In addition to Zhao Yu, there were other people in the carriage. They were sharp-eyed. When the little monk lifted the curtain, he happened to see the old monk closing his eyes to rest.

Although the old monk looked ordinary and like an ordinary monk, they did not dare to think so at all.

As the coachman, a man who is a Saint Warrior, and a young master who is much stronger than them, can he sit with him together?

"This is what our young master rewards you."

Just as the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, a bag appeared in the hands of the guard who had spoken before.

Inside... are a total of six Yuan crystals.

This is equivalent to their monthly salary for two months. The two of them were stunned for a moment and hurriedly bowed to the carriage that was almost nowhere to be seen, "Thank you for the reward."

The reason they rejected Yang Xiao’s Yuanjing before was not because they disliked too few Yuanjing. In fact, they only had three Yuanjing pieces a month, so how could they dislike little?

The reason why they refused was because Zhao Yu's request was too simple, it was just a simple task. Moreover, Xiaoyuan also had Xiaoyuan's rules, so they dared not take advantage of others randomly.

But now it is different. Zhao Yu only gave the reward after taking the flowers, so even the superiors would not pursue them in this regard.

In the fallen flower garden, a satisfied smile appeared on the face of the old man.

He was very satisfied with the actions of the two guards of Luohua Xiaoyuan, and Zhao Yu's approach also made him very satisfied.

Whether it is Luohua Xiaoyuan's guard or Zhao Yu, this way is to give him face.

"Little guy, Kun will be left to you to deal with it next." Tie Laogui sighed lightly, closed his eyes and continued to heal his wounds.

The self-destruction of the third-level Saint Warrior was too terrifying. Even if he had already left the battlefield early, he was still affected.

These are still what they think are threatening, and how many of them are not threatening? Even the old ghost can’t say this.

The things involved in the birth of the Bajue Sect are too many and too extensive. Even if the seven ghosts are pressing on the surface, they still cannot stop those who have ill-hearted behavior from taking action.

In the carriage, Zhao Yu looked at the direction of Luohua Xiaoyuan with some surprise. Just now, he seemed to feel a familiar aura, but it just flashed away, so Zhao Yu couldn't say who it was.

But it's certainly someone he knows.

But among the people he knew, except Yang Xiao, if others deliberately hide their own breath, he would not be able to notice it at all.

Although his spiritual consciousness is terrifying, it is not omnipotent. With his current strength, his strength exceeds the third level of the Saint Fighting Warrior, he cannot detect it.

But this is actually a very terrifying thing, because Zhao Yu's spiritual sense is a completely greater level than others.

When the sun sets in the west, Zhao Yu and others finally arrived at a market.

It is more appropriate to describe it as a market, but it is actually a small town.

But this is not a small town for ordinary people, nor is it a place that ordinary tourists can know or enter.

Mingyuan Market.

Here, only what warriors need is provided, and only warriors are eligible to enter here.

There are many gods and immortals on the mountain, and there are few soldiers at the foot of the mountain.

This is a clear portrayal of Mingyuan Market.

Who can think of Zhao Yu like this when he goes out, and meets a person walking in the clouds as soon as he goes out?

This has its benefits and disadvantages.

The advantage is that although Zhao Yu cannot say that he already knows how big the sky is, and although he is still in the realm of a frog in the well, he will at least not think that the world is like the beginning.

The disadvantage is... When I see these people who take action to move mountains and fill the sea, I always feel in my heart that a peddler or a peddler is a master.

However, judging from the current situation, it is not a bad thing, and it will not make Zhao Yu look down on his illusion.

There are too many capable people in this continent, at least for Zhao Yu.

Not to mention anything else, a third level of Saint Warrior is enough for Zhao Yu to lose his life, let alone the wise realm of a wise man above Saint Warrior, and there is also a powerful person.

Those are all unattainable gods and immortals, like the Ghost Emperor. Although they have met twice in person, they know that Zhao Yu still cannot remember the Ghost Emperor's appearance now.

On the street, the little monk Yichan followed Zhao Yu, his big eyes rolling around. He felt very fresh about everything. After all, this was his first real trip to the mountain.

I heard those senior brothers say how wonderful the outside world is, so he was already very eager. After finally going down the mountain, he naturally had to enjoy it and see it enough.

Zhao Yu was bored and wandering around. In fact, he didn't know much about this world. As he walked, he felt that his knowledge was shallow, and the more he walked, he felt that he was just a frog in a well.

Therefore, he will seize any opportunity that can enrich himself, at least he will not regret this trip.

"Cannot haws, candied haws." The little monk Yichan suddenly had his eyes brightened. He had eaten candied haws once when he grew up so big. It was brought to him by his elder brother when he went down the mountain. From then on, he was thinking about eating candied haws.

It’s just a pity that... since his master brought him out until now, he hasn’t been able to see anyone selling candied haws, and he has been sad for a long time.

Unexpectedly, I saw it at Mingyuan Market.

"Want?" Zhao Yu blinked and chuckled.

"Um."

"Then don't call me Donor Zhao in the future, call me Brother Zhao, how about it?" Zhao Yu smiled and touched the little head of the little monk Yichan and smiled.

"Will the master scold me?" The little monk Yichan was stunned and asked with some concern.

"I asked you to call me. Why would your master scold you?" Zhao Yu's smile became stronger and stronger. He liked the scheming appearance of the little monk.

"Is that true? Then I want two strings."

"Okay, I'll buy you three strings." Zhao Yu clapped his hands and walked towards the vendor who bought candied haws with the little monk Yichan, while Yang Xiao frowned and followed behind them.

Mingyuan Market is not a place where ordinary vendors can come in, but now there is a vendor selling candied haws on the street. Is this normal?

At least in Yang Xiao's opinion, it is very abnormal.

But Yang Xiao couldn't say what was wrong.

Therefore, he could only follow Zhao Yu with a cautious look on his face.

To be honest and polite, Zhao Yu would have to die much more than Zhao Yu imagined.

Not only those first-class forces who are afraid of the liquidation of the Bajue Sect, but also those first-class forces.
Chapter completed!