The town located on the outskirts of the barren mountains and swamps is called 'Muqiu City'. Before entering the city, you can see that the city is remote and barren. The city walls made of marl stone walls reveal a bit of backwardness and barrenness.
Even the guards at the top of the city were all elderly men, their armors were old and the iron guns they were holding had holes in them.
The setting sun was reflected behind the city, and the whole town seemed a bit dejected.
After entering the city, Bailian realized that he had deliberately landed outside the city many times.
At this moment, there are many monks from all over the city gathered in the city. They are decorated in different ways. There are many shops in the two long streets, and the inn in front of you is almost overcrowded.
While walking on the street, Balian could see sword rainbows falling from the sky from time to time. Although there were many monks in the city, there were still many flying monks with swords descending on the city.
Although the eyes of the people in the city were filled with amazement, they seemed to have been accustomed to this scene for a long time. It seems that the monks came to the city with their swords more than once every two days.
The merchants in the city kept shouting and shouting, and there were many oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages pushing in the bustling market.
It's just that what's being sold behind a wooden fence inside the car is not chickens, ducks, or livestock, but monsters that have been shackled and cursed with talismans.
Most of the monks who came into the city were sword cultivators. They gathered around the ox-carts and horse-drawn carriages with great interest, commenting on the monsters in the prison cars as if they were selecting merchandise.
The owner of the carriage, the merchant, was also a monk. He held an iron rod inlaid with a fire spirit stone in his hand. He kept waving the rod and ordered the demon in the prison car to raise his head for the onlookers to admire.
If he encounters anyone who is disobedient, the iron rod in his hand will be stabbed through the wooden fence hard.
The fire spirit stone inlaid at the head was filled with spiritual power, burning red and hot, and burned directly on the body.
Amidst the shrill screams, the smell of burning flesh suddenly dissipated, causing the other demon clansmen to shrink and scream.
"You bastard monsters! Now that you have a huge opportunity for good fortune right in front of you, why don't you be honest with me! If you are destined to fall in love with these noble people and become immortals in the future, you will still have to thank me!"
The bat demon that was stabbed by the red-hot iron rod and fell to the ground twitching repeatedly was obviously a tough guy.
Half of his face was burnt, and a pair of long, pointed and ferocious fangs were bared fiercely, glaring fiercely at the vendor man.
"How dare you stare at me, you bitch!" the vendor laughed ferociously, and stabbed her face mercilessly with the red-hot iron rod in his hand.
One of the bat demon's left eyes was stabbed to death, and it was covered in black and red blood. It was a terrifying situation.
"Hey, hey, we are still choosing. You should be gentler with your little hands. If you are injured like this, do you want our young master to take a blind man back?"
A monk among the crowd immediately made a voice of dissatisfaction. It was not because he felt pity for the monster's miserable appearance, but because he was angry because the goods he was looking for were damaged.
The merchant hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "This young man is overly worried. This bat demon has a pure bloodline and a violent temperament that is hard to find. If we don't take a heavy hand, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get rid of it.
What's more, the demon is used by monks to possess spirits, and it has nothing to do with the quality of the skin. As long as the demon can live to sacrifice the sword, it is not a waste."
The vendor spoke eloquently, as if demons were born with the fate of giving human blood as weapons.
People around him also agreed.
"Yes, it's just a demon with a strong temper. There's nothing to feel sorry for. As long as you don't kill it, the dying one will be more obedient, and it's better to take it back to be sacrificed."
"That's right, if the demon trainer didn't have any means, he would probably be eaten away by these demons all day long without any bones left."
Some people even cheered and said: "Well done, come on, give the two little monsters I have taken a liking to and give them two sticks to make them submissive so I can take them away."
The vendor obviously wanted to show off his skills. He laughed a few times and then beat him brutally with an iron rod.
Naturally, there were weak monsters in the carriage who could not bear the violence. The iron rods with great spiritual power were pierced hard. Some monsters' spines were directly pierced. They screamed and collapsed to the ground. They fell and could no longer climb up.
stand up.
Demons that cannot withstand torture mean they have low vitality and are defective sacrificial vessels with spirits attached to them.
Naturally, no one expected that they would be quickly cleared out of the empty seats and thrown out of the carriage.
The demon who was so angry that he threw off the carriage could hardly find a good piece of meat from his body, and the filthy and fishy smell reeked of death and decay.
Although these little monsters are basically looked down upon by those monks with status.
But there were still many low-level casual cultivators in the city, who enthusiastically dragged the corpse of the dead demon into the alley and began to skin and remove the bones, carving up the demon's bones as if they were distributing prey.
Although these low-level demon bones are looked down upon by demon trainers, they are a huge windfall for people like them who have just embarked on the path of cultivation with no background.
Mortal towns were filled with monks because of demons, almost filling the entire street, and the bustling crowd became more and more lively.
Those watching the excitement and eating melon seeds were all amazed and kept praising these monks for their righteous deeds of eliminating harm to the people.
The little bamboo demon saw the scenes in the city clearly, and the gnashing of teeth reflected on that young face looked particularly shocking.
She clenched her fists, ignoring the cracked wound on her arm and the blood-stained clothes, and said bitterly: "Do you think, in a world like this, anyone would be willing to heal a demon?"
She was still young, and the demonic lines on her forehead had not yet been completely shed. She was walking on the street without any cover, and naturally she was quickly discovered by interested people.
"Huh? There's a little demon missing here? Look at the bones of this one. It's a good one." A tall, thin, middle-aged monk with a mustache looked at the little bamboo demon in surprise.
"What's missing? Didn't Brother Hu see that this little demon has an owner?"
A companion beside him noticed Bai Lian's presence, stepped forward and saluted him, and said: "I am Wu Xiangquan, a native of Zeguo and Dingxiang. How dare you call me my friend?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The middle-aged monk with a mustache also gave a brief self-introduction: "My surname is Hu, and my single name is Qiong. I come from the Hu family in Kyoto, Zeguo."
Bailian nodded in greeting: "Kong Cangshan, Si Chen."
When they heard the words "Kong Cang Mountain", both of them frowned.
There were rumors that gods lived in the mountain range near the endless sea in the early years, but there were very few immortal families in the Central Plains who established their gates in this mountain.
Although the mountain is high and far away, most of the people who live there are ordinary people.
Based on this deduction, this young man should not be a member of the Zhongding family.
Hu Qiong chuckled, handed a light yellow Qiankun bag to Bai Lian, and said with a polite smile: "To be honest, this little demon bone next to me is delicate and delicate, and it is really an excellent bone for refining weapons. If
Little friend, I will bear the pain and give up my love, but I am willing to give you a thousand middle-grade spiritual stones in exchange."
One thousand middle-grade spiritual stones is quite a generous number.
The merchant and demon trainer who was shouting at the side was extremely jealous. These thousand spiritual stones could be exchanged for half a car of his demon slaves.
This kid is lucky enough to be able to hunt such an excellent monster.
The little bamboo demon knew very well how expensive and important the spirit stone was. Seeing how generous the man was, his heart tightened, and he suddenly had a horrifying thought.
This young man wanted to save her from the powerful even if he offended them. Could it be that he planned to bring her into the city to sell her?!
Then a fear suddenly arose in her body, and she felt regretful for her carelessness.
Balian glanced at the Qiankun bag in his hand and shook his head without interest.
Seeing that he refused so simply, he didn't seem to be swayed by the thousands of spirit stones at all.
Hu Qiong just thought that he saw his interest in winning and deliberately raised the price.
He couldn't help but show a trace of displeasure on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Little friend, I believe that no one in this city can offer a higher price than me. I advise you to accept it when you see it."
Bai Lian laughed and said: "Why, people in Zeguo like to buy and sell by force?"
Hu Qiong's face sank, and he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Balian: "I don't need spiritual stones. If you have the elixir for treating bone injuries, I can make a deal with you."
Hearing this, the little bamboo demon's body, which was originally pale and frightened, trembled slightly, the gloomy color in his eyes disappeared, and he raised his eyes clearly, looking at Bai Lian intently.
Upon hearing it, it turned out that what Balian valued was not the spiritual stone.
This made Hu Qiong breathe a sigh of relief, and his face turned from gloomy to clear: "Easy to say, I am a descendant of the Hu family in Kyoto, and there is no shortage of healing elixirs."
He took out a fist-sized red-yellow elixir pill and said with a smile: "This is Yuanhuang elixir, which is specially used to treat fractured bones. Crush it and mix it with water to form a thick plaster. Apply it to the wound and it will heal on its own the next day."
It can be cured in a day, and it is indeed a good medicine.
Balian is also decisive: "That's it."
"My little friend is so generous!" Hu Qiong praised: "Although Yuanhuang Pill is precious, it is far inferior to these thousand middle-grade spiritual stones. For the sake of my little friend being so happy, these spiritual stones and pills
, I offer it with both hands."
"I think you have misunderstood." Balian smiled, raised his hand to take the Yuanhuang Pill in his hand, and then stuffed another cold thing into his hand.
Hu Qiong was startled. The texture of the thing in his hand was actually a spiritual stone?
Immediately he became furious: "Are you kidding me?"
His companion Wu Xiangquan also frowned and was very unhappy: "My friend, I have done this. Brother Hu is clearly interested in the little demon next to you. How can you just use a spiritual stone to do this?"
The land was sent away.”
"When did I say I was going to sell her?" Balian said with a smile.
"But you clearly promised well just now!"
Bailian said: "What I just said was to make a deal with you. It is exactly the same as your intention. Since you can use spiritual stones to buy and sell by force, why don't you allow others to use spiritual stones to buy the things in your hands?"
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"Smooth-tongued mountain boy! How can the two be confused! I sincerely offered a thousand spiritual stones in exchange, but you actually want to exchange for Yuanhuang Dan with just one spiritual stone. It's simply a wishful thinking! You
Such behavior is humiliating to me! Don’t let this matter go easily!”
As he spoke, in order to express his dissatisfaction with the humiliation he had suffered, Hu Qiong, whose eyes were red with anger, threw the spirit stone that Bai Lian had given him with his backhand and smashed it to the ground.
Before the crowd could say anything to accuse Bailian, Hu Qiong just heard a strange scream.
He looked angry and dismissive just now, but at this moment, he was like a dog pawing for food. He squatted on the ground without any image, groping around nervously, fearing that the spiritual stone he had just thrown out would be snatched away.
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The moment he took off the spirit stone and smashed it out, he saw that the luster and texture on the spirit stone showed that it was a low-grade spirit stone or a middle-grade spirit stone. It was clearly an extremely rare and top-grade spirit stone!
Hu Qiong felt so regretful that his intestines were beginning to knot in his stomach. In a panic, he finally found the spiritual stone in the snow.
When he exhaled and carefully wiped the slush off the spiritual stone, the crowd of onlookers screamed in surprise and made an uproar.
Wu Xiangquan's eyes widened as well. How could this Hu Qiong be so lucky?!
He felt great regret.
If he had just mentioned that he had a magical elixir for treating bone injuries, wouldn't it mean that he was the one who got this precious and top-grade spiritual stone now?
That is a top-quality spiritual stone. A spiritual mountain with a rich spiritual energy can only produce one top-quality spiritual stone in a hundred years!
Where did this kid come from, a prodigal son, and he was simply exchanged for a Yuanhuang Pill?
Hu Qiong nervously put the spirit stone into his pocket under the wolf-like gazes, and then raised his head and smiled coquettishly at Bai Lian, showing how embarrassed he was to show off the Hu family's airs from Zeguo.
"Young Master...Young Master, you are really awesome. I really don't know what Mr. Hu can say about you."
Anyone who can casually take out a top-quality spiritual stone is either rich or noble.
Not to mention that this young man was young, and when he was given the spirit stone, there was no trace of pain on his face. Only a child of a first-class family in the Immortal Sect could be so magnanimous.
The title also changed from Xiaoyou to Young Master.
Although the monks on the side looked disdainful, they were also extremely envious of Hu Qiong's good luck.
Balian slowly put away the elixirs. Compared with Hu Qiong's shameless and fawning appearance, he looked neither delicate nor noble, nor arrogant nor comfortable, forming a sharp contrast with him.
He showed no emotion and anger, and replied lightly: "Your Excellency just said that I have humiliated you, and you can't let it go. I wonder what kind of 'never let it go' method is used?"
Hu Qiong looked embarrassed and could only continue to apologize: "Young master is really joking. I just made a mistake. I hope you won't forgive me."
Balian smiled softly: "What, you don't want the Yao'er beside me anymore?"
"Don't dare, don't dare. This demon and the young master are very much at odds with each other. I don't dare to take away the young master's favor. The demon slave from the demon trainer is good, not bad..."
Hu Qiong is not stupid. The value of a top-quality spiritual stone is far greater than that of the little demon. If he refuses to accept it after seeing it, it will make this generous young master lively, and the gain will not be worth the loss.
"Really?" Balian's eyes turned and fell on the merchant demon trainer, and smiled at him.
The demon trainer who was born as a merchant was not as powerful as those aristocratic families. Looking at this smile, he thought he had offended the young master, and his skin tightened.
He quickly apologized in a low voice and said with a smile: "What does this young master have to say?"
Balian took a few steps forward and thrust something cold and hard into his hand under the demon trainer's dull and disbelieving gaze.
He behaves like a man who buys and sells by force, but Duandi is the one who gets taken advantage of.
"I want to make a deal with you, what do you think? You have to imitate that person and smash it before you can talk to me properly?"
Balian was sarcastic in a serious manner, which made Hu Qiong smile bitterly without daring to refute.
The demon trainer stared blankly at the top-quality spiritual stone in his hand, his face blank for a while, and his heart turned upside down!
He just wanted to catch monsters for nothing, and take advantage of Tianxi Sword Sect's opportunity to recruit disciples and make a small fortune from it.
I didn’t make a small fortune, but I made a windfall!
Be a good boy! He has lived happily for most of his life, and this is the first time he has touched the best spiritual stone.
Emotionally, this is not a young master, but a real God of Wealth!
The demon trainer who waved the iron rod ferociously in front of demons and ignored his life was almost moved to the point of kneeling by Balian in front of this important dead spiritual stone.
Tears filled his eyes, he threw the iron rod in his hand to the ground, and gave Balian a solid salute: "What do you want, young master? Just ask, as long as the villain has it, you can get anything!"
Balian simply said: "I want these monster cars."
Some bastard monsters are simply incomparable to this top-quality spiritual stone. Only a fool would bargain with Balian at this time.
The demon trainer did not hesitate to hand over the main talisman to control these monsters to Balian, and also carefully explained how to use it. He even wanted to teach Balian all the skills of demon training, lest these ignorant demons
They hurt him.
It's true that money can make you go round.
As soon as he entered the city, Bailian got a few carts of monsters and it was quite a harvest.
But before he could find a place to live, Pei Yunzhao, whom he met outside the city, rushed into the city with a large group of people. He faced Bailian who was sitting on the carriage, raised his whip in his hand, and shouted sternly
Said: "Uncle Yang! This is the man who took away my demon slave and used a tiger to hurt people. You must vent your anger on my nephew's behalf!"
The man he called Uncle Yang was a burly man in civilian clothes with gray hair. He looked a bit old. He was a peak monk from Takumi and could be regarded as a strong man who dominated the party.
He glanced at Bailian with a pair of cruel eyes, snorted coldly, and was about to speak, when a furious voice sounded not far away: "How outrageous! Where did the rustic bandits come from, and they are talking nonsense here!"
"You are so presumptuous! I am Pei Yunzhao, the head of the Zeguo Prefectural Court. This son has violated the law by taking my demon slave. If you want to cover him up, you will be punished as well!"
"It's ridiculous. The capital of a mere prefect's court dares to shout here, I am Hu Qiong, the Hu clan of Zeguo, and I am in charge of a legal clan in Kyoto. You dare to judge the crimes of my Hu family!"
As soon as he heard the words "Ze Guo Hu", Pei Yunchao's heart thumped and he thought something was wrong?
How come the clan members in Kyoto were involved?
He quickly dismounted and looked at Hu Qiong with a frown, his attitude was quite polite: "Even the Hu people in Kyoto have to pay attention to one thing. This son took my demon slave by force. Could it be that Mr. Hu wants to show favoritism?"
As soon as the words came out, bursts of mocking laughter came from all around.
Pei Yunzhao was confused and didn't understand why they were laughing.
Hu Qiong also laughed, and involuntarily tipped the spirit stone in his sleeve. He raised his eyes and looked mockingly at the ignorant young man in front of him: "You said he robbed your demon slave?"
Pei Yunzhao didn't like his teasing look very much. Because of Hu's name, he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Yes!"
Hu Qiong laughed loudly and looked foolishly: "It's ridiculous! You, a yellow-haired kid, don't even look in the mirror. How can you let that young man snatch your things?"
Does a person who casually throws out two top-grade spiritual stones look like a person who lacks a demon slave?