There were three combatants, a tall man with a thick cheekbone, a plain-looking middle-aged woman, and a tall, thin man with a solemn expression.
It was a mess, with scorched earth and pits everywhere.
It was Daqing, and hundreds of monks came to the inn one after another.
The bearded, middle-aged woman is a perfect match between heaven and man, and she is tall and thin. The two parties are equally matched in strength.
"Death to the dog thief!" the bearded man shouted, and the Qingming sword slashed out.
The bearded man felt his arms swell, and his magic power was rolled back, almost breaking through his meridians, his skin turned red, and blood oozed from his pores.
Not far away, an old man in a green robe held the Qingming Sword tightly with three fingers and said with a smile: "On this happy day, don't kill anyone!"
The beard was so violently repulsed that he couldn't even speak a single word when he opened his mouth.
Xue Tong had already heard the monk not far behind him whispering: "Master Mao of the General Alliance, what does Xuan Xie mean?"
"Mr. Mao hasn't shown up for decades, how could he happen to be passing by today?"
"I didn't know, stop talking nonsense!"
Xue Tong also admired Mao Haoting's sharp fingering. He thought that after months of hard training, he could probably do it, but it would never be so easy.
In the later period of Mao Haoting's martial arts career, Xuan Xie's finger was his signature skill, and he was known for his extreme speed and ruthlessness. It was rumored that monks at the same level would die under Xuan Xie's finger even if they won with magical weapons.
"Senior Mao?" the middle-aged woman suddenly remembered and said hesitantly.
"Why are you fighting?" Mao Haoting asked as he glanced around.
Xue Tong lowered his head to avoid it and listened carefully.
"Senior has clearly learned that I am incompatible with the thieves. If we see him today, there is no reason not to kill him." The bearded man said calmly.
"We are causing trouble in the Qi League, not to mention killing people. I heard that the young people want to fish in troubled waters, why are you joining in the fun!" Mao Gaoting scolded.
"No way, senior, please don't misunderstand me!" The bearded man looked panicked.
"roll!"
Before he finished speaking, three strong winds blew across the courtyard, and the bearded people disappeared on the spot.
Xue Tong saw clearly that Mao Gaoting and Xuan Xie's finger were out three times, grabbing the person by the back of the neck and throwing him away.
The three men with beards had paralyzed muscles and bones, their magic power failed to function, and they suffered a lot from falling to the ground.
"Master Taoist, I admire you for your profound cultivation!" Xue Tong was suddenly moved and took the initiative to strike up a conversation.
There has been no news from the Hai Clan, so Xue Tong has begun to take the initiative to attack.
"Who are you?" Mao Gaoting was greatly surprised. In front of him, few strangers dared to talk randomly.
"Luo is a monk from Canghai. He wants to inquire about a person named Duobu." Xue Tong asked through a message.
"I've never heard of this person!" Mao Gaoting raised his feet and left.
"Luo is staying at the inn. Please let me know if the Taoist priest thinks of anything. If someone causes trouble during the celebration, Luo may be able to help." Xue Tong ignored Mao Gaoting's ugly face and transmitted the message again.
"Oh, it's rare that you are so hot on the ancient road..." Mao Haoting didn't say a word, but suddenly took action when no one was prepared.
Xue Tong suddenly felt fluctuations in the void and turned out his palm.
Hit the back of Hyun Seop’s finger!
Mao Gaoting wanted to poke Xue Tong with his fingers as a small punishment, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain, and his two fingers were swollen like carrots.
He lowered his sleeves to hide his injuries, fired his power backwards, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
…
"Go to the Hai Clan Guild Hall and ask He Jin. It's been so long and there's no news?"
"Just say that I am going to show up as King Jiao's weapon master." Xue Tong told Du Cheng.
Du Cheng came and went in a hurry and brought back a secret message: "Jiacang's whereabouts are unknown, Duobu has left the royal capital, and there are rumors that several forces have infiltrated the celebration. The details are yet to be verified. Taoist Priest can use the title of Hai Clan's weapon master."
Du Cheng handed over a Jiaowang jade tablet.
The secret letter is unlocked with a formula and the late-level magic power of the Martial Saint. Even if Du Cheng is accidentally investigated, he only needs to quietly read the wrong formula and the letter will be burned without leaking the information.
Xue Tong changed his hope to Mao Gaoting.
The so-called Alliance Grand Celebration, in addition to the official day ceremony for the appearance of the Alliance's top leaders, the month-long gatherings are the real highlight. They gather popularity and exchange spiritual objects. Maintaining order during this period is particularly important.
But Mao Gaoting, who had not been seen for decades, rarely appeared in the guest house, which still puzzled Xue Tong.
…
"Tuk Tuk" knocks on the door, and the Tsing Yi Celestial Being comes to visit.
"Senior Luo, Master Mao has invited me, can you please move to Baoshuo Manor tonight?" the Heavenly Man cultivator saluted and handed over his name card.
"What's going on at Baoshuo Village?" Xue Tong asked.
"I don't know. Legend has it that there is an important guest, and Mao Sheng invited the seniors temporarily."
"There has been a lot of chaos in various places recently?" Xue Tong asked.
"There is a lot of noise, and there is a feeling of chaos. In order to protect the interests of the alliance, the Qi Alliance will inevitably offend outsiders. On the day of the celebration, there is often trouble. This is also the practice of Cang country, and more than half of the alliance will do this."
"With a few powerful allies, no one dares to mess around?"
"Yes, such as the Dark Immortal Master Alliance."
"It's rare for Saint Mao to appreciate his favor. Luo will go to Baoshuo Manor. When you see Mao Haoting later, don't forget to tell Luo his identity." Xue Tong handed over the Jiao King jade plaque and said with a smile.
The Tsing Yi cultivator took a look at the card and said with joy, "Sheng Luo has a distinguished status. I am blind and ignorant. Please forgive me."
…
Baoshuo Village is a large shop facing the street.
It's decorated with jewels and lights, and it closed early today, making the backyard a busy scene.
When Xue Tong sat down, there were already five cultivators in the hall, and among them was the Corpse Demon, which made him slightly stunned.
I have never seen a corpse demon in a serious situation.
The corpse demon is sitting on a large stone chair. His skin is lumpy and shell-like. Only his lower body is covered with loose culottes. His head is as big as a bucket, and his copper bell eyes are ferocious. He is a late-stage martial saint.
The rest are either tall or short, ranging from the early stage to the later stage.
There was only a middle-aged monk with a kind face, a tall Taoist priest, and a brocade blue robe with snow-white sleeves.
"King Jiao's weapon master, Taoist Master Luo Sheng." Mao Gaoting introduced.
The cultivators greeted him politely, and the name of King Wu Jiao was valid in the Cang Kingdom.
Sixteen stone chairs were filled, with the fifth cultivator from the Qi Alliance. Master Tianyan beside Mao Gaoting was the first to speak: "The Nine-Nine Celebration Ceremony will be held in two days. The leader of the alliance asked me to express my gratitude on my behalf."
"Fellow Taoist Tianyan, please don't be polite. The Nine-Nine Alliance is celebrating. What valuable treasure does the Alliance have? Show it to you as soon as possible?" Bald Tuo shouted.
"Brother Tieduo is still so impatient. It turns out that you are also a frequent visitor to Baoshuo Village, unlike these new Taoist friends." Master Tianyan glanced in the direction of the corpse demon and said.
The cultivators remained silent, and Tian Yan seemed to have an ordinary face.
On the other hand, Mao Haoting, who rarely showed up, had eyes passing over him from time to time.
"Tomorrow the leaders of the general altar will meet. It's not too late to talk about important treasures. Your spiritual objects are also good." Mao Gaoting answered to resolve the embarrassment.
"Is King Jiao coming? As far as I know, very few leaders of the Eight Alliances are present." The brocade-robed monk suddenly said.
"King Jiao is in no time, Representative Luo." Xue Tong said boldly.
"Does Taoist Luo bring something good?" Tietoutuo asked.
Xue Tong thought, "Luo doesn't have any special spiritual objects. Let's take a look at your treasures and inquire about the whereabouts of Jin Moduobu."
The corpse demon's face sank, and he hummed: "Dobu still owes me the elixir, where did he go?"
No one answered, so Tian Yan took out a bracelet and said, "The Weapon Alliance has prepared some spiritual objects, mainly fourth-grade magic weapons and tempered earth. Feel free to exchange whatever is needed."
None of the people present were ordinary people, and Tianyan's treasure was not eye-catching.
"The Qi Alliance is getting worse and worse. After many alliance celebrations, they always use ordinary things to excuse themselves." The thin man in the west said sarcastically.
"That's right." The other two cultivators followed suit.
"Why did Fellow Daoist Min say this? How could the Dan Alliance and the Demon Alliance be the same?"
"How can the spirit-containing blood of the Demon Alliance be comparable to the magical weapons and tempered soil of the Weapon Alliance?" Min Xilin said disdainfully.
What Min Xilin said is true. Tempered soil is a product. The vast continents of Lumu and even the Demonic Sea are all "barren lands" in the spiritual world, and there are very few fifth-grade products.
More than seventy years ago, Meng Qing had seen the fifth grade, and since then it had only relied on the not-so-rare fourth grade to suppress the formation. Min Xilin's sarcasm was not forced.
The faces of the Qi Alliance monks became uglier than the last.
"I have a treasure, can you guys take a look?"
Tietoutuo came to the rescue, unfolded his pouch and said.
The old iron box is stained with dirt and grime.
"The Haokun Iron Box has unknown contents and cannot be opened no matter what." Tietoutuo said.
There is a thin slit in the middle of the iron box, which can be staggered up and down.
"Restricted by the true magic level, Haokun Iron absorbs the spiritual energy of the world and maintains it for a long time. All methods have been exhausted. It is better to exchange for some spiritual stones." Tietoutuo said again.
This is a rare treasure!
"Where did it come from?" Min Xilin asked.
"Dug from the bottom of the sea?"
"Where exactly?"
"Why do you care so much? If you want to buy it, just set the price. If you don't want to buy it, don't be verbose."
The brocade-robed monk said: "A fourth-grade magical weapon?"
"I won't sell it!" Tietoutuo flatly refused.
"Two pieces?" The brocade-robed monk increased the price.
"I won't sell it." Tietoutuo's voice remained firm.
"Is there anyone who bids higher than Yue?" The brocade-robed monk stopped raising the price and asked vaguely.
All practitioners are well aware of the situation on the field.
Since Tietoutuo showed off his treasure, he had no way to retreat. If he didn't take action, the news that he was carrying a treasure would spread that day, and he would eventually be killed.
"Three pieces!" Min Xilin said.
He negotiated with his two friends and planned to use a weapon each to get the treasure. If it really couldn't be used, he would try to make a move to get back the capital.
"Brother Tianyan, Toutuo is the place to support your alliance." Tie Toutuo said that three pieces can be sold, and he hopes that the alliance will continue to bid.
"Qiu Meng...Qiu Meng..." As a great monk in the late stage of Martial Saint, Master Tianyan stuttered.
"Four pieces!" Mao Gaoting interrupted in a deep voice.
Min Xilin suddenly turned dark and asked coldly: "Is this the Qi Alliance's claim or is it Taoist Master Mao's own intention?"
This is a serious question.
Mao Haoting has no right to represent the Qi Alliance. Even if the leader of the alliance is present, he still needs the support of his colleagues in the Qi Alliance.
Mao Haoting can only advance the money personally, but he must know that the price of four utensils for one iron box is too high. If he wants to resell the alliance and share the treasures in the box, it will probably not work.
What's more, Min Xilin concluded that Mao Gaoting couldn't produce the four weapons!
Usually, monks in the middle and late stages of martial arts only have one or two weapons besides their main magic weapon.
"You show your four weapons first. Why are you pretending to be the boss with your empty talk?" Min Xilin said sarcastically.
"Is it Haokuntie? Just pretend it's not loaded. Let's check it out first. Don't waste your money by fighting over it."
"See clearly!"
Tietoutuo got angry and threw the iron box on the table.
Then the ax flashed and struck the box surface hard.
The box body stands in the color of colorful clouds.
Haokuntie is undoubtedly!
Tietoutuo covered his hands and howled, his mouth cracking.
The forbidden bounce was 90% forceful, and the remaining force was absorbed by the box body, showing the unique luster of Haokun Iron.
/*Writing is too slow, start with one chapter in three days*/
