The time span of monsters is much longer than that of human cultivators. Some monsters cannot advance from second-level monsters to third-level for hundreds of years. Because of this, it is simply not a good deal to rely on taming a second-level spirit beast and letting it grow into a third-level spirit beast. Few people do this.

Mutant monsters are usually several times stronger than ordinary monsters of the same level, which is very rare.

Now, this third-level mutated golden retriever pig that fell from the sky can just meet the urgent needs of some elite disciples.

If this golden retriever pig can help the owner to win the identity of a genius disciple in the battle of genius, even if he killed it immediately after the war and ate meat, he would have made a profit!

Of course, even if you cannot win the identity of a genius disciple, with this golden pig, you will almost certainly become an elite disciple in the hall. The rewards of the elite disciples are also generous, and they will become the main disciple in the hall afterwards, and there are many invisible benefits. Moreover, after the genius fights, they will have to start a war against the Black Stone Mountain demon clan, and this pig can be used as a powerful bodyguard.

Without Xiang Nan and Tie Zhuo, all the monks who set foot on Wuzhao Peak understood these principles.

At the middle of the mountainside, there are three adjacent caves, and the cave in Xiangnan is one of them.

In front of these three caves, there is a bluestone square dozens of feet wide. At this moment, more than 200 monks have gathered on the square, and some monks are coming from all directions.

The monk who came early sat on the ground directly before the cave.

As for the monks who came late, they gathered together in groups of three or five, either sitting or standing.

The disciples who originally practiced on Wuzhao Peak now regard themselves as their masters and actively maintain order.

From time to time, people asked: "Where did that guy Xiang Nan go? Why didn't he see anyone?"

There will always be monks who are familiar with him to answer: "He is healing the golden pig!"

The Wuzhaofeng disciple who maintains order will say: "Don't you want to see a third-level mutated mountain-pushing beast like a dragon and a dragon?"

Time passed little by little. Seeing that it was from noon to Weishi and from Weishi to Shenshi, Xiang Nan still did not appear. Many of the hundreds of monks gathered outside the cave were already making noise impatiently.

Suddenly, in one of the three caves, the intent flashed with a flash of inspiration, and nervously, the two stone doors slowly opened.

Four figures walked out of the cave, and the first young man with short hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a sharp face was Xiang Nan.

Xiang Ling'er followed closely, while Tie Zhuo accompanied another weak scholar with a pale face.

The young man, who was 24 or 25 years old, had a thin figure, tall cheekbones, and was wearing a wide and loose robe of the Heavenly Master. He had a head full of Wensheng towel and a pale face without blood, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

A vivid little green dragon embroidered on the collar of the young man's chest, which is the symbol of the disciples of the Qinglong Temple.

Seeing the figure of this young man, some disciples of the Qinglong Temple in the square showed a bit of awe in their eyes.

Someone even murmured in a low voice: "Ghost Sao, why did he come here too!"

Another man took over the conversation: "Yes, it's just a pig, and it also needs the labor ghost senior brother to drive. Could it be that the pig is about to die?"

Before the man finished speaking, he saw a huge square steel cage pushed out of Xiang Nan's cave.

Inside the steel cage, a four-meter-long red-haired giant pig stood majestic. The hair on the back of the giant pig was shining brightly, and the four thick legs were also shining brightly. The two pairs of five-foot long fangs turned outward were as white as jade. Although one of the fangs was broken, it did not affect its might.

The style of this demon pig completely surpasses the two strong men who pushed the pig.

Seeing so many people watching outside the cave, the pig glared and swung his tail, proudly raised his head and let out a thunderous sound - hum!

There were several ruptures on the giant pig's head, but the rupture was not big, and it had been treated and a layer of ointment was applied.

A piece of pig skin as big as a bowl of mouth fell off the giant pig's butt.

Some people even more careful people discovered that the golden hair like a steel needle between the giant pig's neck was missing a large area.

"You have also seen this mountain-pushing beast. This fur can withstand the random cutting of the middle-grade spiritual weapon flying sword without breaking the mouth. If it weren't for the Ghost Brother Geng of Qinglong Hall to use elixirs to limit the pig's magic power, at this moment, the wind blade that spurted out from its mouth could cut Xiang twice. As for the toughness of its fangs, you will know!"

As Xiang Nan finished speaking, his sleeves shook, and a red flame flew out of his sleeves. In a flash, he drilled into the steel cage and turned into a three-foot-long red short sword, slashing at a giant pig's fang.

With a "date", the red flames flew, and the dagger was bounced out, hovering in the air, and returned to Xiang Nan's hand again.

However, there was no sword mark on the giant pig's fangs.

The giant pig was startled by the short sword, stunned for a moment, roared angrily, and pounced on Xiang Nan.

With a loud bang, the entire steel cage slid forward about a meter. The two strong men who pushed the steel cage used all their strength and pulled the steel cage hard, and their swelling faces turned red. The steel cage did not hit the crowd.

Even so, the monks standing in the front row were still so scared that they jumped up and dodged backwards.

The golden giant pig hummed for a long time, and his hill-like body bumped into the cage, but he could not get out of the trap, and could not rush to Xiang Nan, but he was still staring at Xiang Nan with his blood-red demonic eyes angrily.

If the eyes could kill someone, Xiang Nan had been killed countless times by this pig!

Gui Jianchou, who was standing beside Xiang Nan, suddenly grinned and raised his hand. A green pill fell into the mouth of the golden-retriever pig. The fragrance was so strong that even the monks on the square could smell the scent of the pill.

The fierce eyes of the golden giant pig suddenly softened, and he smacked his mouth and swallowed the pills into his abdomen.

Soon, the golden giant pig finally calmed down, shook its tail, and lay in the cage. The pair of demonic eyes kept watching Gui Jianchou, looking a little affectionate.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this pig is indeed extraordinary!"

"Yes, Xiang Nan's Red Flame Sword is a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and he can't even cut a gap in the pig's fangs!"

"What kind of pill is too powerful. Damn, if you fight against the disciples of Qinglong Temple, wouldn't it be useless even if you are a vicious spirit beast?"

"You can't say that. Who is Gui Jianchou? That's one of the top elixir masters in Qinglong Hall. Moreover, he has been selected as a genius disciple once before. He has been practicing at Tianzhu Peak for twenty years. He will not participate in the competition this time. As for other disciples in Qinglong Hall, the way of elixir may not be so proficient!"

"This pig is not bad, I'm going to make a decision!"

"From this attitude, if you don't have 100,000 or 80,000 spirit stones, I'm afraid you don't even think about it!"

...

"Everyone calm down. Listen to Xiang's words, everyone has seen this monster. Without saying much, the minimum price is 50,000 spirit stones, and each price increase must not be less than one thousand spirit stones. No matter the level or the hall from which hall, the higher price will get this monster!"

Xiang Nan's voice suddenly rang, overwhelming all the noise.

"Fifty-three thousand spirit stones!"

A black-faced fat man was the first to shout out the price and directly added three thousand spirit stones.

"I'll pay 55,000!"

"Fifty-six thousand!"

"Sixty thousand spirit stones!"

...

The price soared all the way, and soon it reached 80,000 spirit stones.

"My good guy, why are these senior brothers so rich?"

"It's crazy, it's just a pig!"

"Is that a pig? It's clearly the identity of a genius disciple and an elite disciple!"

"Strange thing, why are this senior brother from the Deacon Hall joins in the fun? Does he also understand the way to control beasts?"

"You really got it right. You have only been to Daimeishan for a few days. Don't understand. This senior brother Wang from the Deacon Hall was actually a disciple of my White Tiger Hall before!"

...

Among the crowd, monks watching the fun were talking.

In just one incense stick, the price has been raised to 120,000 spirit stones and is still rising upwards.

However, the only one who can afford the price is left.

Liang Bin stood alone in a corner of the square, looking at the golden-retriever pig with a complicated look. Others didn't know who caught the pig, but he could guess it. Just look at the two scars on the golden-retriever pig's forehead and know that it must be the result of being hit by the forging hammer.

"Twelve seven thousand spirit stones!"

The buzzing sound of thunder buzzing suddenly sounded, and the eyes were even more like fire was about to spew out.

Behind him, Zhang Feng looked at several other monks who were capable of bidding with a smile. Peng Chong looked calm and watched the golden pigs in his eyes from time to time. But in the hearts of the two, there was also a burst of anger burning.

This pig was originally very hoped to be caught by them, but now it has to be purchased at a high price, and the price is already a bit outrageous. In their estimate, they originally thought that 100,000 was the final price.

"130,000!"

The disciple of Xuanwu Temple who looked calm and capable added three thousand spirit stones calmly.

"Thirteen thousand five thousand!"

Zhao Guangbi gritted his teeth and added five thousand spirit stones directly.

He was one of the five people in the White Tiger Hall who saw this pig being captured by Liu Changsheng. He was dizzy at the time and did not recognize the true identity of the pig. He did not expect to buy the pig from Liu Changsheng. It is too late to regret it now.

"Thirteen six thousand!"

The monk surnamed Wang from the Deacon Hall only added 1,000 yuan at a time. Judging from his expression, he was very confident. Obviously, this person is also a person with strong financial resources.

"Fifteen thousand?"

A slightly sharp voice came, but it was a disciple of the Zhuque Temple with a sharp mouth and a monkey-browed cheek.

"Fire Monkey, why are you joining in the fun? Do you still understand the way to control beasts?"

Seeing this person suddenly raise the price so high, Lei Biao felt angry and glared at the sight of him glaring at the angrily.

"Yes, brothers from Zhuquetang should not join in the fun, you don't know how to control beasts!"

A disciple of the White Tiger Temple behind Lei Biao echoed.

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