Chapter 151 Counting Treasures

The clown in colorful clothes ignored this, opened his mouth to both sides of his face, showed a very weird smile, and bowed to the crowd of spectators outside.

This scene didn't look like he had just killed several monks, but like he had completed a juggling act.

Moreover, he seemed to enjoy the feeling of being watched by everyone.

In particular, the eyes of most of them were full of surprise and horror, with expressions of extreme fear on their faces.

After the clown in colorful clothes bowed to the onlookers, Shi Shiran turned around, raised a hand, and shot out a snake-shaped golden light from his palm, rolling up the old man in black robe and Wula's storage magic weapon.

Outside the Changxian Tower, Yuan Ming saw this scene, the corners of his mouth turned upward, turned around and left without saying a word, and blended into the crowd on the street.

The clown's consciousness was absorbed into the two storage instruments, but the smile on his face instantly froze, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

There was no problem with Ula's storage magic weapon, but the black-robed old man's storage bag only had dozens of spiritual stones, not even a single mid-level spiritual stone.

The old man in black robe is so poor as a foundation-building monk! Never heard of it.

The clown in colorful clothes looked at the old man in black robe with some pity.

"All the people on Bailong Island are all poor people," the colorful clown suddenly shouted, "Are they poor?" Divine consciousness completely erupted, covering the crowd outside Changxian Tower.

The eyes of everyone who had no time to disperse were dimmed, and their souls felt as if they had been hit hard, and some with shallow cultivation fainted directly.

Yuan Ming was far away from the Immortal Tower at this moment and was not covered by the consciousness of the clown in colorful clothes. However, he also sensed the oppression brought by the other party's consciousness and quickened his pace again.

At this moment, a yellow light flashed on the ground next to the clown, and a tall woman in white appeared out of thin air.

This woman has black hair like a waterfall, bare feet, and exudes a spotless and holy aura from all over her body. Unfortunately, she wears a ferocious evil ghost mask on her face, and her appearance cannot be seen.

"Why are you crazy! The law enforcement team from Black Rock City is coming. There's so much nonsense, let's go!" the woman in white said anxiously.

The white-onion-like jade finger of the woman in white was dotted, and five pillar-shaped yellow lights fell on the ground around the two of them.

Arrays of formations emerged from the yellow light pillars, interlaced and intertwined like life, and instantly formed a circular array about ten feet in size.

The clown in colorful clothes had no choice but to hold back his anger. This transaction was a loss.

The woman in white flicked her fingers, and seven or eight pieces of earth-attribute spirit stones flew out and were embedded in various formation nodes.

The yellow magic circle suddenly erupted with a powerful wave of spiritual power and moved rapidly.

"Wave your hands in formation!" An unknown monk among the crowd outside the store exclaimed.

Waving hands to form a formation is a realm of formation cultivation. The formation is as vast as a sea of ​​smoke. It requires studying various formations and patterns, understanding celestial phenomena and geography, communicating with the earth's spiritual power, etc. It is recognized as the most obscure and difficult to learn in the world of immortality. Supernatural powers.

Many formation masters have worked hard all their lives, but they can only set up some small formations, and each time they set up an formation, it takes a lot of time to burn the formation patterns bit by bit, and it may not be possible to arrange them in ten and a half months.

However, the world is vast and there are many geniuses. Some people are naturally good at formations, and their understanding of formations reaches a level that is difficult for ordinary people to understand. They can reduce complexity into simplicity, and use their own magic power to arrange a formation with a wave of their hands.

There is no one among these experts, and without exception they are masters of formations. This woman in white looks young, but she is actually a master of formations!

"Don't leave!"

A thunderous shout came from a distance, and a silver sword shadow came flying like lightning, piercing through the gate of Changxian Tower, and was almost in front of the yellow magic circle.

The woman in white turned a blind eye to all this and waved her sleeves again.

Dazzling yellow light erupted from the yellow magic circle, and the figures of the woman in white and the clown in colorful clothes suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

The silver sword shadow penetrated the two bodies, but only missed.

Silver light flashed on the sword shadow, and a burly man in purple robe appeared, slowly falling to the ground, his face was ashen.

He turned to look at the stairs in the hall. With the sound of heavy footsteps, the fat deacon Zhuo Linlin was running down the stairs quickly, running toward him with a look of panic on his face...

Although Gu Yue's cultivation is shallow, he was standing far away just now and was not stunned by the powerful consciousness of the colorful clown.

After he recovered, he saw the burly man's face and immediately turned around and said: "This man is from the City Lord's Mansion, hurry up..."

Gu Yue suddenly stopped talking, and then noticed that Yuan Ming had disappeared.

He looked around, but there was no sign of Yuan Ming, so he had no choice but to hold on to his still dizzy head and leave alone.

Other sober onlookers also dispersed and stayed away from right and wrong.

No one noticed a small hole in the soil beneath the old man.

But other people in the city didn't know that something big had happened. The earth-shattering "Are you poor?" attracted many people to come around and watch the excitement, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Gu Yue hurriedly walked away from the Changxian Tower before slowing down and looking for Yuan Ming.

A shout came from the front. Yuan Ming had changed back to his southern clothes and stood on the roadside.

"Brother Yuan Ming, where did you go just now? Give me a good meal." Gu Yue hurried over and complained.

"I just left for a while because of urgent matters. I saw everything going on in Changxian Tower. Is that burly man in purple robe from the City Lord's Mansion?" Yuan Ming said.

He was afraid that people from the City Lord's Mansion would find out about him, so he pulled Gu Yue away while talking.

"Yes, this person is called Lei Bao, a late-stage foundation-building cultivator with lightning powers. He can be ranked among the top five in the City Lord's Mansion. It's a pity that the two ran too fast. Otherwise, it would be an unprecedented decisive battle." Gu Yue said with some excitement.

Yuan Ming nodded silently.

After the incident just now, Gu Yue became more and more excited. He talked about the two colorful clowns: "Listening to the last conversation between the woman in white and the colorful clown, it seems that they came to assassinate the young master of Bailong Island. These two people are really bold. They dared to act so blatantly in Black Rock City and escaped from the hands of the people in the City Lord's Mansion so calmly..."

"Those two are really powerful. One kills people invisibly; the other is a master of formations who can form formations with his hands. They should be people with great backgrounds. Brother Gu Yue, can you guess their identities and backgrounds?" Yuan Ming asked.

He stole the items in the storage bag of the old man in black robes and had a big grudge with the colorful clown. He wanted to know his background so as to take precautions.

"Brother Yuan, please stop joking! I'm just a small broker in Black Rock City. How can I know the origins of those two masters? But they dare to do this, they must have something to rely on, maybe someone from the Assassin Alliance." Gu Yue said.

"Assassin Alliance? Do you mean the Alliance that specializes in assassination missions?" Yuan Ming asked.

"Brother Yuan is right, but this is just my guess." Gu Yue said.

"Will the major sects in Southern Xinjiang allow them to exist?" Yuan Ming asked in surprise.

He originally thought that the Alliance only did tasks such as hunting beasts, collecting materials, and guarding bodyguards. He was a little surprised that there were Alliances that took on murder missions openly.

"Naturally, the major sects in Southern Xinjiang cannot control it. The assassin alliance acts in secret. If they offend them, those sects will also suffer heavy losses. As long as it is not disadvantageous to them, the major sects will not bother to pay attention to those desperate criminals. Now that the young master of Bailong Island has been killed, and the location is in Black Rock City, Bailong Island will not let it go, and Black Rock City will be busy for a while." Gu Yue thought for a moment and talked freely.

Yuan Ming was not worried about this. As soon as the matter here was over, he immediately returned to Biluo Cave to retreat for a few months. No matter how powerful Black Rock City and Bailong Island were, they could not find him.

"Brother Yuan Ming, where are we going next?" Gu Yue suppressed his mood and asked.

"The ice spirit material has been bought. Let's stop here for the guide. I can act on my own next." Yuan Ming thought for a while and said.

"Okay, if Brother Yuan comes to Black Rock City Market again in the future and needs guidance or needs to inquire about information, you can find me at Songfeng Tavern in the West Market. I am basically there when I am not doing anything." Gu Yue said and left in a hurry.

The Assassin Alliance assassinated the elders and young master of Bailong Island. This is big news. It is worth a lot of money. It must be sold as soon as possible. It will be meaningless if it is too late!

Yuan Ming watched Gu Yue go away, found an inn to stay, closed the door, and hurriedly took out the storage ring.

When the black-robed old man's items were transferred before, the situation was urgent and he didn't have time to take a closer look. Now he has to investigate it carefully.

He used his spiritual sense to sink into the storage ring, and his face couldn't help but be overjoyed.

The black-robed old man collected a lot of items. The first thing that was detected by the spiritual sense was a small pile of low-grade spirit stones, as many as five or six hundred pieces, including seven medium-grade spirit stones. The total amount of spirit stones added up to more than one thousand.

Yuan Ming worked hard before, and happened to find someone who was willing to pay a high price to buy Master Heimu's runes, so he got more than 600 spirit stones. He almost spent them all at once before, and now he got nearly double the spirit stones. How could he not be surprised?

However, considering that the other party is a cultivator in the foundation-building period, it is normal to have so many spiritual stones.

"The wealth of the foundation-building period is indeed rich." Yuan Ming thought to himself, then moved his consciousness away and looked at other things.

Four spiritual materials, a black token, a palm-sized water-blue banner, a white jade box, and two medicine bottles, one large and one small.

The four spiritual materials are a piece of earthy yellow carapace, a yellow spiritual wood, a fist-sized blue egg, and a gray thing the size of a human head, which is formed by countless filaments.

Although they don't know what they are, the four things all emit unusual spiritual power fluctuations. If judged by the spiritual material standard, they are all medium-grade spiritual materials, or even higher.

"This yellow carapace looks like the shell of a turtle-like beast... I don't know what kind of yellow spiritual wood it is. I can grind it into powder later and make it into incense to see the effect... I don't know what kind of beast this blue egg is. The spiritual power fluctuation is so strong, the beast's level should not be low. As for this gray silk ball..." Yuan Ming took out the gray silk ball, which felt soft and hard, and full of elasticity, like a cocoon.

He picked up a gray thread and pulled it, but it couldn't be pulled.

Yuan Ming's cultivation had reached the ninth level of Qi Refining. His magic power was repeatedly nourished, and his physical strength was greatly improved. Although he didn't perform the fur-covering technique, he could still break a hemp rope with his bare hands, but he couldn't break this small gray thread.

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