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. The armor on their bodies was old, and the iron guns they held in their hands had holes in them. The setting sun was reflected behind the city, and the whole town looked 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 is almost overcrowded.
While walking on the street, Bai Lian could see sword rainbows disappearing from time to time in the sky. Although there were many monks in the city, there were still many flying monks with swords arriving in the city.
Although the people in the city were surprised in their eyes, they seemed to have been accustomed to this scene for a long time. It seems that the monks came to the city with swords more than once every two days.
The merchants in the city kept shouting and shouting, and there were many oxcarts and carriages pushing in the bustling market.
It's just that what's being sold behind a wooden fence in the car is not chickens, ducks, or livestock, but monsters that have been shackled with talismans.
Most of the monks who came into the city were sword cultivators. They surrounded the oxcarts and 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 its head for the onlookers to watch.
If he encounters someone who is disobedient, the iron rod in his hand will be stabbed through the wooden fence, and the fire spirit stone inlaid at the end will be poured into the spiritual power, burning red and hot, and will be 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 such a huge opportunity for good fortune, why don't you just 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 fell to the ground and twitched repeatedly. It was obvious that he was a tough guy. Half of his face was burnt, and a pair of long and ferocious fangs were bared fiercely. He looked at the vendor man with a fierce look. Light.
"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.
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One of the bat demon's left eyes was stabbed to death, black and red, and it was horrifying.
"Hey, hey, we are still choosing. Please be gentle with your little hands. With such an injury, do you want our young master to take a blind man back?" A monk in the crowd suddenly made a voice of dissatisfaction, but it was not because of seeing the monster. He looked miserable but felt pity, and was only angry because the goods he was interested in were damaged.
The merchant hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "This young man is worrying too much. This bat demon has pure blood and violent temperament. It is hard to find. If you don't take a heavy hand, it will be difficult to get rid of the wild nature. What's more, the demon is used by monks to possess spirits, and it has nothing to do with the skin." It doesn’t matter whether it’s good or bad, as long as the demon can live to sacrifice the sword, it’s not a waste.”
The vendor spoke eloquently, as if the demon was born with the destiny of giving human blood as a weapon.
People around him also echoed.
"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 to the bone by dealing with these demons all day long."
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. After laughing a few times, he 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.
The demon who could not bear the torture meant that at the bottom of his vitality, he was a defective product possessed by the spirit of the sacrificial vessel. Naturally, he was quickly cleared of space 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 demons were basically looked down upon by the monks with status, there were already many low-level casual cultivators in the city. They dragged the corpse of the dead demon into the alley with great interest and began to skin and dismantle the bones. He carved up the demon bones like 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.
The mortal town was filled with monks because of demons, almost filling the entire street, and the bustling crowd became more and more lively.
Those who watched the excitement and those who ate melon seeds were all amazed and praised these monks for their great deeds in eliminating harm to the people.
The little bamboo demon saw the scenes in the city clearly, and the actions of gnashing her teeth were particularly shocking on her young face. She clenched her fists, ignoring the cracked wound on her arm, the blood-stained clothes, and the sound of hatred. Said: "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? Brother Hu, didn't you see that this little demon has an owner?" A companion beside him noticed Bailian's presence, stepped forward and saluted him, and said: "I am in Wu Xiangquan, Zeguo Dingxiang People, may I ask what you call your friend?"
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."
Bai Lian nodded in greeting: "Kongcang Mountain, Si Chen."
When they heard the words Kongcang 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 mortals.
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, and I am willing to give you a thousand middle-grade spiritual stones in exchange."
One thousand middle-grade spiritual stones is 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 did not hesitate to offend the powerful to save her from 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.
Bai Lian glanced at the Qiankun bag in his hand and shook his head disinterestedly.
Seeing that he refused so simply and didn't seem to be swayed by the thousand spirit stones at all, Hu Qiong just thought that he saw his interest in winning and deliberately raised the price. A look of displeasure appeared on his face and he said in a deep voice. He said: "Little friend, I believe that no one in this city can offer a higher price than me. I would like to advise you to accept it when you see it."
Bailian 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 Bailian: "I don't need spiritual stones. If you have the elixir to treat 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 that, 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 talk about, 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 pill and said with a smile: "This is Yuanhuang Pill, which is specially used to treat bone fractures. Crush it and mix it with water to make 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."
"Young friend is so generous!" Hu Qiong praised: "Although the 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: "You have done this little friend. 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?" said Balian 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?" .”
"The silver-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 humiliates me! Don’t let this matter go easily!”
As he spoke, to express his dissatisfaction with the humiliation he had suffered, Hu Qiong, whose eyes were red with anger, slammed the spirit stone that Bai Lian had given him with his backhand and smashed it to the ground.
Before the onlookers could say anything to accuse Bailian, they heard Hu Qiong scream strangely. He looked angry and dismissive just now, but now he was squatting down without any image, like a dog pawing for food. On the ground, he groped around nervously, fearing that the spirit stone he had just thrown out would be snatched away.
The moment he took off the spirit stone and smashed it out, he saw that the luster and texture on the spirit stone indicated 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 snow mud off the spirit stone, the crowd of onlookers screamed like waves and made an uproar.
Wu Xiangquan's eyes widened as well. How could Hu Qiong be so lucky? !
He felt great regret.
If he had just mentioned that he had the 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 every 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 Bailian. He was not embarrassed to show off the Hu family's airs from Zeguo.
"Young Master...Young Master, you are really this. I really don't know what Mr. Hu can say about you."
Anyone who can casually take out a top-quality spirit stone must be rich or noble, not to mention that this young man is young. When he gave the spirit stone, there was no trace of pain on his face. Only a child of the first-class family of the Immortal Sect can do it. So generous.
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 put away the elixir slowly. Compared with Hu Qiong's shameless and fawning appearance, he looked neither delicate nor noble, nor arrogant nor comfortable, which formed 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 smile: "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 extremely 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 is not comparable to those powerful families. Looking at this smile, he thought that he had offended this young master. Pi'er couldn't help but tensed up and quickly said with a soft smile: "What does this young master have to say?"
Balian took a few steps forward and stuffed another cold, hard object into his hands under the eyes of the demon trainer with dull disbelief. He acted like a forceful buyer and seller. Duandi is the one who is 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!
I'll be a good boy! He had lived happily for most of his life, and this was the first time he touched a top-quality spiritual stone.
In terms of feelings, this is not a young master, but a real God of Wealth!
The demon trainer who waved the iron rod ferociously in front of the 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, Master?! Just ask, as long as the villain has it, I'll give you anything!"
Balian simply said: "I want these monster cars."
Some miscellaneous 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 and cheap demons They hurt him.
As soon as he entered the city, Balian got a few carts of monsters and it was quite a harvest.
But before he could find a place to live, Pei Yunzhao, who he met outside the city, rushed into the city with a large group of people. He met 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 the tiger to hurt people. You must vent your anger on my nephew's behalf!"
The man he called Uncle Yang was a tall man in civilian clothes. His hair was already graying. 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, 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 skipped a beat and he thought something was wrong?
How come the clan members in Kyoto are 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. Is Mr. Hu trying to show favoritism?"
As soon as the words came out, waves of mocking laughter came from all around.
Pei Yunzhao was confused and didn't understand why they were laughing.
Hu Qiong also laughed, and couldn't help but secretly bump the spirit stone in his sleeve. He raised his eyes and looked at the ignorant young man in front of him sarcastically: "You said he robbed your demon slave?"
Pei Yunzhao didn't like his teasing gaze. Because of Hu's name, he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Yes!"
Hu Qiong laughed loudly, with a deceiving look in his eyes: "It's ridiculous! You, a yellow-haired kid, don't even look in the mirror, so why are you worthy of letting that young man snatch your things?"
Does a person who casually throws out two top-quality spiritual stones look like a person who lacks a demon slave?
Ridiculous!
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