Gate or Wuyimen.
The ghost city is secret and remote. Most of the Zongmen disciples here are Yunzi Zong, Xuan Dingmen and Wuyimen. Over the years, the Yunzi Zongda disciple is notoriously mediocre, and the old man does not think about the cloud.