Chapter 1735 Fire Cloud Sect

Fang Yun's anger was extinguished by Zheng Yi's words. She thought what Uncle Zheng said made sense. If she fought with him now, who would save her father? Who will avenge today?

"I will take revenge after I become stronger or find my younger brother!"

Fang Yun thought of this and quickly calmed down.

She glanced bitterly at the Wind Blade Sect disciple across from her, then squatted down with red eyes and stuffed a healing pill into her father Fang Gang's mouth.

"Mom, let's go to Red Maple City!"

Fang Yun whispered to Yang Mei.

Yang Mei was startled and said: "Going to Red Maple City? But your father's injury..."

Fang Yun said: "Dad is seriously injured, and there are many alchemists in Red Maple City. Let's go there to exchange for the elixir to treat dad's wounds."

Hearing this, Yang Mei nodded and said: "Yes! Yes! I heard that there are many powerful people in Hongfeng City, and there are many alchemists. Let's go now! Let's go now!"

At that moment, Yang Mei picked up Fang Gang and prepared to leave with Fang Yun using the spiritual weapon.

Fang Gang, Yang Mei, and Fang Yun's family were just ordinary people in the secular world. Because of Fang Bai, they embarked on the path of martial arts practice and came to this three thousand world.

The worst of their current cultivation levels are at the Nascent Soul realm. They can break rocks with their fists, crack steel with their palms, fly in the air, and their longevity has also increased to a level that is unimaginable to ordinary people. This is something they could not even imagine before. of.

They never had any regrets about Fang Bai introducing them to the path of martial arts cultivation. Instead, they only had infinite yearning and yearning for higher cultivation, stronger strength, and longer life.

For them, the Three Thousand Worlds is a magical and magnificent world, a world where dangers and opportunities coexist. They believe that as long as they are diligent enough, work hard enough, and have some opportunities, their future achievements in martial arts will be promising. Reaching the realm of Thunder Tribulation is even higher.

But now, there are strong foreigners bullying them and trying to expel them from their homeland. They are inferior in skills and unable to resist, so they can only endure this humiliation and swallow this bad breath for the time being.

"Uncle Zheng, a good man won't suffer the immediate consequences, let's get out of here first!"

Fang Yun walked up to Zheng Yi and whispered.

Zheng Yi is not the kind of person who has no scruples when his head is hot. He glanced at the dozens of Wind Blade Sect disciples opposite him and knew that the enemy was strong and we were weak. If he took the lead in resisting, then hundreds of villagers in Zhengjia Village would suffer. , are all likely to perish, so I can only sigh and nod sadly.

"I believe that sooner or later, we will come back!"

Fang Yun clenched her fists tightly, her expression full of determination.

"I believe too!"

Zheng Yi nodded vigorously.

His eyes fell on Fang Gang in Yang Mei's arms. He saw that Fang Gang's face was as pale as paper and his breath was weak. If he was not treated in time, he would die soon. So he made a cruel decision, waved his hand, and shouted to hundreds of Zhengjia Village villagers: "Let's go!"

Zheng Yi is the most powerful warrior in Zhengjia Village. He has served as the village chief for decades. He is highly respected and convincing.

As soon as he said this, hundreds of villagers in Zhengjia Village could only return home, simply pack their things, and leave with him, even if they were reluctant to leave.

Seeing that hundreds of men, women, and children from Zhengjia Village did not dare to resist and left obediently, dozens of disciples from the Wind Blade Sect laughed proudly.

Their laughter reached the ears of Zheng Yi and the others. Zheng Yi's face was twisted, his heart was as sharp as a knife, and his fists were clenched.

A few days later, hundreds of villagers from Zhengjia Village moved to a mountain outside Hongfeng City and built some hastily wooden houses beside a water source to live temporarily.

Zheng Yi, Fang Yun, and Yang Mei entered Red Maple City with Fang Gang, who was severely injured and still unconscious, hoping to find a way to cure Fang Gang's injuries.

Zheng Yi has been to Red Maple City the most and knows where the best alchemists are, so after entering the city, he led Yang Gang and Fang Yun to the Fire Cloud Gate in the north of the city.

Fire Cloud Sect is one of the managers of Red Maple City and the number one alchemy sect in the city, monopolizing more than 80% of the alchemy and trading business in Red Maple City.

The casual alchemy masters in the major martial arts trading markets in Red Maple City account for another 20% of the business.

Zheng Yi knew that Fang Gang was seriously injured. Although the Wang-grade elixir was expected to cure his injury, if he wanted to recover without affecting his future martial arts practice, he could only obtain the imperial-grade elixir.

Zheng Yi brought all the cultivation resources of hundreds of villagers in Zhengjia Village with him this time, hoping to exchange them for a bottle of imperial inferior healing pills from Huoyunmen, or ask the alchemist of Huoyunmen to help refine one. Bottles are OK too.

However, Zheng Yi could not guarantee whether the cultivation resources he brought could be redeemed for a bottle of low-grade imperial elixir.

After all, the cultivation resources used by these low-level warriors in their daily cultivation are mainly king-grade pills, and the price of imperial-grade elixirs is expensive, making them a cultivation treasure that is beyond their reach.

They came to Red Maple City this time with low hopes. They just wanted to try their luck. If they really couldn't get the imperial elixir, they could only exchange it for the imperial elixir first and cure Fang Gang's injury.

Fire Cloud Sect is located to the north of Red Maple City. Like the other major sects in the city, it is a large city within a city, isolated from the outside world by walls or rivers.

Huoyun Sect has a shop at the entrance of the sect, with alchemists and disciples stationed there. It not only sells alchemy business to the warriors in Hong Maple City, but also sells various elixirs refined by the alchemists in the sect.

The elixirs refined or sold by Huoyun Sect, the worst ones are holy grade, and the best ones are imperial grade and medium, which can almost meet the needs of all the warriors in Red Maple City.

As for the imperial high-quality elixir, it is used by the powerful people who are at the seventh level of Thunder Tribulation and above. The alchemists of Huoyun Sect cannot refine it at all. Even if it can be refined, the price must be extremely expensive. No strong person can do it. Affordable.

When Zheng Yi brought Fang Yun and Yang Mei to the elixir shop in Huoyunmen, they found that this place was a little different from before.

Every time Zheng Yi passed by here in the past, he would see that the elixir shop in Huoyun Sect was doing brisk business, with strong people from all walks of life coming in to buy, exchange, or refine elixirs.

But today's Huoyun Sect Spiritual Pill Shop seems a bit deserted, with only a few strong people.

Several Huoyun Sect disciples who were on duty behind the counter of the store were all at the first level of Thunder Tribulation.

At this moment, they were chatting listlessly in a low voice. When they saw Zheng Yi and other three distracted junior powerhouses entering the store, they all cast contemptuous and disdainful glances and were too lazy to pay attention to the three of them.

"Emperor-grade low-grade elixir needs to be exchanged for one bottle with imperial-grade cultivation resources of the same value; to refine a bottle of imperial-grade inferior elixir, at least four main materials and auxiliary materials must be prepared..."

Zheng Yi, Fang Yun, and Yang Mei moved slowly in front of the counter displaying various elixirs. When they saw the price requirements for exchanging or refining imperial elixirs, the three of them looked at each other. What they saw in each other's eyes were helplessness and confusion. wry smile.