Similar to being in the wild, you need a satellite phone to get a signal!
After all, the sect is still stuck in the local area network era, relying entirely on the sect protection formation. It will take many years until all sects have access to the 'net', such as the Zhenling Domain public network.
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In his thoughts, Wang Zijia looked around the square.
This place is like an ancient market. Everyone can set up stalls at will. Because it is an illusion, automatic stalls can be set up.
Many people gather in small groups to chat, and they can also enter the palace next to the square, where there is an independent illusion room for small circle gatherings.
It is a combination of the functions of Daozhong Illusion and the previous peripheral family alliance trading platform.
No, it should be said that the other two places are imitated here.
There is even an identity hiding function here, but most of them don't use it. Anyway, almost everyone knows each other. The main purpose of coming here is not to sell things, but to expand the circle.
"Weak Guan Daozi?"
"Master Weak Guan?"
"······"
As soon as Wang Zijia entered the market-like square, someone around him recognized him.
Wang Zijia: "······"
It's a good thing to be trending because of your outstanding talent, but why can't you give it a nicer name?
What kind of weak-headed master is this? I'm really speechless!
Wang Zijia felt MMP in her heart, but with a warm smile on her face, she said, "I've met Senior Brother Wen, I've met Senior Sister Jingjing!"
Although there are tens of thousands of real-level monks in the sect, Wang Zijia has deliberately memorized the basic information of most of them, so he can greet strangers skillfully.
Most people are not familiar with him, so even if they are curious, most of them can only exchange a few words with him.
Wang Zijia was walking around the square while coping.
He found that the various stalls in the square, occupied or unoccupied, were at least precious things at the real level.
These still have their own small circles, and treasures are generally not here.
This square is mainly used to provide a channel for sect disciples to get to know each other and to give everyone the opportunity to establish a small circle.
Setting up a stall is just to expand the business. No matter what the real monks say, they have some status in the sect. They can become immortals and ancestors in the small sects outside. If you really need to deal with something, there are people dedicated to help.
"I've met Master Baiyue!"
"I've seen the spiritual master uncle!"
After Wang Zijia wandered around for a while, he saw many senior brothers and sisters in the center of the square, greeting the two newly formed figures.
Astonishingly, two divine kings appeared. While they were talking, they casually nodded slightly to the disciples around them in response.
Under the gaze of all the disciples, he passed through the square where everyone was, and after entering the square, a palace disappeared.
After the two disappeared, the disciples returned to their normal state and seemed to be used to it.
Wang Zijia wandered around, getting acquainted with some unfamiliar senior brothers and sisters around him.
As a newcomer who has just arrived here, because his practice has improved too quickly before, he has no social circle at the real person level, so most of the senior brothers and sisters are strangers to him.
As Wang Zijia became familiar with this process, from time to time, senior brothers or sisters would enter the palace behind the square and disappear in groups.
After being familiar with each other for more than half an hour, Yan Qimeng's figure finally appeared in front of Wang Zijia.
"Senior Sister Yan, you are finally here!"
Wang Zijia showed a green smile that he had not shown for a long time, and with his handsome face, he looked like a legendary best little milk dog.
Yan Qimeng no longer had the same attitude as before, but said rather cordially: "How are you, are you familiar?"
Wang Zijia shook his head with a wry smile and said: "Senior sister, you also know that because of the lower realm, the entire sect's social circle has stayed in the illusion of Taoism. Now all the information to you senior brothers and sisters is limited to the basic information of the sect. "
"It's okay. If you have time to wander around, you will become familiar with everything." Yan Qimeng said casually, calling Wang Zijia: "Let's go, senior sister will take you to our faction's circle."
Wang Zijia heard the words and immediately followed.
While the two were talking, they walked across the square and came to the palace area behind the square.
As he stepped into a palace, Wang Zijia once again felt the fluctuation of the illusion.
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When he came to his senses, he had changed places.
From the crowded square, we arrived at a garden like a rockery and flowing water.
The surroundings look very elegant, just like a garden commonly used in ancient poetry gatherings.
In the center of the garden, in the core area surrounded by rockeries and flowing water, there is a huge octagonal pavilion similar to the Taoist illusion.
There are no walls on all sides, just a few carved jade pillars standing there. Because the pavilion is relatively large, the Bajiao Pavilion looks a bit like a hall.
At this moment, there were already many people discussing something in the Octagonal Pavilion.
What's strange about Wang Zijia is that this place is obviously an illusion, but... the surrounding scenery gives him a very real feeling.
"Everyone, look who I brought here!"
Yan Qimeng led Wang Zijia. When Wang Zijia looked at the illusion with doubts, he had already passed through the twists and turns of the gravel road and came to the crowd, shouting as if he wanted to take credit.
There were dozens of people in the pavilion. After hearing Yan Qimeng's words, they all looked over.
"Haha, it turns out that Daozi the weak one is here!"
"Master Wang Pulse, hurry up, everyone was talking about you just now!"
"Yes, let me tell you about your experience in the Qinglian Realm. It is not uncommon to go to the lower realm. But in the small world, there are not many people who have experienced changes in cultivation like you."
"No, there are a lot of people who say that it is good to regress without cultivation. They call the world below a barren one, as if they were sent to a marriage!"
"······"
Wang Zijia was surrounded by a group of senior brothers and sisters, and they started talking enthusiastically.
Among these people, Wang Zijia actually found many acquaintances!
Gu Yuebai, the director of the dormitory, Gu Wenhe, who worked in the Feisheng Palace, and Luo Cheng, who even saved him, etc.
The few real people he had met and made friends with when he was young were actually all in this small circle.
Of course, this is not a coincidence. From the moment Wang Zijia entered the eyes of some people, he began to have a label, and naturally there was a faction.
And the only people who could be friends with him, or take care of him a little when he was a boy and a wine sacrificer, could only be from a big faction.
So it is inevitable that all the people who take care of him are here. Because Wang Zijia can only get in touch with high-level people in this circle!
And not all of this party is real people. It is said that there are about a dozen divine kings, but they don’t come often.
"Hello, Senior Brother Luo, I haven't had time to thank you for your help!" Wang Zijia first bowed respectfully to Luo Cheng.
"Hey, don't say that. Even if I didn't take action at that time, it would be a matter of time for you to rescue those children. Speaking of which, they should thank you." Luo Cheng replied with a laugh.
"Brothers and brothers, please go down and chat slowly. Let me first tell you about the specific situation of Qinglian Realm. If it is good, after the anchor is set, let's send some disciples down together."
"Why, do you really think that the king's pulse master is a real person who got lucky?"
"Junior Brother Gu, based on what you said, aren't I just checking to see if those kids at home have a chance?"
"······"
Wang Zijia started chatting with everyone with a bit of youthful sentiment.
Several people who were familiar with him, especially Yan Qimeng and several senior brothers from the Gu family, would always introduce some individuals to him in detail from time to time.
Let him gradually gain a certain understanding of the inner circle.
During the chat, Wang Zijia also discovered something. The environment here was not a condensed phantom formation, but a real scene!
This is actually a place specially used for gatherings on the Houde Peak of the Inner Gate. It is just these people who are illusory. There are even several senior brothers who are actually present.
In other words, they are completely a hybrid interaction of virtual reality at the moment!
This is specially built to facilitate disciples from all over the sect to communicate with each other at any time.
I have to say that Wanyu Sect is really powerful!
The phantom formation function of the sect-protecting formation alone is amazing.
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Everyone chatted for more than a quarter of an hour before entering the second and final stage of the party: trading.
The gathering circles of practitioners and trading are something that will never be lacking.
"Everyone, as you all know, I ran to the Moon Demon Cliff and Longyuan Swamp War Zone. The fighting here has been a bit intensified in the past few days, and the devils have become more and more rampant. I want to ask for a life-saving thing, and the escape method is the best. , the minimum requirement is that it can at least escape from the hands of the Infant God Lord, and the price is negotiable."
The first person to speak was to buy a fourth-grade high-quality escape spirit item, which made Wang Zijia fully realize what a high-end party is.
"Senior Brother Guan, I have a talisman here, which can be used to escape from the sky. It can travel up to a thousand miles in one go. As long as the god does not escape from the Infant God and is hunted by the sky, he will definitely eat ashes."
"How many times can it be used?"
"I have only used it once. If I save some money, I can use it five or six times. If I break the limit of thousands of miles, I can probably use it three times."
"What price does Junior Brother Changlong plan to pay?"
"How about nine hundred thousand Dao Kung?"
“A bit expensive!”
"You can give me a few hundred merit points!"
"roll!"
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Listening to them talking about millions of Dharma money, hundreds of thousands of Taoist skills, or hundreds or even thousands of merits, Wang Zijia's balls ached for a while.
He brought a lot of spiritual objects from the lower realm, but including the garbage he asked Min Xin to sell yesterday, as well as some fine products left behind, the total amount is more than one million Dharma money.
This is good, it is only enough for this group of people to trade once!
That's right, these people have accumulated hundreds of years of accumulation and have the support of a big family. If Wang Zijia wants to rely on one person, it will take three or two years to equal... It is also difficult for huge cheats.
"Create an inherited spiritual weapon!"
While Wang Zijia was thinking, another thing shocked him. Could this thing be produced? ? ?
Isn’t this just selling a real person’s quota?
(End of chapter)
