"Thank you fellow Taoists for your support. All the elixirs have been sold out." Yun Mo said as he put the stall away and prepared to leave.
The other monks who had not traded the elixir were very unwilling to see this, but they could only accept it silently.
It's not like they haven't thought about stopping Yun Mo, or snatching something from Yun Mo.
But when a sixth-level Nascent Soul cultivator was killed by Yun Mo with a single blow, everyone realized that to snatch Yun Mo's things was because they thought their lives were too long.
What's more, there is a level five protective formation around Yun Mo, so even if he wants to besiege Yun Mo, he can't do it.
Seeing that there were monks still gathered around here, Yun Mo didn't bother to care so much. After putting all his things away, he was ready to meet Li Xing and the others.
However, just when Yun Mo walked out of the avenue of the trade fair, a group of two people blocked Yun Mo's way.
"Boy, you made money at the trade fair I organized and you didn't respect us and you wanted to leave right away? Who gave you the courage?"
The two people who stopped Yun Mo were wearing the same style of black and white monk robes. They were obviously from the same sect, but there was a slight difference in strength.
The tall and thin man standing on the left is at the sixth level of Yuanying, while the gloomy man standing on the right is at the seventh level of Yuanying and is already a late-stage Yuanying monk.
The cultivation level of each of these two people was higher than Yun Mo's displayed cultivation level, so they dared to stop Yun Mo unscrupulously.
"You organized this trade fair?" Yun Mo looked at the two people who stopped him and said in a calm tone.
He had indeed heard that this trade fair was organized by a few monks. If it was really the two people in front of him, he wouldn't mind paying a little for the land.
After all, without this trade fair, he wouldn't be able to trade so many weapon refining materials, let alone harvest a sixth-level flying monster, Gu Yu.
"Humph, of course it's us. There were so many monks gathered when you set up the stall in front of you. It seems that you made a lot of money. We don't want much, so you can just give us 70% of what you make."
The tall and thin man with the sixth level of Nascent Soul cultivation waved his hand in an arrogant tone and said.
"Seventy percent, right?"
After Yun Mo heard these words, the twenty master-level wild crystals that he had almost taken out were immediately put back into the ring.
He finally understood. It was hard to say whether these two people were monks organizing the trade fair, but they definitely saw many monks gathering at his stall in front of him. They thought he had made a lot of money, and they were jealous and wanted to come to fight the autumn wind.
In this regard, Yun Mo just wanted to say one thing, if you dare to come in front of him to fight against the autumn wind, you are really blind.
"Yes...ah, no, it's 80%!" The tall and thin man originally thought that 70% was a bit too tall, but seeing Yun Mo's calm look, he didn't seem to take the 70% seriously at all.
Obviously he is missing something! So I immediately changed my mind and asked for 80%!
He guessed that Yun Mo had earned at least a thousand wild crystals, and at 80% chance, it would probably be close to nine hundred!
Nine hundred desolate crystals, even the lowest master-level desolate crystals, are extremely terrifying gains.
"Haha, 80% of the profit is not there, but I have a mouth here. I wonder if you want it?" Yun Mo sneered. Since he didn't plan to talk properly, there was no need to communicate calmly.
Perhaps the tall and lanky man was still stuck in the picture of Yun Mo compromising and handing over the proceeds, so he was stunned for a moment when he heard Yun Mo's words. It took him a while to realize what Yun Mo's words meant, and his face instantly changed. It became gloomier.
"Boy, what are you talking about? I think you have lived enough." The tall and thin man roared angrily. He released his aura from the sixth level of Nascent Soul, and his true energy emerged from his right hand. He raised his hand and slapped Yun Mo.
A small fourth-level Nascent Soul dared to talk to him like this. Only by suppressing Yun Mo and making him kneel on the ground could the anger in his heart be relieved.
But the ideal is beautiful, and the reality is very skinny.
Before the tall and thin man could land on Yun Mo, he saw a big hand falling in front of his eyes.
"Snapped!"
With a dull sound, the tall and thin man was slapped by Yun Mo and flew away. During the flight, he could vaguely see a few bloody teeth and a mouthful of bright red blood.
"flutter."
After flying backwards for several feet, the tall and thin man fell to the ground, causing a cloud of dust to rise.
"The cultivation level of the fourth level of Nascent Soul can defeat the sixth level of Nascent Soul? This person is so strong!"
"Why are you strong? This man is dead. I know the person who was beaten away. He is Zhao Fei, an inner disciple of the Seven Stars Sect, Chiling Xuan Sect! The man next to him is also an inner disciple of Chiling Xuan Sect, Ren Zhuo. This person offended this person. The two gods of plague may not be able to leave this wild plain."
At this time, the people around him had not finished walking. They all looked shocked when they saw Yun Mo using his fourth-level Nascent Soul cultivation level to shoot away a sixth-level Nascent Soul monk. Especially those who knew the identities of those two monks. He was even more shocked. You dared to provoke a disciple of the Red Spirit Xuan Sect?
If Yun Mo was not a disciple of a large sect, endless torture would be waiting for him.
"You are looking for death..." Zhao Fei, the tall and thin man who was knocked away by Yun Mo's slap, got up from the ground in an instant. A square seal magic weapon with aura appeared in his hand, whizzing and blasting Towards Yun Mo.
The gloomy man Ren Zhuo who was originally watching the battle also took a step forward and launched a shovel attack on Yun Mo for a month and a half.
The full strength of the two Nascent Soul monks was very powerful, not to mention that their magic weapons were spiritual weapons.
A strong spiritual storm instantly erupted in the space, and anyone with lower cultivation level than Nascent Soul who entered it would be torn into pieces by the storm!
Yun Mo's clothes rustled under the storm, and the protective essence was easily torn to pieces. However, Yun Mo did not use the Liuqing knife, but took a step forward, condensed the essence into his hand, and punched it out !
The punch comes out, Qingyang gathers!
One Round/Big Sun Qingyang emerged from scratch and defeated the spiritual energy storm in an instant. It easily blew away the two spiritual weapons that came towards them, and then hit the two people who were looking at horror.
"puff……"
Zhao Fei and Ren Zhuo had no resistance and were seriously injured by Yun Mo's punch. The monk's robes shattered, revealing the inner armor.
It was also because the two of them were wearing low-grade spiritual weapon-level inner armor, otherwise Yun Mo's punch would not have seriously injured the two of them, but would have directly killed them on the spot!
"You...you are the Xu Zhen cultivator!" At this time, Zhao Fei and Ren Zhuo looked extremely horrified. At this moment, even they knew that Yun Mo had hidden his cultivation. Where was the fourth level of Nascent Soul, he was clearly a Xu Zhen cultivator. !
Because even a monk with perfect Nascent Soul would not be able to blast away the magic weapons of two people so easily and then seriously injure them!
This is because they wore spiritual weapon inner armor beforehand!
Only Xu Zhen can be so powerful!
Yun Mo was too lazy to say anything. He had decided to kill them when they had murderous intentions.
However, that punch did not kill the two people, which made him very unhappy. Now he decided to add another punch to see if the two people were dead.
Seeing that Yun Mo didn't say a word and still wanted to continue to take action, Ren Zhuo shouted in desperation, "If you dare to kill the two of us, I, the Chi Ling Xuan Sect, will never let you go and will hunt you down." When you die, your relatives and clan will also be buried with us!"
When Yun Mo heard this, he just paused for a moment, then raised his hand and punched out!
