"Senior brother, what is this sea of gray mist that they are talking about that is so miraculous?"
Chewing chicken in his mouth, Gu Anran lowered his head and asked drunkenly.
"This...I really don't know."
Ye Yun shook his head and smiled bitterly.
He really couldn't find any memory about the Gray Mist Sea in the Supreme God's memory.
It seems that this sea of gray fog has not been around for long.
The Taishang Domain is far away from the Daluo Domain. The Supreme God is so high up there that it is impossible to know everything.
However, Ye Yun was somewhat impressed by the Ten Thousand Demons Temple.
The Panyao Temple is a huge force among the demon clan.
In terms of strength, it is stronger than the original Taishang Wangqing Palace.
This time, the Panyao Temple purchased the mist demon's inner elixir, and purchased it at a very high price, which may have attracted the participation of many monks from the Great Luo Realm.
After all, in Ye Yun's view, Daluo Territory is close to the Tenth Sea Area and can be considered a remote place.
The monks in this place, especially the casual monks, are relatively poor.
If the mist demon inner elixir in this sea of gray fog has such great value, it will attract many people to take risks.
The wages of avarice is death.
This is also human nature.
Ye Yun didn't think there was anything remarkable about this kind of thing.
"Senior brother, do you have any ideas about going to the Gray Mist Sea to kill the fog demon?"
Gu Anran raised his head, looked at Ye Yun and asked with a smile.
"I don't care, little junior sister, if you really want to go, I will accompany you."
Ye Yun smiled slightly.
He has no shortage of resources, and he is not interested in any cultivation resources in this world.
"Let me think about this..."
Gu Anran turned his head and said with a smile.
In this matter, she was not in a hurry to answer.
after awhile.
The two of them left the restaurant after eating and drinking.
"Senior brother, didn't you say there are stalls on the street over there? Come on, let's go and have a look!"
Gu Anran pulled Ye Yun and walked over unsteadily.
"Little junior sister, have you drank too much from this jar of wine?"
Ye Yun joked.
"I was mainly happy to be with my senior brother, so I didn't suppress my drunkenness..."
Gu Anran chuckled.
Her face turned slightly red, and suddenly the smell of alcohol rose up in her throat. She turned her head away violently, shook her shoulders, and let out a wine burp.
Ye Yun couldn't help laughing.
The brother and sister looked at each other, laughed at each other, and walked into a street on the corner next to them.
This street is not wide, but long and narrow, and there are many monks setting up stalls.
The monks who set up stalls were old and young, dressed in ordinary clothes, and many of them were casual monks who were short of money.
These casual cultivators are much shabbier at first glance than the well-established monks on the streets outside.
As soon as Ye Yun and Gu Anran entered the street, many people were extremely enthusiastic and kept saying hello to them.
"Sir, young lady, please come to my stall and see if there is anything you want to buy?"
Someone greeted.
"Let me see!"
Gu Anran staggered over and squatted down, looking at the things on the stall.
Ye Yun stood aside with a calm expression.
This upper stall only has a few herbs and a few broken magic weapons.
At first glance, they all look like worthless junk.
"It's boring..."
Gu Anran also noticed this, curled his lips, stood up, pulled Ye Yun and walked inside.
When the monk saw this, he quickly shouted: "Don't leave, you two. These things I have are very cheap. I will sell them for the spirit stones!"
"Don't even give it away for free..."
Gu Anran waved her hand and laughed twice.
The two of them walked around for a while, but didn't find anything suitable.
Gu Anran was a little disappointed.
"Little Junior Sister, since we didn't succeed in picking up the missing pieces this time, why don't we go to the auction house and see if we can pick up the missing pieces?"
Ye Yun suggested.
"That's fine..."
Gu Anran nodded, looked at the front of the street, pointed in a certain direction, and said: "We have almost finished walking this street, let's go through it from here!"
"good!"
Ye Yun nodded.
The two people walked forward for about a few dozen feet. At this time, at the end of the street, there were very few people setting up stalls.
There was only an old man with white beard and hair on the street, wearing a white cotton robe, sitting on the ground, closing his eyes and meditating.
The ancient old man opened his eyes, with a look of enthusiasm on his face, and said quickly: "You two fellow Taoists, please stay. Little old man, the swords I sell here are of extraordinary quality. Do you want to pick one?"
Seeing the ancient man boasting about himself, Ye Yun shook his head repeatedly.
"How can you find any good swords in this stall?"
Gu Anran pouted and said nonchalantly.
Although she was careless, she still knelt down at this moment, stretched out her jade hand and grabbed a sword from a pile of broken swords.
This is an extremely broken silver sword with a white dragon on the sword.
"This young lady has good eyesight. This is a silver dragon sword, of royal quality, a truly good sword!"
The old man clicked his tongue and said.
"This sword of yours is just a low-grade emperor-level sword. The blade is so damaged that I guess its power has dropped to the heaven-level..."
Gu Anran's eyes flashed, holding the silver dragon sword in his hand and looking at it constantly.
Ye Yun lowered his head casually and looked at the sword.
"White Dragon Sword?"
The next moment, Ye Yun's expression changed.
Although the sword was bumpy and had many gaps, Ye Yun still recognized it at a glance.
This white dragon sword was one of his master's swords.
"Where did you find this sword?"
Ye Yun took the sword, gently stroked the blade, looked at the ancient man and asked seriously.
"I picked it up in the river. Do you think the little old man stole it?"
The ancient man spread his hands and spoke righteously.
"I want this sword, please give me a price."
Ye Yun said calmly.
The ancient old man hesitated for a moment, looked at Ye Yun, then raised a hand and said firmly: "Fifty thousand spiritual stones, not a penny less!"
"I'll give you one hundred thousand."
Ye Yun threw out a storage bag with an indifferent expression.
"Thank you, sir. You gave me too much. How about you pick a few more swords from this stall?"
The old man was a little flattered and said in a panic.
"No!"
Ye Yun shook his head.
"Brother, this sword is so broken, why do you still want to buy it?"
Gu Anran stood up and asked curiously.
"Let's go first..."
Ye Yun said, pulling Gu Anran and leaving the street.
Go to a secluded place.
"Junior sister, this White Dragon Sword was one of our master's swords back then. I don't know how it ended up in the divine land..."
Ye Yun put his hand on the blade of the sword with a sigh on his face.
"Ah!" Gu Anran suddenly realized it and said with a shocked look on his face: "Brother, could it be said that a disciple of my Shenlong Sect has ever been to the Divine Land?"
Ye Yun slowly analyzed: "I can't tell, maybe it's one of my Shenlong Sect's disciples, maybe it's the master..."
"Master, is he still alive?"
Gu Anran's eyes lit up and he asked subconsciously.
Although in her memory, the master no longer exists, but since there is a senior brother, then there is a master.
Although I don't remember it, it does not prevent the master-disciple relationship from existing.
"Master, he must be gone..."
Looking towards the direction of the tenth sea area, Ye Yun's heart was heavy, his face was sad, and his voice was low.
