After the last vision of heaven and earth, it attracted many powerful people to come to Broken Dragon City to investigate the cause, and among them there were many Nascent Soul stage old monsters, which suddenly made this remote and quiet town lively.
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But to their disappointment, after an investigation, they found that the phenomenon was caused by a space storm, not a strange treasure.
As for who was involved in the whirlpool of the storm, these people naturally didn't care.
Those strong men originally returned home in vain, but I don't know which one held a temporary trade fair in the city so that they would not return empty-handed.
This also made the monks who were about to leave temporarily become interested and settled in the city temporarily.
At this moment, in an ordinary teahouse, Dongfang Zimo was sipping tea in a corner of the attic, holding a jade slip in his hand.
"Space storm, just two pieces of heavenly spiritual treasures colliding with each other will trigger a storm vortex with a one-in-ten thousand chance. It is really unlucky." Dongfang Zimo frowned and stared at the jade slip, muttering in his heart.
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After understanding the horror of the space storm and still being able to appear safely in Canlong City, Dongfang Zimo can only say that there is a trace of luck.
Fortunately, he was not teleported to other remote places. This storm vortex was randomly teleported and could take people to the endless deep sea or to places far away from the human world.
Dongfang Zimo felt a little scared in his heart. After drinking the tea in his hand, he left the teahouse and went to take a look at the temporary trade fair held by those powerful people.
When I came to a busy street, I saw some monks placing their things on the ground. If the passing monks took a fancy to it, they would discuss the price with them.
It was the first time for Dongfang Zimo to come to such a trade fair, and he was immediately attracted by the dazzling array of treasures on the ground.
Dongfang Zimo couldn't hold it back for a while and bought many unused magical instruments and some materials.
Just when Dongfang Zimo passed by a carpet selling fairy grass, the spirit beast bag on his body suddenly started to stir.
Dongfang Zimo didn't want to know that it must be the Qilin in the spirit beast bag that smelled the fragrance of the fairy grass around it and wanted Dongfang Zimo to buy it for it.
"Tianbao, be quiet. I don't have so many spirit stones right now to buy those fairy grasses for you to eat." Dongfang Zimo called towards the spirit beast bag, and he could only helplessly smile bitterly in his heart. This little unicorn has broken out of its shell since then.
After that, he secretly ate a lot of his natural treasures, so Dongfang Zimo named the little unicorn after the two words "Tianbao".
With Tianbao's appetite, Dongfang Zimo also had a headache. No matter how many spirit stones he had, there would always be a day when he would be eaten by this little unicorn.
Just when Dongfang Zimo was about to leave the area, a burst of fire suddenly burst out from the spirit beast bag, so fast that even Dongfang Zimo had not yet reacted.
"My fairy grass! Whose spiritual beast is this!"
Not long after the fire burst out, a frightened and angry cry came from the front.
I saw a little unicorn eating the fairy grass on the ground. No matter what kind of fairy grass it was, as long as it had sufficient spiritual energy, it was swallowed by Tianbao's chewing.
"What kind of spiritual beast is this? It looks so strange?"
"Hey! This is Qilin!"
"What! This is the legendary Kirin with a trace of ancient dragon blood!"
Soon, the monks who heard about the Qilin gathered around him curiously, and exclaimed in excitement after seeing Tianbao's appearance.
Dongfang Zimo squeezed through the crowd and appeared in front of the stall.
"Tianbao!" Dongfang Zimo yelled angrily. At the same time, the spiritual thought implicating Tianbao in his body moved, and Tianbao was immediately frozen and unable to move.
Dongfang Zimo lifted Tianbao up from the ground with a gloomy face and put it into the spirit beast bag without ceremony.
But even so, there were still people around. Some looked at Dongfang Zimo with surprised expressions, while others looked thoughtful, but most of them had evil intentions.
After all, as long as a drop of true dragon's blood is obtained, the monks can wash their muscles and change their marrow, which will be of great help in cultivating the great path in the future. How can these monks not become crazy about it?
After Dongfang Zimo realized the purpose of these people, he snorted coldly and released a huge golden elixir aura, suppressing the surrounding low-level monks.
For a moment, those monks felt like they were out of breath as if a huge boulder weighing 10,000 kilograms was pressing down on them. As long as the other party's spiritual thoughts moved, they would explode and die.
After realizing that Dongfang Zimo was a golden elixir monk, these people gave up their previous thoughts and left with ugly faces.
"Senior...Senior, these fairy grasses..." A middle-aged man with a beard said with a submissive smile. He was obviously the owner of this stall, and he only had foundation building cultivation.
"How many spiritual stones are there in total for the immortal grass that was eaten?" Dongfang Zimo felt a headache secretly, thinking that he must teach this Tianbao a lesson when he went back.
"A total of six thousand, ah no! A total of five thousand spiritual stones." Halfway through, the middle-aged man saw Dongfang Zimo frowning and immediately changed his words.
Hearing this, Dongfang Zimo directly threw a bag of spirit stones to the opponent, and then quickly left here, disappearing without a trace in a few flashes.
Just when Dongfang Zimo left here, several monks who were observing the stall immediately followed him.
The middle-aged man glanced at the number of spiritual stones in the storage bag with his spiritual consciousness and found that many had increased. He packed up the stall with great joy and prepared to leave this place of right and wrong.
After Dongfang Zimo walked out of the street of the temporary trade fair, he escaped from the light and turned into a rainbow and left Canlong City.
A moment later, several similar rainbows flew in the direction Dongfang Zimo left.
After flying for nearly an hour, Dongfang Zimo stopped over a plain and quietly waited for something with his eyes closed.
A moment later, several rays of light also stopped nearby, revealing six Jindan monks surrounding Dongfang Zimo.
A man with red hair and a red beard felt relieved when he saw Dongfang Zimo being so calm and then used his spiritual sense to find out that his cultivation was only a middle-stage Jindan monk.
"It seems that fellow Taoists already know our purpose, so they led us to this barren mountain. Could it be that they think they can defeat the six of us on their own?" the red-haired and red-bearded man said with a sneer.
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"We only want Fellow Daoist's spiritual beast. As long as he is willing to sell it to us, we will naturally pay a certain amount of spiritual stones and let Fellow Daoist leave safely." Another elegant monk said calmly with his hands behind his back.
The other five monks frowned slightly when they heard this, but they didn't say anything and simply acquiesced to the elegant man's statement.