Leng Yunhan and the five of them walked quickly to the stall in front of them, which was already full of monks at this time, and from time to time there were quarrels coming from the crowd. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It seems that something has happened, Leng Yunhan listened to the quarrel that came out, and said secretly in his heart, but this also aroused his curiosity, because he had repeatedly heard a name in that quarrel - Aotian Jue!

Hearing Aotian Jue, Leng Yunhan's heart couldn't help but move, and a thought faintly rose in his heart, wondering if this Aotian Jue was what he thought.

In fact, Aotian Jue is not unfamiliar to Leng Yunhan, it is this name is not unfamiliar, because since he was practicing martial arts, his uncle Leng Aotian once told him that the true name of their Leng family's martial arts is "Aotian Jue".

Will this "Aotian Jue" be the true martial arts of his own family? Leng Yunhan inevitably had some expectations in his heart, but he also understood that his family's "Aotian Jue" was just a martial arts secret book in the mundane world, and for these monks, I was afraid that it would not be able to enter the eyes at all.

Holding some thoughts in his heart, Leng Yunhan squeezed in from the crowd, and when he finally broke through the figure of the last person, Leng Yunhan staggered and hurriedly stabilized his forward body, and before he could think about it, he raised his head and looked at the two monks who were pulling arrows and crossbows in front of him.

A younger monk seemed to be the stall owner, and he was now glaring at the monk standing in front of him with a red face, looking very angry.

Although the monk in front of the stall owner also looked very angry on his face, but when he looked closely, Leng Yunhan faintly felt that the monk's eyes were scornful and smug smiles, and that smile was a little evil.

Leng Yunhan didn't know if it was his own delusion or if the monk was really teasing the stall owner. But now he finally understood something. Here's what's going on.

It turned out that the stall owner was an inner disciple of the Little Immortal Sect. This time it was also in response to what Qin Zhengqing said at the beginning, this person was exactly for an elder in the Immortal Sect in exchange for what he needed for promotion.

And the origin of the matter is the "Aotian Jue", it turns out that this "Aotian Jue" is said to be a secret treasure by the stall owner, and it is quite a profound practice recorded during the period.

And the monk in front of the stall owner also valued the "Aotian Jue", so he exchanged some materials for this "Aotian Jue", but he didn't want to wait until the monk joined his peers, but he was surprised.

It turned out that one of his fellow disciples had lived in the mundane world for many years, and he looked at the content of the "Aotian Jue". Immediately shook his head again and again.

"Where is this immortal martial arts, this is just the internal strength and swordsmanship routines of those martial artists in the world."

The monk's words made the monk feel a great blow, and after confirming the truth of what his brother said, the monk's shame can be imagined, so the monk and several of his fellow disciples also immediately returned here.

And the stall owner has not left because there are still a few ingredients that have not been received, no, he is blocked in front of this stall.

And the quarrel between the two gradually attracted the attention of the monks at the exchange meeting, and slowly gathered around.

Roughly understanding the ins and outs of the matter, Leng Yunhan ignored the two who were arguing first. His eyes swept over a black scroll on the stake stall. The scroll was all black, with only three large golden characters on the cover, "Aotian Jue".

Leng Yunhan has never seen what the Leng family's "Aotian Jue" is like, so he can't know whether this "Aotian Jue" is his own family heirloom exercises, but Leng Yunhan still has some faint expectations in his heart, after all, this "Aotian Jue" is a thing in the mundane world.

Leng Yunhan's eyes kept staring at the black writing, and the three big golden characters faintly emitted some golden light under the light, which made Leng Yunhan's eyes inexplicably painful.

"Ah......h

A sudden scream seemed to sound in Leng Yunhan's ears, making Leng Yunhan tremble, and before he could raise his head, a figure was about to fall in front of Leng Yunhan.

Regardless of who it was, Leng Yunhan instinctively stretched out his arms to hold the fallen monk, and then Leng Yunhan realized that the fallen monk was the stall owner.

At this moment, there was a palm-shaped tear on the robe on the stall owner's chest, and through this crack, you could clearly see a red palm print on the stall owner's chest.

"What a domineering palm!"

Seeing this palm print on the stall owner's chest, Leng Yunhan said secretly in his heart, his brows couldn't help frowning, the killing intent emanating from this palm print made Leng Yunhan also perceive it.

"It's just an exchange of supplies, do you need to kill someone!"

Leng Yunhan was also a little angry, raised his head, stared at the monk who was looking at Leng Yunhan and the stall owner with some anger in his eyes, and shouted.

"This man sells fakes, and he won't admit it, of course I'm going to get justice."

The monk saw that Leng Yunhan, a small monk in the foundation building period, dared to ask himself, although he was a little disdainful, but looking at the crowd of monks around him who were watching the excitement, it was not good to attack immediately, so he had to say coldly, and at the same time, his eyes swept over Leng Yunhan fiercely.

"Justice!" Leng Yunhan helped the stall owner to the side, turned around and stared at the monk, "Do you need to be so ruthless to seek justice!" If this senior brother's cultivation is a little weaker, I am afraid that he has already been killed by you at this moment! ”

"So what!"

When the monk saw that Leng Yunhan dared to contradict him, his heart was also on fire, and his tone naturally became ruthless.

"Senior Brother Han, you ......"

At this time, Qin Zhengqing and the four of them finally squeezed in from outside the crowd, just in time to see the confrontation between Leng Yunhan and the monk, they glanced at Leng Yunhan in confusion, and silently walked to Leng Yunhan's side.

"Why, I still want to fight for a lot of people! Haha......"

The monk sneered a little when he saw the four Qin Zhengqing who walked to Leng Yunhan's side, and at the same time, four monks also walked out behind him, these four people were all Yuanying's almost perfect cultivation, but they were a lot of combat power.

Because both sides joined the same door, this time it really seemed a bit of a bolt of arrows, and the monks who were watching the excitement around were also surprised, and they retreated again and again, giving up a ten-zhang open space for this stall.

The fight between the monks was not so simple, and all the monks here knew that if there was a real fight, it would be impossible to gather around and not be injured by mistake.

"Ahem......" A light cough sounded from the stall, and at this moment the stall owner also recovered a little, with one hand on his chest, raising his head to look at the scene in front of him.

Just at a glance, the stall owner also understood, and looked at Leng Yunhan and the five people gratefully, with the same worry in his eyes, although his cultivation was not high, but he could also feel the gap between the cultivation of Leng Yunhan and the five people opposite.

The stall owner came to Leng Yunhan tremblingly, bowed down and thanked him, and said, "This senior brother, thank you for your help, but these people seem to want my life, a few senior brothers should leave, don't hurt your life for me." ”

Hearing this stall owner say this, Leng Yunhan had some good feelings for him in his heart, originally he intervened in this matter just because he couldn't get used to the monk's actions, but now Leng Yunhan really has to take care of it in his heart.

"Whoosh ......"

A few sounds of breaking the sky came, and everyone only felt a flower in front of them, only to see that at this moment, the seven figures suddenly appeared in the middle of the two monks on both sides.

"It's a person from three sects, six sects, and twelve sects!"

I don't know who shouted this, but the scene was immediately quiet, and I could only hear the sound of my own heartbeat, which seemed a little weird for a while.

Seeing that the scene had been controlled, one of the seven figures that suddenly appeared took two steps and swept coldly over the monks in the field, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

All the people who were swept by the eyes of this monk were inexplicably cold in their hearts, and a kind of fear rose, and Leng Yunhan was also the fear that rose in their hearts under the strong pressure, and their eyes were also staring at the eyes of the monk.

Seeing that Leng Yunhan dared to stare at him, the monk was a little surprised, and there was more inquiry in his eyes.

"What's going on! Didn't your division tell you that you are not allowed to do anything at the material exchange conference! ”

The monk no longer paid attention to Leng Yunhan, and drank softly in a cold tone, although the voice seemed to be small, but it was urged by the aura, and the cold voice of the monk resounded in the hall within a radius of hundreds of zhang.

When Leng Yunhan heard this, he felt a little strange in his heart, he really hadn't heard Elder Shenmu talk about it, after all, he had only learned about this material exchange conference from Qin Zhengqing not long ago.

The monk's voice echoed for more than ten breaths before it disappeared, but although the monk's voice had disappeared, the cold breath was always reflected in the hearts of every monk, and for a while, no one in the field dared to make a sound.

Seeing the five people responding, the monk only snorted coldly, and shouted softly again: "The Immortal Yuan Conference is still a few days away, and I don't want the rest of the time, a few of us will have to bother to take care of your idle affairs again, so you guys will be honest in the end, if there are any more people who do it in the exchange meeting, don't blame us!" ”

This voice sent a chill through the hearts of all the monks, and everyone could hear what the monk was saying.

After speaking, the monk's eyes swept around coldly, and when he saw the stall owner trembling beside Leng Yunhan, his eyes stayed on the palm print on his chest for a moment, and said, "This is a bottle of Changbai Mountain's wound medicine, which is applied to the wound." ”

After speaking, a small porcelain vase popped out of his hand and fell into the hands of the stall owner, who looked at the small porcelain vase in his hand in a daze, and didn't know what to do for a while.

However, the monk also ignored it, turned around and walked back, and the eyes of the seven people swept over the monks in the field together, and the cold aura without a trace of emotion made everyone tremble.

Fortunately, the eyes of these seven people were only swept away, otherwise I am afraid that some monks would be frozen into ice sculptures directly under these eyes.

After sweeping through the crowd, everyone felt a flower in front of them, and then they saw that there were still seven people there, and after a long time, all kinds of gasps began to be heard in the field. (To be continued.) )