Chapter 699 Entering the Outer Island

"Fellow Taoist, how much is the fee to enter the island?" In front of the gate, Huan Yin stood upright and smiled at the leader of the gate guards.

There are twelve guards guarding the gate. Except for the leader, their cultivation levels are all in the early stage of spiritual wisdom. And that leader has a cultivation level in the late stage of Ling Hui.

Such a group of guards were like ants in Huan Yin's eyes. Even if Huan Yin now only showed his initial cultivation of Life Palm, there would be no difference at all.

However, at this moment, the leader of the guards guarding the door was standing alone, with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was concentrating. And after Huan Yin, a strong man like him, asked him a question, he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids. He only asked coldly: "New guy?"

The guard's attitude was naturally extremely disrespectful. Although Huan Yin knew in his heart that the reason why these guards were so unreasonable was because they had backing support and they were just relying on human power, he still felt a little unhappy in his heart.

However, because of his rich experience, Huan was too lazy to argue with these guards and only responded: "Yes."

The guard leader still didn't raise his eyelids and said again: "Five thousand magic crystals."

These four simple words made De Huanyin's face twitch.

Huan Yin, who came out of the Ghost Realm, was extremely rich, and the magic crystal would not be a problem for him at all. However, the entry fee is five thousand magic crystals. Even if such a high price is still a drop in the bucket for Huan Yin, what is the difference between this charging method and an open grab?

"It's no wonder that many monks are lingering at the door of this island, but they haven't entered. It's no wonder that those monks who entered the island showed pain in their faces and handed over their storage bags." Huan Yin thought in his heart.

Then, he sent a message to Xue Buping and asked: "Ancestor, are you sure that the cost of entering the island before was around fifty magic crystals?"

Xue Buping yelled in Huan Yin's mind: "Grandma, how can I deceive you? Why is the price so outrageous now? If I had encountered this kind of situation back then, I would have killed the organization responsible for managing the island. It’s all over!”

Just as he felt a little speechless in his heart, a cold voice came into Huan Yin's ears again: "Whether you can get in or not, if you want to get in, hand over the magic crystal as soon as possible. If you don't have the magic crystal, don't block the way here. Don't you?" If you enter others, you have to enter!”

This voice came from the leader of the gate guards.

Huan Yin was slightly angry in his heart, but his face remained calm at all. He only thought: "Forget it, I don't know how strong the organization responsible for managing Huangquan Island is. If there is a local cultivator in charge, they can take care of themselves randomly. There’s no need to cause trouble. The most important thing now is to wake Shu Shu up.”

Thinking like this, Huan Yin took out a storage bag from his arms, threw it to the guard leader, and then walked in through the door without looking back.

Entering the gate, an extremely lively scene appeared in Huan Yin's eyes.

Here, there was a huge flow of people, crowded in the streets and alleys, and the sounds of shouting continued to come out, mixed together in a mess, and finally poured into Huan Yin's ears.

It was obvious that the people Huan Yin saw were conducting various transactions. The whole scene Huan Yin saw was that of a bustling market.

"Is this place so lively?" Huan Yin touched his nose and smiled bitterly. He felt like he didn't know which leg to walk on first, because no matter which leg he took, he seemed to bump into someone else.

"Hmph, this place is far worse than before. If it had been before, there would have been people flying in the sky talking about deals. You know, the entire outer island of Huangquan Island is a super-large market, and deals are everywhere." Xue Buping said in a message.

Nodding, Huan Yin had a deeper understanding of the attraction of the enemy of the King of Hell. But he also knows that the liveliness here is not as lively as before, probably because of the outrageous entry fee.

"The entire outer island is full of small businesses. The management organization here must be very profitable." Thinking like this, Huan Yin finally took small steps and squeezed into the crowd.

During the march, Xue Buping sent a message to Huan Yin: "There are many dragons and snakes here, and there are many ways to get news. First, you can find a teahouse. That is where the demon cultivators take a rest after they are tired from trading. There, you may be able to Find out something."

After listening to Xue Buping's suggestion, Huan Yin nodded slightly. Not long after he walked out, a small street tea shop called "Bitter Tea House" came into his eyes.

"That's it." Huan Yin thought, and then he wanted to walk over.

However, just when he was about to move, the noisy crowd suddenly and eerily quieted down. Huan Yin couldn't care less about this phenomenon. After all, it is not an easy task to silence so many monks at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Subconsciously, Huan Yin did not use his spiritual consciousness, but scanned his surroundings with his naked eyes. However, there were people crowding around him. What could he see if he looked like this?

Perhaps the only thing he could notice was that the people around him suddenly seemed to have encountered something terrible, so they all put away their original expressions and seemed to be unable to even take a breath. Bar.

Immediately afterwards, Huan Yin felt that the people on the street where he was standing began to move. Soon after, he saw the crowded crowd of people standing on the street begin to separate to both sides. Obviously, this is the result of everyone moving towards both sides of the street.

The street where Huanyin was located was already quite crowded. Therefore, it seemed almost impossible for Huanyin to separate the crowd to the sides. However, at this moment, although those who kept squeezing to the sides knew this, they were still squeezing desperately, as if if they were too slow, something bad would happen.

So, Huanyin soon saw people falling down outside the already crowded street. Even many small stalls had been squeezed out of shape, but the owners of those stalls were helpless and did not stop them.

As the crowd continued to separate, Huanyin's curiosity became more and more serious. And until the end, when the crowd had completely separated and an open road for at least five people to pass side by side was formed for the entire street, the crowd finally stopped squeezing. At this time, many people had been squeezed out of shape.

The only one who did not participate in the "movement" just now was Huanyin, who was still staying in the middle of the street. At this moment, he just looked at the crowd around him with an inexplicable expression, scratching his head, not knowing what to think. And a person like him would have been inconspicuous in the crowd, but now he has become the focus of countless eyes on the street because he is the only one still standing in the middle of the road.

Huan Yin soon felt a little uncomfortable with the many eyes on the street, so he thought it would be better for him to stand by the street and see what happened.

However, just as he was about to move, a cold voice came out: "Hey, are you new here?"

Hearing that the voice was obviously talking to him, Huan Yin looked in the direction of the voice and saw a team of monks wearing black clothes on the street about ten feet away from him. And on the collar of these monks' shirts, there is a white pagoda pattern, indicating that they belong to the same organization.

As for this organization, Huan Yin is actually not unfamiliar, because the collars of the guards who were responsible for guarding the island gate just now also have this pattern painted on them. Obviously, this white pagoda is the unique symbol of the Huangquan Island Management Church.

The cultivation of this team of black monks is not high, at least compared to Huanyin, it is far behind. Most of them are only at the spiritual wisdom realm, only the leader who spoke to Huanyin is slightly stronger, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of Tianchong.

It is not the first time that Huanyin has encountered monks who are far inferior to him, but dare to speak coldly to him on Huangquan Island. So, he just nodded numbly and didn't think much about it.

And just after he nodded, the team of monks walked towards him with a smile under the leadership of the person who shouted. He could also notice that there were many gloating tastes in the eyes of the people around him. Of course, there were also very few sympathies or indifference.

Finally, the team of black monks stood in front of Huanyin. The leader said to Huan Yin with a slightly cold look: "Since you are new here, that means you haven't paid the management fee for today yet?"

Huan Yin naturally had no idea what the management fee was. So, he stood there without comment, waiting for the leader's next words.

But Xue Buping couldn't hold it back any longer, and angrily yelled at Huan Yin: "What the hell, dares to yell at you? Second Ancestor, I think you should teach him how to behave for his mother!"

Although Huan Yin had no expression on his face at the moment, he was already a little angry in his heart. Now he is not a soft persimmon that anyone can pinch. What's more, the cultivator who disrespected him was still a low-level existence in his eyes.

However, before figuring out the situation here, he still planned to endure it for the time being. After all, the most important thing now is to find the enemy of the King of Hell.