"You guys are confused, but I can't understand these words."

The stall owner of the small stall where Sun Qian and others were located was a wandering cultivator who looked not old. His right arm was cut off, but his face was still kind. Looking at the extremely mysterious three people in front of him, the voice continued to sound:

"However, in the era when Xiaoyao Sanren lived, he was indeed the god of our wandering cultivators. Although every time, there will be some people who have achieved success in the wandering cultivators because of opportunities, at most they are only masters in the realm of birth and death, and they will be immediately recruited by some so-called major forces."

As soon as the stall owner and vendor said this, Song Xinhao, who was wearing a black robe, became interested in it, and then asked:

"According to what fellow Taoist said, could this Xiaoyao Sanren have practiced to the upper realm of the land gods and immortals?"

"That's natural, maybe more than that. It is said that Xiaoyao Sanren's cultivation level has even reached the realm of heaven, and his beautiful face has attracted the pursuit of countless great practitioners in the entire Taixuan Land.

"What's even more legendary is that she only revealed her true face once in Xiaoyao City in her life. At that time, countless yellow sand that was rampant in Liusha County was all scattered under the former's perfect peerless face, and was directly suspended in the air and no longer flowed. The wood carvings in your hand were carved by the people they saw at that time and have been passed down to this day."

After saying that, perhaps in order to better sell his items, the casual cultivator immediately continued to speak up:

"Your Excellency, I don't know that this wood carving of Xiaoyao Sanren has been passed down from ancestors and is out of print. You can't even find another one in the entire city. If you miss this village, you won't have this store."

Before the casual cultivator could finish his voice, Sun Qian in front of him had already put down the wood carving and took the two behind him to move outwards. This made the former look anxious suddenly, and he raised his hand and shouted:

"Hey, fellow Taoist, don't leave. I'll sell it at a cheap price. How much does it cost? Can you just pay a price?"

However, letting the call of this broken-armed monk, Sun Qian, the three of them, who had crossed the entire Beihai County from Shenxian City along the coast of the North Sea, and descended south to Xiaoyao City, continued to move forward along the street without looking back.

"Sun Sicheng, based on the few words of the stall owner and the casual cultivator just now, it can be seen that among the casual cultivators in the entire Xiaoyao City, the Xiaoyao Sanren has a great prestige, and even until now, these people are still making trouble for him."

After a few breaths, the three of them turned into another street, and then Song Xinhao's young voice sounded. At this time, the street where the few people were located was full of small vendors who had just stopped, lined up along both sides.

It is worth mentioning that in front of these vendors, there are many wood carvings like the same as the ones just now, arranged in densely, and there are so many that they cannot count.

This situation made Song Xinhao, who was under the hood, show a strong strange look, and then he continued to open his mouth and speak:

"Good guy, there are too many Xiaoyao Sanren wood carvings passed down from ancestors, right?"

"According to Your Majesty's words, the so-called economy is just a business, but Xiaoyao City is surrounded by yellow sand wasteland, and there are only a few things that can be bought and sold. The chief of the wood carving business probably took advantage of the opportunity of the North Sea and a large number of southern monks poured in."

After the response of Sun Qian, the head of the Honglu Temple of Daxia, fell, he raised his head, looked around in front of him, and then spoke:

"But you are right. The status of this Xiaoyao Sanren in the minds of the cultivators is indeed extraordinary. Moreover, I have a vague premonition that the person behind Xiaoyao City Ruins may have some relationship with the legendary Xiaoyao Sanren."

After Sun Qian finished speaking, the iron pillar, who was particularly tall but silent by his side, suddenly spoke, and a thick voice sounded:

"There was no special powerful aura of a great monk in Xiaoyao City, but there is one thing worth noting, that is the barrier outside the Xiaoyao City Ruins around us."

After speaking, the iron pillar stretched out his right hand and pointed to the outskirts of the city ruins. The misty star barrier separated from the yellow sand and wind continued to sound in everyone's ears:

"This barrier contains extremely powerful original power, and there is even a faint will. This will is very hidden, but the core of the law is extremely high."

As soon as the iron pillar's thick voice came out, Sun Qian and Song Xinhao looked at each other, and they all saw a little shock in each other's eyes.

Then, Sun Qian, who had half of his teeth, showed a strong look of interest in his black eyes, and he spoke directly:

"If there are still some unknown secrets hidden in Xiaoyao City, it will become more and more interesting!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar figure appeared directly at the end of the street corner. It was the old cultivator who had left hurriedly before. Then the old cultivator trotted all the way to Sun Qian and the other two, bent down and bowed deeply, and the old voice came out:

"Three priests, my master has read the notes you wrote before and wants to invite you to have a cup of tea, and please come with me."

After saying that, the old cultivator took the lead in leading the way, and without realizing it, his walking body bent lower and the continued sound became more and more respectful:

"My master runs a restaurant in this city, and his small business may not be able to get to the eyes of those big guys."

"If you can see it before you know whether you can get into my eyes."

There was still no too much emotion in the voice of Sun Qian speaking. Then he paused for a moment and suddenly continued to ask:

"I want to know that the surrounding mystery barrier is also related to the master behind you, right?"

After this inquiry sounded, the old cultivator in front of him fell into silence for a while. After a long time, he seemed to have thought of something and nodded directly:

"Your Excellency is really good at seeing. Your master's family is in trouble. Now he can rely on this barrier to gain a foothold in this Xiaoyao City. In fact, in Xiaoyao City, the existence of sandstorms that cover the sky and the sun makes this barrier that protects the city is particularly important. Once something goes wrong, it will be a catastrophe for the entire gathering place of wandering cultivators."

"The second question, what is the relationship between this barrier and the master behind you and the former Xiaoyao Sanren?"

Perhaps he had already planned to give up. Faced with the second problem that followed Sun Qian, the old cultivator did not hesitate too much and directly explained:

"That direct descendant of Xiaoyao Sanren in this city is my master."

"So that's it, then everything can be said. In this way, it saves us a lot of effort and time."

The sound from Sun Qian's hood contained a hint of excitement, and then his steps forward paused slightly, and a sound that seemed to be a bolt from the blue in front of him was heard:

"Actually, I like to communicate with smart people because time is extremely important to me.

"Since the master behind you is so sincere, we must also express it. You are so tragically forced by those sects stranded in Xiaoyao City, then what should we do if we kill them first?"
Chapter completed!