These thirteen people are naturally the true lords of the souls that come to the door.

Thirteen of them walked to the areas of their respective sects and scanned the surviving monks.

After these Yuanshen Zhenjun discovered the situation of their respective sects, they had different expressions, either sighed, nodded with satisfaction, or looked ugly,

Looking at the expressions of these true lords, Mo Bei could know the situation of that sect in the secret realm.

Of course, the true king with the most wonderful expression is the Qiankun Demon Sect.

After seeing him searching left and right, but not seeing the person he was thinking about, his expression suddenly became extremely complicated.

From the initial surprise to doubt, to the final anger, there was also a hint of doubt.

This true king of the Yuanshen actually left angrily.

With a sneer in his heart, Mo Bei set his eyes ahead.

Sweeping through Mo Bei and the others one by one, the ancestor Tianwei murmured: "There are still five golden elixirs left, four foundation building, and..."

"Seven Qi training disciples, yes, not bad, not bad!" Master Tianwei was surprised, and then looked very satisfied.

"Okay, since the secret realm has been resolved, the next thing is the Daqing of the Sword Alliance. It should be possible to catch up soon in seven days."

As he whispered, Master Tianwei stretched out his hand and suddenly gushed out light, wrapping Mo Bei and his group.

Suddenly, Mo Bei and the others appeared again in the Dimensional Cave of Master Tianwei.

The strong wind swelled, and the body of the ancestor Tianwei trembled, turning into a rainbow light, disappearing into the sky.

Next, the other true lords also left here with cultivators from their respective sects.

Two days later, the ancestor Tianwei finally brought Mo Bei and the others back to the golden-winged bird of the Great Phang.

Because of the advice of the ancestor Tianwei, monks who participated in this operation, including Mo Bei, had to pretend that nothing had happened.

After these days of flight, the Golden-winged Bird of the Great Pluto and the others finally arrived in the depths of Wenqu area.

The golden-winged bird of the great republic crossed countless cities, peaks, and oceans. Finally, in this day, it came to the sphere of influence of the Huangting Sword Sect.

Everyone's eyes looked down at the front.

I saw mountains in front of me. The end was endless and dense.

Among them, there are also tall castles that are blue-white and are extremely tall. Even though Mo Bei and the others are at a high altitude, they can feel the majestic aura.

"There is the Huangting Sword Sect there!" Master Tianwei, who was standing in front of everyone, suddenly spoke.

Finally arrived at the Huangting Sword Sect!

Everyone showed more or less excitement, and a little excited about the foundation-building true cultivator, but also had a hint of nervousness.

"Huangting Sword Sect!" Looking at the mountain getting closer and closer, Mo Bei's eyes were filled with sharpness and a different meaning.

"Go down!"

A soft cry came out, and the voice of the ancestor Tianwei fell, and the golden-winged bird of the great roc swept down and headed towards the mountain gate of the Huangting Sword Sect.

After only a moment, the golden-winged bird of the great republic came to one of the mountains.

In front of this mountain, a stone pillar that reaches the sky stands, with four large characters carved on it - Huangting Sword Sect!

Without the words of the ancestor Tianwei, everyone would take the air and land on the ground.

When the ancestor Tianwei also fell, the golden-winged bird of the great roc suddenly incited its wings and turned into a golden light. It disappeared from everyone's sight.

The golden-winged bird of the Great Pluto flew away shortly after, a monk immediately appeared in front of Mo Bei and the others.

"Welcome to the Huangting Sword Sect's distinguished guests." An old man in the center faced the ancestor Tianwei, smiled and said politely: "Senior Tianwei, please come here!"

"Let's go!" The ancestor Tianwei nodded slightly, then took a step and walked in.

When the ancestor Tianwei walked over, the old man also smiled at the others and said, "Please come in!"

Mo Bei and others, led by the old man and other yellow-robed men, entered the Huangting Sword Sect.

The group walked on a bluestone staircase, looking around in the east and west, curiously looking around.

Mo Bei looked around and found that in addition to the beautiful environment, the spiritual energy here is also extremely rich.

"No wonder the Huangting Sword Sect set up a sect here. It's just an ordinary mountain with such a strong spiritual energy. Those disciples or elders' caves are probably even stronger!" Mo Bei sighed inwardly.

Soon, led by these monks from the Huangting Sword Sect, Mo Bei and the others finally arrived in front of a huge castle.

In front of this castle, there is a huge arch.

"Senior Tianwei, fellow Taoists, there are three days left to start with the Daqing of the Sword Alliance. You will need to stay here for a few days. When the time comes, we will come and invite you." The old man said slowly.

"And here is a rough map of our Huangting Sword Sect. Apart from some places marked with the word "ban", you can enter the rest of the places at will."

As he said that, he took out a stack of thick drawings from the storage bag and distributed them to Mo Bei and others.

"Senior Tianwei and fellow Taoists have worked very hard all the way. You can choose any room in this castle and have some rest first, so I won't disturb you."

He suddenly remembered something and added: "Old Qin Ping, if you have any trouble, you can send some disciples to find me through me."

After saying that, the old man and the men in yellow robe bowed to the ancestor Tianwei, Mo Bei and others, and then said goodbye and left.

After they left, the ancestor Tianwei turned around and looked at Mo Bei and the others, and said, "You will go and choose your own room. You can move freely before Daqing begins."

"yes!"

Everyone nodded, then stepped into the castle to find a better room.

Mo Bei didn't care. He casually found a close room and moved in.

The castle is very large, and even the rooms Mo Bei chose were dozens of feet in size. In addition to some wooden beds, tables, chairs, and benches, there was also a large tripod that was tall for one person.

The sandalwood rose up and filled the entire room, making Mo Bei, who had just entered here, feel a sense of comfort.

After taking a look at the room, Mo Bei took out the map that Qin Ping had handed them before.

When you come to the Huangting Sword Sect, you naturally have to have a good trip and see what special thing they have here.

When you open the map, you will see the peaks and castles, which are marked with the peaks and castles.

Most mountains and castles can be accessed. However, some more important places are marked with the word "forbidden".

"Well, the Huangting Sword Sect is really big. If there were no such map, I'm afraid I would be really dark!"

"Although you can go to most places, these are ordinary places. I think you should take a look at the market here first!"

After murmuring for a few words, Mo Bei's eyes quickly swept across the map, and immediately set in the left corner, a place marked "Huangtingfang Market".

"It's not far from here. Let's go and take a look when you have time!" As he said that, Mo Bei went out of the door and walked towards Huangtingfang Market.

After passing two peaks, Mo Bei finally arrived at the market of Huangting Jian Sect.

As the market of the Huangting Sword Sect, it is naturally very large. It covers a total area of ​​100 miles and is vast and boundless.

Mo Bei walked on a long bluestone street that was dozens of feet wide and unknown how long it was. Looking around, he couldn't help but exclaim.

Here, there are dense buildings, pavilions, palaces, or stone houses, all kinds and shapes.

These buildings are also marked with various names, including Mingyue Pavilion, Huanghe Palace, and boutique houses.

There are many people coming and going, with traffic and bustling, as lively as a market for ordinary people.

Among these people, not only the cultivators of the Huangting Sword Sect, but also the cultivators of the Chongxiao Sword Sect and the Tiandi Sword Sect were among them. Mo Bei even met several familiar disciples of the Taixu Sword Sect.

Obviously, before the Daqing of the Sword Alliance began, these heroes gathered in this market.

"All other sword sects have come here. I believe there will be many rare treasures in this market. Maybe I can find other spiritual objects in the world!" Thinking of this, Mo Bei immediately squeezed into the crowd and walked past the shops one by one.

For a moment, the bargaining sounds were endless, which made Mo Bei really feel the popularity gathered in Daqing of the Sword Alliance.

"My fellow Taoist, do you want a third-level magic weapon?"

"Fellow Taoist, don't leave. Five thousand spirit stones are only five thousand spirit stones. If you want it, this fire cloud jade will be yours."

"Oh, fellow Taoist, you know that I am a small business. If it weren't for my destiny, I would never have sold it so cheaply."

...

Mo Bei was walking on the road, listening to the monks who bargained each other, he couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart.

"You have to think about it. This is a thousand-year dragon-breathing wood, a thousand-year dragon-breathing wood. It's not an ordinary wood. Twenty-five thousand spirit stones are no longer expensive."

Suddenly a sound fell into Mo Bei's ears, which immediately made his eyes condense and his joy appeared.

"The thousand-year dragon-breathing wood!"

“There’s there!”

After scanning around, Mo Bei discovered that in a shop, a bearded boss was discussing with a young monk from Chongxiao Sword Sect.

"Twenty-five thousand, although it is a thousand-year dragon breathing wood, it doesn't have to be so expensive!" the young monk frowned and said, "If it is fifty thousand, I can think about it."

"Fellow Daoist, how can you buy a thousand-year dragon breath wood with 150,000?" The boss smiled bitterly and said, "I can reduce it by 30,000 or 220,000 yuan at most."

The young monk shook his head and said that it was still too expensive and he wanted to reduce the other party a little more.

But the boss never refused to cut the price anymore. In desperation, the young monk had to give up and go to other shops.

Just as the boss sighed and wanted to take back the Thousand-year Dragon Breath Wood, Mo Bei suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you want to sell? I'm here..." The boss smiled and hurriedly introduced to Mo Bei what he sold in his shop.

Mo Bei smiled slightly and said, "I want the thousand-year dragon-breathing wood in your hand." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!