Chapter 159 Stealing Immortal Grass Foundation-Building Stage Demon Cultivator (Recommendation Ticket Requested)

Chapter 159 Stealing Immortal Grass Foundation-building Stage Demon Cultivator (recommendation ticket requested)

"I want all the crystals these waste pills need."

A voice came from behind, the tone was so loud that the little monks around the booth looked sideways. It was an ordinary-looking young man, about twenty years old.

On the surface, there is no obvious superiority, and the little monks are a little dissatisfied:

"You want to buy all the waste pills, do you have enough crystals?"

"That's right, it's just a kid in the mid-stage of smartness, what are you dragging, you didn't see me, sir, is it already a late-stage cultivation?"

"Boy, do you want to court death if you dare to offend everyone?"

...

Hearing everyone's accusations, Lin Xuan didn't bother to talk to them. He was determined to win the Abandoned Pill in the Foundation Establishment Stage, so he glanced coldly at the few people who made the most trouble.

Wherever the eyes went, the sound stopped abruptly, and the several people felt cold all over their bodies, like prey being stared at by a snake, and their foreheads were covered with cold sweat.

How could it be, he was obviously only a cultivator in the middle stage of agility, and his strength was weaker than his own, so why would there be such a terrible coercion?

The palpitating feeling was fleeting, and the little monks thought they were hallucinating, but they were somewhat apprehensive in their hearts and did not dare to speak indiscriminately.

"When we buy elixir, each of us produces crystals, and the one with the highest price gets it. I don't mean to force you to buy it. If you are willing to pay a higher price, you can naturally buy the useless elixir."

As Lin Xuan said, he took out 20 spars from the storage bracelet, and the stall owner only had a bottle of waste pills. According to the efficacy he said, the price was already very high.

Several low-ranking monks looked at each other, and they didn't show any intention of fighting for it. Three to five waste pills are equivalent to one low-grade marrow washing pill, and a bottle costs twenty crystal stones. They are not that extravagant.

Under everyone's jealous and envious eyes, Lin Xuan bought the waste pill.

It can be said that it was a surprise. Lin Xuan never thought that he could find the waste pills of the foundation building stage. Although one hundred pills were a little less, it could still support his cultivation for a while.

Lingyao Mountain, Lin Xuan had a new plan in mind.

After continuing to stroll around the market for a while, Lin Xuan didn't find any other items that could be sold. No wonder, after all, he is still in the foundation building stage, and the chances of buying treasures at this level of fairs are very low.

Since there was nothing he needed, Lin Xuan didn't intend to stay here any longer, and was about to leave when suddenly there was a loud explosion sound.

"boom!"

It was deafening, and the ground kept trembling. The monks who were trading were all stunned, looking at each other, what happened.

The explosion came from the direction of the entrance of Fangshi, the simple phantom array has been swept away, and the sky is covered with dark clouds...

"Look, what is that?"

A cloud of black air appeared in the mid-air of nothingness, surging non-stop, and a powerful spiritual pressure emanated from it.

Foundation-building stage practitioners!

Lin Xuan frowned. This person's aura was very violent, and it seemed that the person who came was not friendly.

"The little guys inside have listened, and hand over all the spar treasures in your hands, or you will be killed without mercy!"

Hearing Hei Yunli's words, a ladle of boiling water was poured down below like boiling oil, and it exploded with a buzzing sound. This kind of thing has happened before.

The world of comprehension is a world where the weak prey on the strong, but those robbers end up badly for no other reason. Although the people who participate in Taobao are all low-level monks, there are also disciples from famous schools. Dogs still have to look after their masters, and the teachers will definitely save face for them.

So except for the first few times when Taobao was held, it has become very safe afterwards, and no one expected to encounter such a thing.

Lin Xuan remained calm, and didn't mean to be an early bird. The person who came was not weak. He should have practiced the second level of foundation-building skills, and he was also a demon cultivator.

You must know that before the condensate period, the strength of the demon cultivator is better than that of the immortal cultivator in the same realm.

Coupled with the weird and evil skills, it is quite tricky. Lin Xuan would not act foolishly without absolute certainty.

Let's just wait and see what happens!

"Senior, we are just some low-level disciples in the spiritual stage. If there is anything on us that you can see, you should hold your hands high..."

Although the speaker was only twenty-seven or eight years old, he was dressed like a son of a noble family. Judging from the situation, he should be one of the conveners of the Taobao meeting.

"Stop rambling, I will spare your lives if you hand over the treasure, or you will return to hell, you can choose yourself." A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the black cloud, without a trace of emotion.

The so-called newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and many people can strengthen their courage. Although the opponent is a master in the foundation building stage, such a clear grab also aroused the anger of the people present. Immediately, a hot-tempered young man said: "Everyone respects you, senior, Don't rely on the old to sell the old, what a higher realm, so many of us, are we still afraid of you?"

"Boy, you are fine..."

The voice in the black cloud laughed back angrily, Lin Xuan sighed, young man, after all, he is a little impulsive in doing things, and he still doesn't understand the truth of misfortune coming out of his mouth.

A trace of black air separated from the dark cloud, and it seemed to be slow but fast, sweeping towards the boy.

Almost instantly, it wrapped around his body, and then gently circled around.

"ah!"

The terrified scream came from a female monk next to him. In just a few seconds, the young man was still alive and kicking, as if his blood was sucked dry by something, his body quickly withered and turned into a mummy .

"You... are you a demon cultivator?"

Although the people present were all rookies, they recognized his identity from the other party's strange skills, and panic and uneasiness spread among these low-level monks.

Although cultivators are not necessarily good things, at least there are no demon cultivators who are bloodthirsty and evil.

"Well, if you don't obey, he will be your fate."

"Senior, this junior is a disciple of Leiyun Villa, can you forgive me." Another young man stood up and took out a waist card from his body.

"Oh, Thunder Cloud Villa."

"Yes, for the sake of our family, senior..."

Before the words were finished, another trace of black air enveloped this self-proclaimed smart guy, and a strange smile came out of the dark clouds: "What about the three sects in Youzhou, I hate others threatening me the most."

Seeing the second person being sucked into a mummy, the monks chose to remain silent in shock.

There was also a smart person who noticed a detail and sighed in private. Although this robber was extremely arrogant, he was actually very careful. From the beginning to the end, he had been hiding in the dark clouds and never showed his face. Everyone knew that he was a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment period. Apart from the devil, there is no extra information at all, which means that if you want to ask the teacher to help you take revenge afterwards, it will be difficult to find the right owner.

Lin Xuan took a look at the people around him, and saw that everyone had different expressions, some were terrified, some were angry, and some seemed to have surrendered.

"A bunch of useless guys!"

There was a sneer at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. He is not that great. He has the consciousness of being a savior. With his speed of escaping light, he can definitely leave the place of right and wrong easily. It is absolutely impossible to be stupid enough to grab a monk of the same level.

As for the people next to him, it's up to him whether he lives or dies?

Don't say that Lin Xuan is cold-blooded, the world of cultivating immortals is a selfish world, not to mention people have to rely on themselves, don't rely on others for help.

Strictly speaking, the current passive situation is also caused by these people's failure to live up to their expectations. If they can unite a bit, even though the opponent is in the foundation building stage, can they really be worth one thousand? The superposition of a thousand low-level spells can also beat the crap out of the opponent.

Such a person, why should I save myself.

The silence didn't last long, and the ugly voice in the dark cloud came out again: "Why, have you thought about it? If you want the treasure, you will die. If you don't give it, I will kill you."

After finishing speaking, his spiritual consciousness locked on a cultivator in front of him.

"Senior, calm down, be happy and angry, don't do anything, the junior will just give it to you."

Seeing Shashen staring at him, the man's face turned pale with fright, he hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to give in.

"Okay, then hand over all the treasures on your body, as long as you dare to keep one..."

"Don't dare, dare not."

The man was as timid as a mouse, and took out the storage bag tremblingly, with a heartbroken expression on his face, and dumped it on the ground, five or six crystal stones, a few talismans, and a few herbs, but there was nothing else. something.

"Hmph, poor ghost!" Wu Yun snorted dissatisfiedly, but he didn't break his promise: "You can go."

"Thank you senior."

The man looked at the treasures on the ground reluctantly. Although these things were really hard to see for a monk in the Foundation Establishment period, his skills only reached the third floor. half life savings.

Someone took the lead, and more and more cultivators chose to succumb. There were also a few people who thought they were smart and wanted to hide a few treasures secretly. In the end, how could they win the spiritual consciousness of the masters of the foundation building period, and all blood was splashed on the ground...