"Star Iron is collected from the core of the star iron outside the domain. Its quality is absolutely necessary to refine the most treasure!"

"Sold at a low price! A magic vine flower plant collected from the Abyss Canyon can protect the cave after planting!"

"The tail of the Vajra beast can refine a whip-shaped treasure, and it is extremely powerful!"

...

On the open space, an outside monk and a strong barbarian man set up a stall to sell treasures to the passing monks.

Some of them are indeed fine products, such as the Star Iron, which can only appear in the entire black iron core, and its texture is extremely hard, and at least it can be mined little by little at the Divine King Realm.

There is also the magic vine flower seed. You can tell that it is extraordinary by appearing from the Abyss Canyon. You must know that it is a dangerous place where the imperial rank will die if it breaks into it.

Not to mention the Vajra Beast, it has the ultimate combat power of the imperial level and has amazing defenses, making it extremely difficult to kill.

Mo Yu walked slowly forward, his eyes swept around and never took action. After all, although the treasures here are precious, they are of no use to him.

Fortunately, he didn't expect too much, but he was able to wait calmly.

Just think it's relaxing.

Mo Yu smiled and turned around and left.

But at this moment, his eyes swept, and a strange look suddenly appeared on his face.

Soon, he returned to his peace and walked forward.

When he noticed Mo Yu approaching, the faces of the monks at the front of the stall changed slightly. One of them said, "Fellow Taoist, we are choosing the things on the stall, you can wait." As he spoke, he showed a threat.

"It's not your thing, can't others let others see it?" Mo Yu glanced at him indifferently.

"You..." The monk's face darkened, and a chill appeared in his eyes.

The other people also had bad expressions.

Mo Yu ignored them and said straight: "Stall owner, these things are all obtained from the same ancient site. It's been a while."

"Friends of Taoism," the stall owner was a middle-aged barbarian. His body was not tall but particularly strong. He smiled bitterly at this moment, "This is a historical site that our tribe accidentally found. He suffered heavy casualties to break into it, but the final harvest could not be sold at a high price. I think they are not ordinary things, so I specially brought them to see if there are anyone who knows the goods."

Several monks from another group of monks lit up their eyes when they heard this.

A handsome man in white robe said: "These are indeed antiques and have been around for a long time, but I believe your tribe has also tested them, and these items do not have any powerful aura."

"It's just all the things that have been preserved by chance. We are just interested in their materials."

"There are already a lot of five hundred wild stones, and we only have half of them, so you won't lose."

Two more spoke one after another.

The stall owner was obviously a little shaken, but he was unwilling to accept it and did not nod for a moment.

Mo Yu thought for a while and said, "Stall owner, a thousand wild stones, how about trading this half of the antiquities for me?"

The man in the white robe and others looked cold and turned to look cold.

Fortunately, when Mo Yu saw that he didn't choose what they wanted, he didn't immediately make a comeback.

The stall owner hesitated for a moment and nodded.

He had been here for several days and had not sold anything. The injured tribe members were still waiting for him to buy spiritual medicine for treatment, so he could not delay any further.

Mo Yu simply took out the wild stone, waited for the stall owner to make sure it was correct, took away the treasure in the stroke and turned around and left.

"We're going to want a thousand wild stones and the remaining antiquities!" The man in white robe spoke in a deep voice.

But at this moment, the stall owner hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "At least 1,500 wild stones!"

"Hmph!" The man in white robe snorted coldly, his face even worse, but he still said, "Give it to him!"

A monk behind him stepped forward and took out the stored animal bones.

Soon, the transaction between the two parties was completed, and the barbarian stall owner stood up and hurriedly left.

The monk in white robe seemed to accidentally swept through the pile of antiques, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded slightly.

At this moment, he was pressing a black beast bone with his fingers.

Seeing this, the rest of the people immediately smiled and were filled with joy.

"It's really good luck. I got a treasure at such a small price."

"Thanks to Brother Ming, if it weren't for him, you and I would never have discovered this thing."

"I don't know what it is, it's really exciting!"

At this moment, a monk snorted coldly, "Damn it! If it weren't for the monk just now, how could you and I waste a thousand wild stones in vain? I really deserve to kill!"

"You said, since there is this treasure in our hands in this pile of antiquities, will there be no one found?"

"Brother Wang means, is there treasures hidden in the antiquities purchased by that person?"

"It is indeed very likely to be said in this way."

"The Jinman Tribe Fair is approaching, and no one will buy useless things!"

Mingque looked solemn. If he really avoided the treasure he sensed, it would be a big deal. He hesitated for a moment and said, "This person dared to compete with you and me, and he must rely on it. If he took action rashly, he might have an accident. It would be better to live back and refine the treasure first, and then he would be more sure."

"Brother Ming said it is right. This person appears here. He obviously comes for the trade fair and will not leave."

"Then refine the treasure first."

The group left in a hurry.

...

When Mo Yu's divine thoughts penetrated into the storage ring and swept over a green ancient brick, a warm feeling came from his chest again.

This is the reminder from the head of the Canglong.

If it can attract its attention, this green ancient brick must be unusual.

Thinking of this, Mo Yu smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth.

But the next moment, his brow suddenly frowned, his feet moved, and he instantly avoided it.

puff--

A red squat fell down, penetrated deep into the ground, allowing the incision to melt into magma, and a trace of murderous intent lingered on it.

Obviously, this person who took action wanted to take his life.

Mo Yu's face turned cold and he raised his head and looked forward.

Swish-

More than a dozen figures fell down, and one of the red-haired old men was wearing a red robe, with runes flowing on it, looking extremely extraordinary.

A beautiful woman stretched out her hand and her pretty face twisted, "Is it him?"

"Yes, madam." The monk behind him said respectfully.

"Do you do it and kill him!" the beautiful woman screamed.

This incident attracted the attention of the Jinman tribe, and a group of monks flew over quickly.

"Who is taking action in my Jinman tribe, be presumptuous!"

The red-haired old man sneered, "I haven't seen you for a few years, old man, you have a good temper."

"Hmm? It's you." Among the monks of the Jinman tribe, the old man frowned and recognized his identity.

He paused and said, "I am responsible for the order here today. If it is not too important, how about giving me a face?"

"Give you a face?" The red-haired old man looked gloomy, "Who avenged my dead grandson!"

boom--

The hot breath erupted from his body, and countless red divine patterns appeared, howling in the air, making the sky above his head suddenly red, like a sea of ​​burning fire!

The aura of tyranny and murderous aura filled the world.

The face of the old man from Jinman tribe changed slightly. He understood the whole story, and there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes. He raised his hand to lead the person back, "Give you a little time."

This has been compromised.

After all, as one of the five major divisions, the strength of the Huoman tribe cannot be underestimated.

The beautiful woman looked distorted, "Father, it was this little bastard who killed my son. Please take action and avenge your grandson!"

Her eyes were resentful, as if she had seen the scene of Mo Yu being burned to ashes.

"Die!" The red-haired old man spoke coldly, raised his hand and pressed down.

boom--

The space trembled, infinite divine light burst out, and strings of red divine patterns emerged, like the carving of fire, rippling with extremely terrible waves of destruction.

Countless divine patterns drown where Mo Yu is, and the breath of destruction is shocking.

"The Earth Fire Elder of the Huoman Tribe, an old-fashioned emperor-level extreme strongman, is terrifying!"

"This man dared to kill his grandson, no wonder Dihuo attacked angrily!"

"This person is probably dead."
To be continued...