The patron ancestor hesitated for a moment. If Meng Hao didn't speak directly, he definitely wouldn't let Meng Hao enter the city, but now he looked at the sea in the distance, and then at the city.
Gritted his teeth fiercely!
"The last time!" Patriarch Patriarch made up his mind. If the other party does anything after this time, he will go all out and hold the earth away.
Meng Hao ran straight to the city at a very fast speed, and was approaching in a blink of an eye. At this moment, all the shops in the city were closed. The monks in the city were confused and walked out one after another.
Meng Hao’s arrival did not arouse much attention. He chose a fairly empty area. Meng Hao sat down cross-legged and directly raised his right hand with a wave. Immediately, a large number of magic weapons he had bought before flew out and surrounded the surrounding area. , Set off a crystal light, more fluctuations spread out.
Thousands of magic weapons appeared at the same time, and the sun gleamed and immediately emitted a bright light, which immediately attracted the attention of people around. After seeing these magic weapons, the sound of inhalation was heard.
"So many magic weapons!"
"How can this person have so many magic weapons, from Qi Qi to Yuan Ying, they have all of them!"
"Could it be that you have a shop? These magic weapons are obviously brand new and have not been used!" The introduction sounded immediately, and many people approached and looked at the magic weapons floating around Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's expression remained as usual. After increasing the price by a few percent according to the price in the shop, he hit each magic weapon one by one, then closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Gradually, there were more and more people around, and a few people flashed their eyes, looking at Meng Hao from time to time, and some people tried to buy, but Meng Hao’s price was obviously higher, and some magic weapons prices were a little higher. When he saw everyone around him cursing secretly.
Time passed, and slowly, there were more and more people around. Now the shops in the city are closed, and Meng Hao is so public here, which immediately attracted the attention of most of the monks in the entire city.
There are many people to watch, but there are few real buyers. After all, the price marked by Meng Hao is too expensive.
Meng Hao is not in a hurry. He hopes that the longer the better, but the ancestor of the mountain is anxious. He was in the palace and saw this scene. He waited for a long time. Seeing it was about to dusk, there were thousands of magic weapons in Meng Hao. I only sold dozens of pieces, and I became more anxious.
"Anyway, it's the last shiver!" The patron ancestor stomped his feet, and his divine consciousness instantly spread out and merged into the bodies of several people in this city.
Not long after, seven or eight monks came quickly where Meng Hao set up their stalls. As they galloped all the way, they brought a lot of monks, causing some confusion. When they came to Meng Hao, one of them immediately spoke.
"These magic weapons, I want five hundred!" The speaker was an old man. When he spoke, he threw out a storage bag. Meng Hao opened his eyes immediately. After looking at the other party, he looked as usual and slowly opened the storage bag. In the bag, took out the spirit stones in it, counted them carefully, and flicked the big sleeve, and immediately five hundred magic weapons flew into the other party.
The old man's face twitched, put away the magic weapon, turned around and left. After him, another person also came here, following the same procedure. Under the dumbfounded of everyone around, they saw these seven or eight people, each bought some, costing one. At that time, all the magic weapons in Meng Hao's place were bought away.
This is because Meng Hao took time to count the spirit stones, otherwise, it would take a few breaths to sell them all.
"That is the pavilion owner of Ruixiang Pavilion. He is very expensive and has a very close relationship with Xiaoyao Sect... He actually came here to buy these magic weapons?"
"I have seen him, he is Chen Lou's treasurer, and he is also here..."
Everyone around was unbelievable, and many of them watched Meng Hao count the spirit stones, with envy and greed in their eyes, like evil wolves.
Meng Hao calmly put away all the spiritual stones in the storage bag, the whole number was one hundred thousand spiritual stones, so that Meng Hao made a small profit on this holy island.
At this moment, he slowly stood up and sighed. When the patron ancestor in the palace had endured to the extreme, Meng Hao's body flew up, turned into a long rainbow, and flew away.
As soon as he flew out, immediately among the crowd in the city, three or five people flashed their eyes, and secretly took out the jade slip sound transmission.
Not long afterwards, three cultivators flew out in secret. At the same time, near the sea, inside a boat, there was an old man in a red robe. The old man looked proud. When he was cross-legged, his eyes suddenly opened and opened. A touch of fine light, and even the fluctuations of Yuan Ying's initial cultivation base, spread out on him.
The whole person was not angry and majestic. When he opened his eyes, a jade slip appeared in his hand, and the light flashed on it. The old man's divine sense merged into it, and his eyes were immediately narrowed.
"A flying monk with hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones?"
"On this holy island, only knots can be allowed to fly..."
"Most of the items sold by this person are condensed energy to build a foundation. It can be seen that the cultivation base cannot be the Nascent Infant, he should be a pill formation cultivator."
"When it gets bigger, he is a great consummation, but in the hands of the old man, such a person is an ant." When the old man spoke lightly, he stood up, smiling at the corner of his mouth.
"Hundreds of thousands of spirit stones, the old man is not a free one." His body moved in a flash, and disappeared in an instant. When he appeared, he was already in the middle of the holy island. After calculating the position, he galloped away in one direction.
Meng Hao was in midair, frowning. He really couldn't find a reason to stay here, but the feeling of being driven out made Meng Hao very happy.
The one who drove him away was the protector who belonged to him.
"I knew that, I should beat that little turtle a few more times in the Demon Fairy Tower that day!" Meng Hao murmured fiercely in his heart. As he moved forward, he was getting closer and closer to the sea.
The patron ancestor was particularly excited at the moment, looking at Meng Hao with expectant eyes, wishing to let Meng Hao go away in an instant.
"Let's go, this little bastard is going to leave finally, haha, this feeling is really good." Thinking of this, the old ancestor Kaoshan became more happy and even hummed a little tune.
If Meng Hao were here, he would immediately hear that this little tune was hummed by the patron ancestor when he was in the patron sect.
Meng Hao's complexion was ugly, and from far away, he could already see the seaside, but he still didn't think of a way. When he was hesitating, suddenly a whistling sound came from behind him.
Hearing this voice, Meng Hao was immediately pleasantly surprised, and turned his head violently. When he saw the three Changhong figures behind him, his eyes showed joy.
"Fellow Daoist ahead!" Almost the moment Meng Hao turned around, the three people who came after him immediately heard a cold snort. These three were all middle-aged. One of them was in the middle stage of the formation of alchemy, and the remaining two. It was the early stage of Dan formation.
The patron ancestor in the palace also saw this scene and was taken aback.
"What are you going to do!" Meng Hao immediately stepped back and said loudly.
The trio of eyes flashed murderously. Among them, the cultivator in the middle stage of the core formation took a close look at Meng Hao. He was a little hesitant before. After all, Meng Hao's cultivation level was a bit invisible to him, but he can look at it now. Obviously, it was only the early stage of the formation of alchemy.
Moreover, Meng Hao's words and expression seemed to be extremely alarmed, which made him feel at ease.
"The three of me want to borrow something from fellow daoists, and hope that fellow daoists will be fulfilled." The middle-aged man smiled without a smile. When he spoke lightly, the other two people around him had surrounded Meng Hao.
The three of them looked at Meng Hao coldly, and the greed in their eyes was very obvious.
"You... What do you want to borrow?" Meng Hao said quickly.
"It's just borrowing some spirit stones. I don't know if you can lend us the hundreds of thousands of spirit stones in the pockets of fellow Taoists?" The middle-aged man smiled and said, his eyes flashed murderously, the moment he was about to release...
"Okay, I agree!" Meng Hao said quickly, lifting his storage bag with his right hand, and immediately hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones flew out. So many spiritual stones immediately attracted the attention of the three monks, and they sucked backwards. He breathed, looking at Lingshi.
It took a small amount of time for a small amount of incense to pour all these spirit stones down. On the ground, a hill of spirit stones was piled up.
The crystal light shone, even if it was dusk at the moment, the light still made the three people's eyes brighten.
However, when Meng Hao was pouring out, some magic weapons he had obtained in the Demon Immortal Sect revealed a corner, Meng Hao's complexion changed suddenly, and he hurriedly put away.
"Haha, fellow Taoist is really happy, but in addition to the spirit stone, I still have to borrow some magic weapons. I just saw you have it in your storage bag. Give me the storage bag and I will look for it myself." The middle-aged man His eyes flashed, he endured the excitement in his heart, and opened his mouth with a smile.
The other two were also shocked, and secretly said that they had made a fortune this time, and they looked at Meng Hao one after another.
At this moment, the patron ancestor in the palace was breathing fast, his eyes showed anger, and he clenched his fists. He was looking forward to let Meng Hao leave quickly, but these people who didn't open their eyes dared to take Meng Hao. It was intercepted, and it was so delayed for some time, which for the patron ancestor, was enough to make him furious.
"You are looking for death!" The Patriarch screamed, and raised his right hand and waved forward in the palace. At the same time, the three people beside Meng Hao were the most excited in their lives. Suddenly, the three of them were shocked. There seemed to be a thunder roar, bursting into the hearts of the three people.
In an instant, the three of them opened their eyes wide, and their bodies instantly collapsed, torn apart and turned into a bloody mist, which disappeared completely in a blink of an eye.
Meng Hao smiled bitterly, and was about to put away the spirit stone on the ground, but at this moment, he was surprised again, but he saw a long rainbow, coming at an extremely fast speed from the direction of the sea.
It was the old man from the beginning of Yuanying.
"Bring your spirit... huh?" When the old man came, his voice echoed proudly, but as soon as he said a few words, he immediately took a breath, and his eyes instantly saw the high Lingshi Mountain on the ground.