Chapter 559: Golden Dew and Ice-Feathered Crane
Just as the two were about to confront each other again, a clear voice suddenly echoed through the hall.
"Zhan Hongyi, no matter how powerful you are today, if all of us swarm you, you still can't get it."
Master Aoki appeared slowly on one side. With a wave of his sleeve, a golden lock appeared in front of Ye Yang, blocking the two of them.
There are countless complicated patterns on the big lock, which are transformed into silver patterns and gold characters. As soon as they appear, the blood energy is swept away.
However, it can be seen that it is not easy for Master Aoki to take this move. The Golden Lock Wang family is good at one kind of golden lock.
At this moment, he was using the cultivation level of a real person to stimulate his hair and regenerate his blood energy. However, even so, there were countless scratches on the golden lock.
"Today is a happy day and it is not suitable to see blood. If you two have any grudges, why not choose another auspicious day to resolve them?"
Master Aoki looked at Ye Yang and Master Xuanhe with a smile and an unquestionable majesty.
Even with the three of them by his side at this moment, he still didn't have much confidence in winning. After all, Zhan Hongyi was too strong.
There is also a real blood sword in his hand. A strong person in the ordinary real-person realm cannot survive three moves in his hand.
At this moment, the three of them stood faintly on the front line, full of momentum, facing Zhan Hongyi, clearly different from each other.
Zhan Hongyi was frightened by the momentum of the three people joining forces and stopped retreating.
Zhan Hongyi held a knife, the blade was sharp, the blood line faintly flashed, and even the space seemed to be cut by him.
Zhan Hongyi took a deep look at the three of them and nodded slightly.
"Since the three of you are in the same spirit and are taking action together, I will give up on today's matter for the time being."
"But Zhenren Ye, I have something to say clearly. The debt between you and me must be settled sooner or later."
Ye Yang also took back his sword and responded calmly: "I'm always waiting."
Zhan Hongyi turned and left, leaving behind a meaningful sentence: "Remember, the anger of the Haitian Chamber of Commerce is not so easy to calm down."
As Zhan Hongyi left, the atmosphere in the entire hall gradually relaxed.
But everyone knew in their hearts that whether it was the Feitian Clan or the Haitian Chamber of Commerce, or for Ye Yang, the Swordsman Shuangjue, and Zhan Hongyi, the Red Rakshasa, there would only be a bigger storm next.
Looking at Zhan Hongyi's retreating back, Ye Yang's eyes were deep.
He knew that this conflict was just the prologue, starting from the moment he killed Master Huayang.
He was ready for the next battle, knowing that Hai Tianshang would not give up.
"Although Zhan Hongyi is powerful, I have now broken through to the realm of sword heart transparency. The swords come out together, one disrupts time, and the other condenses the sword heart."
"Not inferior to him."
Based on his understanding of Zhan Hongyi, this person will definitely retaliate and will definitely hold back. He must be prepared to deal with whatever happens next.
Watching Zhan Hongyi go away, Master Xuanhe finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the guests and friends in the house and forced a smile on his face.
"Fellow Taoists, thank you for coming to participate in my live ceremony. It's not easy for us to meet each other today. Why not take this opportunity to exchange Taoism and hold a small trade fair to exchange knowledge."
"So, naturally it's great."
Everyone nodded after hearing this. For these monks, it is undoubtedly a rare blessing to have the opportunity to exchange what they need with each other.
So, under the guidance of Master Xuanhe, after the banquet, many monks present began a unique trade fair.
Dong Feng also followed the flow of people and stopped in front of various stalls to watch.
After all, he is the specific organizer of this Xuanhe Live Ceremony.
I know a lot about everyone who comes here, so I wonder if I can catch any mistakes.
He looked around and found that there were many items on the ground, ranging from various rare medicinal materials to strange magic weapons, to some weird secret book fragments.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the world of cultivation was indeed so vast and full of surprises.
It is in such a venue that you can see so many treasures, and the participants are basically ancestors or famous people.
Correspondingly, the probability of obtaining treasures is naturally greatly increased.
In an inconspicuous corner, Dong Feng's eyes were attracted by a simple jade slip.
This jade slip was inconspicuous and even had some old marks, but Dong Feng felt a faint spiritual energy fluctuation in it, which seemed to hide an extraordinary secret.
He stepped forward and asked softly: "Senior, does this jade slip have an origin?"
The stall owner is an old man, wrapped in a black robe. There are dots of light on the black robe. The dots are connected together. They look like formations or talismans. Demonic energy is everywhere on his body.
The moment the two looked at each other, they couldn't help but feel an indescribable feeling of familiarity.
"This man is an old devil. I remember he seems to be a member of the Blood and Bone Cult. His name seems to be Old Devil Jiao Ming."
"He's the son of Feitianmen."
"Why is this kid so similar to my disciple? However, it seems that his cultivation has almost reached the middle stage of martial arts, and his strength is a bit higher than that of my disciple."
Old monster Jiao Ming looked at the man in front of him, seemed to have thought of something, and stared at Dong Feng again.
Many years ago, the Blood and Bone Cult was just born. In Dongjiayuan, Shanhai City, a whole village was massacred to worship the evil god. It unexpectedly brought back a disciple named Dong Feng who was proficient in formations.
That disciple was usually shrewd and very popular with him. This robe was a gift from Dong Feng.
At this moment, he looked at the person in front of him and smiled slightly.
Not long ago, when he was chasing Bai Guyue, he encountered a four-eyed old man who was killing generals. He was injured by the aura of the four-eyed old man and suffered serious injuries.
This time I heard that the nearby Xuanhe Master was going to hold a live ceremony, so I wanted to take this opportunity to become familiar with him.
Secondly, I also want to see if I can redeem one or two healing pills to recover my injuries.
As we all know, Feitianmen has many miraculous elixirs, especially the Three Treasures Wanying Ointment, which is famous for its effects on life and death, flesh and bones.
Dong Feng carefully studied the method of talisman and seal script, and looked at the jade slip with a trace of thinking between his brows.
Old monster Jiao Ming hurriedly explained with a smile.
"I got this jade slip by chance. It is said to be a relic of an ancient cultivator. The ancient cultivator came from the ancient Taoist Talisman Sect. This jade slip contains many rare and rare inheritance of Talisman Tao. Because I don't understand this Tao, That’s why I put it out for sale.”
Dong Feng was moved when he heard this. He could feel that there seemed to be some subtle connection between the jade slip and himself, so he asked about the price.
"I don't know how many spiritual stones this requires."
"Fellow Taoist, this ancient talisman and seal inheritance is something that is rare in thousands of years. How can it be measured with spiritual stones?"
"Oh? Then I don't know what senior needs."
"You are a disciple of the Feitian Sect, right? I heard that the Feitian Sect has a healing elixir called Sanwanwanying Ointment. Of course I know that the elixir is precious and difficult to exchange."
"As long as you can take out one of the apricot yellow heart-protecting pills, I can also make the decision to exchange it for you."
Dong Feng showed a trace of thought when he heard this. If it had been so many years ago, the Three Treasures Wanying Ointment would have been a rare item in the Feitian Sect.
Let alone an ordinary protector.
Even many hall masters don’t have this item in their hands.
But later, after Hall Master Ye made a strong breakthrough to the realm of real people, various resources in the sect became much easier to obtain than before.
Especially for them, the young pillars of the sect.
Each of them had a complete Three Treasures Wanying Ointment distributed in their hands, just in case of emergencies.
After some haggling, Dong Feng took out an apricot yellow heart-protecting pill in exchange for the jade slip.
After getting the jade slip, Dong Feng did not rush to check it, but continued to wander around the trade fair.
Soon, he got a few more elixirs and materials that were helpful for his cultivation, and he was ready to leave with satisfaction.
But Old Monster Jiao Ming followed Dong Feng closely.
It seems that he wants to explore something.
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Apart from these, there are relatively simple trading places.
There is also an internal trading cabinet.
The auras of the people inside are powerful, and each of them is at the late stage of the warrior realm or above.
Master Xuanhe spoke first.
"Everyone, I have a scroll of the Secret Technique of the Three-Star Sword here, which was obtained from the Immortal Mountains overseas. Today, fellow Taoists are here. It's so exciting that I'll be the first to offer some advice and start the bidding at the price of one spiritual stone."
After saying that, a jade bamboo slip appeared in his hand, engraved with densely packed sword-shaped talismans and seals, exuding a faint fluorescence.
Everyone can see that Master Xuanhe wants to serve as a warm spot for the entire trading meeting.
Many people are impressed by the fact that it can be collected by a strong person in the real world. This three-star sword secret method is certainly not trivial. If it can be learned, the strength will be greatly increased.
However, everyone was a mature and prudent person and did not rush to express their opinions. Instead, they looked at each other and weighed their opinions secretly.
Master Aoki also stroked his beard and smiled.
"Fellow Taoist Xuanhe is indeed very generous. I also have something for you today, and I am willing to share it with you all."
After that, he took out a white jade bottle from his sleeve. There seemed to be brilliance flowing inside, and a few drops of golden liquid could be seen slowly rotating.
"This is it?" someone asked.
Master Aoki smiled slightly, "This is 'golden dew', collected from thousand-year-old pine trees. Just a few drops of it have the effect of washing marrow and cutting bones, but it is only useful for those below the level of warriors."
There was an exclamation of exclamation from the audience.
What cleanses the marrow and cuts the bones is tantamount to the gift of renewal for practitioners.
For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the white jade bottle, and even their breathing became a little faster.
It's just that this thing can only be used by practitioners in the ventilation realm, which undoubtedly limits its value.
But Ye Yang was staring at this object, his heart moved slightly, and a figure suddenly appeared.
Ye Yang transmitted the message into the secret. Master Qingmu glanced at him, smiled slightly, immediately accepted the golden dew and said.
"Everyone, this thing has its owner and is not for sale for the time being."
Seeing that Master Aoki stopped talking, someone next to him spoke again.
"I have a golden elixir of martial arts here. Are any of you fellow Taoists interested in it? This time the starting price will not be exchanged for spiritual stones, only some practical items."
"Martial Arts Golden Pill?"
"This is something I cherish."
"I still have a bottle of spirit recovery liquid here. I wonder if senior is willing to exchange it."
The spirit recovery liquid can quickly restore the consumed spiritual energy.
It is also extremely practical for practitioners.
For a time, the atmosphere at the trade fair became lively, and everyone took out their treasures to exchange.
"Bai Jiang, a poor Taoist, is known as the Red King of the Ghost Sect. He has met three real seniors and brought something today that he is willing to share with all fellow Taoists."
An ancient bronze mirror appeared in his hand. The surface of the mirror was blurry, but there was an indescribable charm in it.
"This is the 'Yunmeng Mirror', which can reflect people's hearts and gain insight into truth and falsehood."
Bai Jiang's voice was not high, but every word was clearly heard by everyone.
The crowd was in an uproar again.
Such treasures are simply priceless to those who are good at scheming, and they were quickly sold at high prices.
As the treasures were exhibited one after another, the trade fair entered its climax.
At this moment, a voice broke the delicate balance on the field.
"Fellow Taoists, may I also participate?"
The owner of the voice was a young monk, who was dressed simply, but the aura on his body was unfathomable.
Everyone turned their eyes to him, wondering who this young monk who suddenly appeared was.
It looked not simple.
There was a commotion, and a strange little beast came out of the man's sleeve. The little beast was snow-white, shaped like a deer, and had a pair of huge white crane feathers.
His eyes were as bright as stars, and he was looking at the people around him with a look of understanding.
"What is this?" someone asked in confusion.
The man introduced it proudly.
"This is a rare ice-feathered crane cub, with a trace of the blood of the ancient alien ice unicorn. It has a gentle temperament and is very fast. When it grows up, it will be extremely powerful. Now it is sold at a low price."
Everyone was talking about it, some expressed doubts, and some seemed to be tempted.
Master Xuanhe looked at the little beast, and for some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his heart.
He was named after the crane, and today, on this grand day of the master's ceremony, such a strange beast actually appeared, which made him feel a wave of ripples in his heart.
"Daoyou, how much is this ice-feathered crane cub?" he asked.
Especially at this moment, the little beast suddenly stretched out its head and gently rubbed the back of his hand, as if begging him to take it away.
Master Xuanhe's heart softened.