Chapter eight hundred and seventy-ninth: Jiang Lao can't help himself
The Jiaoshe clan had obviously been preparing for this trade fair for a long time. It took a full hour for all the transactions to come to an end.
Zhao Shoushou exchanged all his wealth for three bottles of fourth-grade high-grade spiritual elixirs in exchange for twelve Yanghua spiritual grasses. So far, the treasures in the storage bags of the monks present were taken out at one time.
The expressions of the remaining four high-grade fourth-level monsters that came here were completely downcast. Judging from the lively transaction just now, it was obvious that the treasures they had prepared could not be exchanged for some of the most valued elixirs, so they could only withdraw them.
And seek the second best.
Sure enough, all the guesses were correct. Half an hour later, the four fourth-level high-grade demons completed the transaction. In the end, the number of successful transactions was less than half.
It's not that the value of the treasures they carry is not high, but that the monks present are too ambitious but not powerful enough. Since the fourth-level high-grade elixirs have been consumed, where is the chance to trade them?
For these fourth-level high-grade monsters that have traveled tens of thousands of miles away, spiritual pills are ranked first in the process of trading with monks.
"This Jiaolong Mountain Taoism Fair has officially ended. Fellow Taoists, you can leave, or you can enjoy the scenery of Jiaolong Mountain. There are many differences between the uniqueness of the East China Sea and the world of cultivation. I would like to take the first step." The words have not yet finished.
The organizer of the Lundao Trade Fair, Mr. Jiang, has drifted away.
According to common sense, after every trade fair, the organizer should be in a happy mood, but this old man's face fell down after seeing the snake clan making huge profits.
"Invite the jade slip, and we have agreed to meet at midnight tonight on a small island thousands of miles away in the northeast? What kind of medicine is this sold in the gourd?" With the flash of a spiritual light, the jade slip silently turned into pieces.
Drifting away in the wind, it seems as if it had never appeared before.
The jade slips were left behind by Zhang Cong when he left, but he didn't know exactly what the late monk, who was known for his fiery temper, had planned.
The Taoist Trade Fair is over. As a senior late-stage monk, he is one of the best among his peers, both in terms of family wealth and combat capability.
Undoubtedly, his harvest from this auction was also very abundant. At least five high-quality treasures were collected by him.
Zhao Shoushou has gained a lot of experience along the way. He has always praised himself as having rich experience and excellent intelligence. However, in today's situation, it is difficult to understand the mystery of it.
"How can this invitation from the famous Zhang Cong go to waste? If you are lucky, you may get some unexpected gains." As if he thought of something, a mysterious smile appeared on Zhao Shoushou's face.
No matter what Zhang Cong's purpose is, since he invited several late-stage great monks, there must be some price to pay. Isn't the income from this trade fair an appropriate reward?
Zhao Shoushou did not know that at the moment when he was thinking, in a seemingly simple thatched house on the top of Jiaolong Mountain, two late-stage monks, an old man and a young man, were having a secret conversation.
"I have decided that even if I have to die for the rest of my life, I must suppress this old monster. With me here, I can't even think about transcending." When he said this, he couldn't help but feel a little less interested.
"Uncle Master, why are you so stubborn? I have made an appointment with three of my comrades again and will attack again in half a month." Zhang Cong was obviously unwilling to give up.
As for who the monster in the two people's mouths is, and why Mr. Jiang needs to be suppressed here, there is no detailed explanation. Maybe there is another secret buried here for hundreds of years.
"Hiss!" At this moment, a snake chirped, and Zhang Cong's figure turned into dots of aura and dissipated in the wind, as if he had never appeared before.
A giant snake demon with a body length of more than a hundred feet and a body diameter of almost ten feet. Two lantern-like snake eyes glanced around. After confirming that there was no aura of monks in the thatched house, he turned around easily.
, disappeared into the dense jungle.
Zhao Shoushou was unaware of everything that happened here. At this time, he had already followed the invitation on the jade slip and headed to an overseas reef.
This reef is only a thousand feet in diameter, and there is no spiritual vein on it. Except for the strange stones everywhere, the breath of life is very rare.
Only some amphibious creatures that occasionally passed by this place would rest and recuperate here. In the evening of this day, four uninvited guests were welcomed, and judging from their escaping auras, they were all great monks in the late Nascent Soul.
The four monks tried their best to control their auras. Each of them wore a black blouse to hide their identity, which more or less played a role.
Behind every late-stage monk, there will be a large or small family and sect as support. Once the identity is revealed in subsequent actions, it will be a devastating blow to some junior monks.
After arriving here, the four monks present occupied a corner of the reef, sat cross-legged and adjusted their breaths. Even though they knew that they were all monks attending the trade fair, they still had no intention of talking to each other.
"Thank you to the four fellow Taoists for being invited. Zhang Cong is polite here." At midnight, Zhang Cong's figure appeared on the reef on time.
"Don't talk too much. What do you mean by Daoist friend Zhang inviting me here?" asked a monk sitting cross-legged in the northeast corner.
"After the trade fair is over, all the fellow Taoists present here have more or less gained something. They should return to their respective stations to refine it and make it part of their own strength. The most urgent matter is to solve it. What is it, please?
Fellow Daoist Zhang, tell me bluntly." Another unknown monk was also asking at the same time.
In fact, the main reason why the four late-stage monks were willing to accept the invitation was because they were not too satisfied with the harvest from this trade fair.
The four monks are basically all newly promoted or have been promoted for a short period of time. Their own background is relatively shallow. They have used all their methods. They mainly brought some ordinary fourth-level high-grade elixirs from the Jiao She clan.
Just in exchange for some fourth-level high-grade spiritual grass.
Less means more. The monks in this trade didn't get much. Zhang Cong was a leader in the trade fair, and many of the treasures made the monks present jealous.
Since he invited the four great monks, no matter what the ultimate goal is, it is only right to repay them with some good quality treasures.
"Fellow Taoists, do you know why Mr. Jiang has been stationed at Jiaolong Mountain for a long time?" Zhang Cong changed his words and successfully diverted the attention of the monks present.
"Lao Jiang is a peak cultivator in the later period. He is only one step away from becoming a god. Why is he stationed at Jiaolong Mountain?"
"There are endless rumors about Mr. Jiang in the cultivation world."
"Is Mr. Jiang really providing protection to Jiaolong Mountain?"
"Mr. Jiang stopped here because he couldn't help himself, but to suppress the remnant soul of a fifth-level dragon snake," Zhang Cong said in an astonishing way.