"Meteorite? This is a divine material for refining weapons. I heard that the ancient artifact Donghuang Bell was made from this iron!"
When Zhang Mo heard the words "Meteor from the Sky", his eyes turned red instantly, and he silently took out the sword from his waist.
"This meteorite from the sky, I will do whatever it takes to get it!"
Wang Dachui looked at the meteorite from the sky with little interest. She was not very interested in these things of fighting and killing, and the material used in her dragon and phoenix rings did not match the meteorite.
"Brother Long, what do you think we should eat at Tianxiang Tower later? I heard that Tianxiang Tower recently hunted an ancient sturgeon, which is extremely delicious..."
Long Yang rolled his eyes and said:
"Do you remember the sword in Zhang Mo's hand? This meteorite iron and that sword are a perfect match!"
"And I know what his sword is missing."
Wang Dachui was a little curious.
"What's missing?"
"What is lacking is blood. His sword was also made from this meteorite iron. It has seen too much blood and killed countless people, and the sword spirit has just begun to mature."
"But the blood the sword kills is not strong enough. There is too much inferior blood, and the sword is full of impurities. After the sword becomes intelligent, it begins to reject inferior blood, so he can kill people without getting any blood from the sword."
Long Yang said that he vaguely felt that Zhang Mo's sword posed a great threat to him, but it could be stronger.
Wang Dachui was a little confused.
"Then how can we make those impurities disappear?"
"It's very simple. Use extremely pure blood, supplemented by other meteorite iron, and use blood to refine the sword, and the divine sword will be made."
Long Yang said.
"That is to say, Zhang Mo is bound to win the meteorite from outside the sky!"
Long Yang said firmly.
"I think Zhang Mo should owe me a favor."
"Oh? You're saying that after he bought the Overlord Flower, he no longer has any spiritual stones. You want to take this meteorite and give it to him?"
Wang Dachui reacted.
"That's not all. Haven't you noticed that he has been targeted by Immortal Bitao and a few strong men? This time, he may have underestimated the hero of the Atlanta Trench."
"And he will also have to pay the price for his arrogance."
"At that time, it's time for us to take action. I, Long Yang, want his power."
Long Yang looked domineeringly at Yajian No. 2 next to him and had a crazy idea.
Perhaps, the power of this talented young man Zhang Mo can be used for him.
"I'll pay half a million!"
The old monster Bitao had just been robbed of the Overlord Flower, and he looked very angry. Faced with the meteorite, he directly shouted out the sky-high price of five hundred thousand.
Zhang Mo looked at his bottomed out money bag and looked anxious. He even wanted to return the Overlord Flower and exchange it for this meteorite.
He loves swords as much as his life. His sword is his Tao. It can strengthen his sword. Even if he is asked to give up the Overlord Flower, he can accept it.
"Old Monster Bitao, please give me this meteorite iron for free. I will thank you very much in the future."
After thinking for a long time, Zhang Mo still didn't say the words "Shenhou Mansion".
He doesn't want to use the power of the "Shenhou Mansion" to suppress others, he wants to make everyone surrender with his own strength.
"Who do you think you are? There must be a big thank you. Does Immortal Bitao care about your big thanks?"
Immortal Bitao is in a very bad mood right now. This guy just robbed him of the Overlord Flower. Now he not only calls him an old monster, but also wants him to give him this meteorite for free? What a deception!
Zhang Mo frowned slightly, he didn't understand why the old weirdo Bitao was so angry.
"Humph, fool, you didn't even accept the opportunity given to you."
Immortal Bitao was furious, this boy dared to scold himself.
"No noise is allowed in the auction venue!"
The old man in white from the Nanhai Chamber of Commerce frowned and stepped forward again to suppress the dispute.
"Hmph, boy, when the auction is over, you will die."
Immortal Bitao said through gritted teeth.
"Six hundred thousand!"
"Seven hundred thousand!"
…
"One million!"
Long Yang bid.
"One million, meteorite iron, one million mid-grade spiritual stones, are there any more to add?"
"One million for the first time, one million for the second time, one million for the third time...deal!"
In the end, Long Yang won the extraterrestrial meteorite for one million spiritual stones. After paying the handling fee, he made a net profit of more than 400,000 medium-grade spiritual stones from the auction, doubling his wealth.
Long Yang and Wang Dachui walked happily on the street.
"Brother Long, after making so much money, it's time for us to go to Tianxiang Tower, right?"
Long Yang smiled slightly.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to leave."
I saw Zhang Mo holding a nine-foot green peak and heading straight to Longyang.
"I need meteorite, give it to me, or die!"
Zhang Mo said directly without being sloppy at all.
Long Yang smiled.
He didn't expect Zhang Lonely to be so direct.
"How do you know the meteorite is here?"
Zhang Mo smiled.
"It's just a small skill, not worth mentioning. As long as you understand that I can find you even if you go to the end of the world, that's all."
Long Yang frowned slightly, it seemed that he had been marked.
"Give me a reason why I should give it to you."
Zhang Mo raised his head.
"Give me this meteorite. I owe you a favor and can do something for you."
"Anything!"
Long Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.
"What if I don't agree?"
Zhang Mo looked at the sword in his hand.
"Then, become the dead soul under my sword!"
Zhang Mo flicked Qingfeng in his hand and said indifferently.
"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
The aura on Long Yang's body was clearly revealed. At this moment, Zhang Mo aroused the arrogance in his bones.
Wang Dachui looked at Long Yang in surprise. Ever since they met again, Long Yang had always been smiling without any edge. At this moment, he felt that Long Yang had completely changed!
What he didn't know was that Long Yang would only be so kind when he was by her side.
All the good things about Long Yang were for those close to him.
Zhang Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at Long Yang seriously.
"Is this your true strength? Then, let me learn from you!"
A smile appeared on Long Yang's lips.
"Okay, genius. The fall of genius is a very interesting show!"
"You will pay the price for your arrogance!"
Long Yang didn't want to fight Zhang Mo here. He knew that Zhang Mo had been marked by Immortal Bitao, and he would probably come to his door soon.
In that case, he and Wang Dachui would also be implicated, but the current situation no longer allowed him to retreat.
All mortals have three points of blood, not to mention Long Yang, who has never been a weak person.
The coiled dragon's spine flew out from behind Long Yang, and the tip of the spear faced the sword. The battle was about to break out.
However, this tit-for-tat atmosphere was quickly broken by a group of people approaching.
A group of people in green robes came towards the two of them, led by Old Monster Bitao. The people from Bitao Sect were so powerful that they blocked the entire street.
From behind, people from the Yasha Cult were coming. Seeing this formation, the casual cultivators on the street fled one after another.
The people from Qinghai Xuan came from another direction. The Qinghai Demon Dao had a weird smile on his face, which was particularly scary.
In the entire street, only Long Yang, Wang Dachui and Zhang Mo were left, tightly surrounded by people from Bitao Sect, Yaksha Mansion and Qinghai Xuan, while people from Fengyu Palace watched the show coldly from a distance.
"It looks like there's going to be blood in Nanyang City today."
Su Meier, the master of Fengyu Palace, was sitting in the Tianxiang Tower, sipping the wine in front of her and looking in the mirror. She was extremely satisfied with her appearance. She felt that she became more attractive after taking the pill.
And in the teahouse on the other side.
Xiao Bishui, the top gangster in Atlanta, sat in a teahouse with a young woman and looked coldly at the scene in the distance.
"After all these years, this old monster Bitao still only bullies others. It's really a shame!"
She turned around, not bothering to look at the bad behavior of Immortal Bitao.
"Yu'er, I didn't buy you anything that the sacred tree Linhai can use today. I feel very ashamed. If Immortal Bitao snatches the Overlord Flower from that boy later, I plan to take action."
"When the time comes, I will throw the Overlord Flower to you. You hurry up and enter the sacred forest sea. Remember, you are the future of my Blood Demon Sect. Never let your emotions influence you."
Xiao Bishui spoke earnestly to the charming woman in front of him. She looked a little old.
"What about you, Master?"
The girl named Yu'er spoke with a strange charm in her voice. Coupled with her perfect face, she had a strong and wonderful charm that made people want to stop.
"My life is over and my life has come to an end. Even if I don't fight here, I have no future."
"You have to walk your own path, Yu'er, everything in the Blood Demon Palace is left to you."
Yu'er nodded with tears in her eyes.
The Mobi Man stood on the high roof with a pen in his hand, his eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The ink pen in his hand trembled slightly, as if he was expecting something.
The three forces tightly surrounded the three people without any gaps.
"Boy, hand over the meteorite, and then you can get out."
Long Yang was now wearing the Bianhua mask and was not recognized, but his conversation with Zhang Mo was heard. Therefore, everyone knew that he was the mysterious owner of Room No. 1 and the one who bought the meteorite iron.
people.
"As for you, you are too arrogant and I can't think of a reason to spare you."
Immortal Bitao looked at Zhang Mo closely, with a gloomy face, and directly sentenced him to death.
Zhang Mo sneered.
"Just you losers, come on together."
Immortal Bitao sneered. After the Qilin battle, he had already reached the half-step Golden Immortal realm. It can be said that no one is his opponent in the Atlanta Trench.
"Boy, you are very crazy, but crazy people die quickly!"
"I don't like you, you must die!"
Immortal Bitao's eyes were filled with anger as he stared at Zhang Mo and said.
At this time, King Yaksha also walked up.
"What's the ink mark? Kill them quickly. We'll share the Overlord Flower equally. Meteor Iron's words are of no use to me. You can do whatever you want."
After the Yaksha King was injured by Qilin, he fled back to Yaksha Mansion, found the toad family, slaughtered the entire toad family, sucked their blood, and then regained his strength.
People from Bitao Sect, Yaksha Mansion, and Qinghai Xuan immediately stood in all directions and formed a strange formation to prevent Long and the other three from escaping.
It seems that the disciples of these three sects have been cooperating for a long time. Although there have been rumors that Qinghai Taoist and King Yaksha are at odds, at this time, it seems that the three sects are all obeying the same organization.
"Stop talking nonsense and fight if you want."
Zhang Mo suddenly roared, and took action with his long sword. The powerful sound waves swept around like a tsunami. Many windows on the streets of Nanyang City were shattered. The huge noise made the entire Nanyang City tremble.
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Old Monster Bitao could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He stepped on the void with his feet and pressed towards Zhang Mo like a mountain. The runes in his hands surged, and a powerful force went straight towards Zhang Mo.
Suddenly, the two figures collided violently in this earth-shattering roar! The impact of Zhang Mo and Bi Tao was so huge that it destroyed all the surrounding buildings, and the sound of house collapse could not be heard.
"It seems that we must fight today!"
Long Yang tightly protected Wang Dachui behind him, looked at King Yaksha and Qinghai Taoist approaching, sighed secretly, and took off the Bianhua flower mask.
Suddenly, a handsome man appeared on the scene.
His long golden hair was casually draped over his shoulders, moving with the water, and there was a lazy smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. His whole body exuded the air of a king who ruled the world, like a god descending from heaven.
Long Yang focused all his spiritual energy on the dragon spine that was more than ten feet long in his hand. The golden-red gun body trembled violently, emitting a shocking and ear-splitting dragon roar!
"Slay the dragon, break the sky, the first move!"
Long Yang said slowly with a cold face.
"He is Long Yang! Why is Long Yang here! Come here and kill him!"
Long Yang was instantly recognized, and King Yaksha was extremely frightened. Then he used his three heads and six arms to attack Long Yang crazily.
The Qinghai Taoist was also frightened and did not dare to neglect. The long sword in his hand combined with the Taoist talisman released the unparalleled sword energy in the distance, suppressing Long Yang from a distance.
Long Yang calmly waved the gun. At this time, he was like a god in the gun, just to protect the girl behind him.
The front of the spear erupted with streaks of crackling light that looked like electric snakes. They continued to flow along the length of the gun, and at the same time, five or six feet of twisted electric light was continuously pulled out from the tip of the spear.
Every time a bright light is pulled out, it will explode into clusters of golden-red explosions, making loud noises and crackling sounds. The incomparably powerful gun technique makes people stunned and terrified.
"This Long Yang is too strong. He can fight against two veteran masters by himself. Not only does he not fall behind, he even overpowers them!"
The strong wind roared, the spears were flying in a chaotic manner, and the fierce dragon-slaying attack made King Yaksha unable to breathe.
"I'm not a flower vase, I don't need you to protect me!"
Suddenly, Wang Dachui sacrificed his dragon and phoenix rings and charged into the battlefield brazenly.
Suddenly, dragons and phoenixes danced in the field, and the double rings matched the sound of gunshots, just like mountains and rivers, and the sound of harps and harps. The coordination was perfect, and the King of Yaksha and the Qinghai Taoist were defeated step by step.
At this time, Immortal Bitao had completely suppressed Zhang Mo, the young man from Shenhou Mansion. His sword was not sharp enough.
Zhang Mo's heart kept roaring, and his blood was burning.
"I want to kill the immortal!"
"The Immortal-killing Sword Technique, activate!"
The suppressed genius burst out with great resilience and creativity, creating a miraculous swordsmanship.
A scorching sword light suddenly emitted from the long sword, attacking the enemy like an undercurrent. Suddenly, an unparalleled sword energy was generated, and it swiftly slashed through the blue sea water, bringing out a terrifying roar.
Voice!
The light of the sword collided heavily with the whisk held by Immortal Bitao, and the dazzling sparks erupted, making the scorching sun in the sky dim! A loud noise like a thunderbolt in the clear sky spread from the sky to the ground, and even shook the ground into a big hole!
"These two people are both peerless geniuses!"
Immortal Bitao was shocked. It was not enough to have Long Yang. Now this young man was also so amazing and talented.
"No, we must kill them all here, otherwise there will be endless trouble!"
Immortal Bitao looked grim and said:
"Set up the formation!"
Immediately, the eight members of the Bitao Sect dispersed and stood in different positions, muttering to themselves and spitting out strange runes.
"Lock!"
Immediately, the formation unfolded, locking Long Yang and the other three tightly in it.
"Huh, let's see how you run like this. Let's play slowly!"
This is a golden lock formation with gates. Its defense is extremely powerful. With eight gates and one lock, gods cannot escape.
Immortal Bitao intensified his attack. He waved the fly whisk in his hand and unleashed the divine light of the cranes. Countless cranes pecked at Zhang Mo's long sword. Zhang Mo gradually became weak and blood oozed from his mouth. The only way to resist was to consume a huge amount of the Zhuxian Sword Art.
But every time he released the Killing Immortal Sword Technique, Immortal Bitao directly threw the body of a disciple to block him. Zhang Mo was suppressed and unable to fight back.
After all, he is only a late-stage Heavenly Immortal, while Bitao Immortal is already a half-step master of the Golden Immortal Realm.
At this time, Qinghai Taoist and King Yaksha also stabilized, and they discovered that Wang Dachui was Long Yang's weakness.
All attacks were directed at Wang Dachui, and Long Yang was a little overwhelmed.
The formation gradually shrank, and groups of disciples rushed forward without fear of life or death.
Long Yang gradually became tired, and everything seemed to be getting worse.