After playing with Xiaonuo for a while, Ai Siyu withdrew his spiritual consciousness. When the spiritual consciousness returned to his position, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere around him was extremely strange.
His deep bright eyes turned slightly to look around and saw dozens of men in purple dresses surrounded the caravan with weapons.
"Your mother, what's going on?" Ai Siyu didn't know what was going on, and a question arose from the bottom of his heart.
"Everyone knows our identity, Chiyan Gang," a man in the middle of the open space pointed to a pattern on his chest and said frivolously.
At this time, Ai Siyu noticed the pattern on the man's chest. A burning star flame was embroidered on the purple clothes on his chest. The spherical flame was black all over, and a strange black slight faintly appeared on it.
"It's a strange fire," Ai Siyu was shocked. He almost exclaimed when he looked at the black flame on the pattern. However, after careful observation, he found that although the black flame was powerful, its power was not as powerful as the real strange fire. It should be a kind of beast fire.
On this vast continent, many monsters already have the ability to swallow flames. They use their energy to convert them into a flame with great lethality. Everyone calls this flame beast fire.
The power of beast fire is not as powerful as that of strange fire, but the lethality it causes cannot be underestimated. Due to its large number and easy to obtain, many alchemists and some special sects will try their best to hunt their own beast fire. The beast fire is of great benefit to their refining and cultivation.
Ai Siyu raised his eyes slightly and was sure that this group of people was not a pharmacist, but a special sect that mainly practiced the strange fire.
"This black flame demon bear tastes very good," the man slashed the long knife in his hand on the bear's leg meat, took off a large piece and chewed it freely, and there was a burst of praise from time to time.
"Boss, what level is this," the man's eyes moved and stared at the miser.
"Level 1...Level 1..." The miser was frightened by his sudden questioning and his body trembled, and his voice trembled.
"What, first-level, who are you fooling? Your first-level black flame demon bear has grown so big. Let's tell the truth," the man looked angry, his voice changed slightly, and he raised the long sword in his hand and pressed against the miser's neck.
"Second level..." The miser saw that the man had put the long knife in his hand on his neck, so he did not dare to hide anything anymore.
"Oh, second level, it's not bad. It seems that you guys are lucky," the man put away his long sword and wandered around while pondering.
"This second-level black flame demon bear should have a magic core condensed, hand it over," the man suddenly turned around, Ruju's eyes stared at the face of the stingy ghost, and a murderous aura filled his body.
"No...no...the magic core..." The miser pretended to be calm and wanted to hide the truth.
"Submit it quickly, I don't have the patience to waste time with you here. You know how cruel my Chiyan Gang is. If you want to survive, you should hand it over." The man's voice suddenly increased, and his cold words made the miser's body tremble even more violently.
"Give it...Give it...you..." The miser slowly took out the magic core from his arms and handed it over reluctantly.