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He really couldn't imagine that it was this purple egg that suddenly triggered such a big vision and attracted the attention of so many people.

At this time, the Thousand Machine Stone Pagoda had not yet lifted the light curtain, and no one could walk up to it. As a result, many people are already at the bottom of the steps, waiting to be opened.

Coupled with the flat and open terrain here, it is simply suitable for people to set up camp here, so it is not surprising that there are many people.

And Ling Xiaoye himself can be regarded as taking several wrong steps.

The first is to let those wandering spirits teleport their group directly here, and before the situation is clear, they directly enter the path of others.

Second, when you encounter an obstacle and don't kill all the enemies, you leave yourself with some hidden dangers.

Third, it's a bit of a blind race against others, and in the end you have to kill someone, which is another hidden danger.

The last big problem is that I still chose to come to the east of this Thousand Machine Stone Tower, but I didn't expect so many people.

These problems had to make Ling Xiaoye change his original coping strategy. He told Su Mengyu his thoughts, and Su Mengyu disagreed, on the grounds that Ling Xiaoye was alone to attract firepower.

But apart from this plan, Ling Xiaoye really couldn't think of a better way. Su Mengyu could only agree in the end, and then quietly took his disciples and evacuated from this tent.

The sky is completely bright now, which means that there will be more warrior monks who will come over to join in the fun.

But this purple egg is still erupting in strength, and there is no sign of weakening.

And the increase in the number of onlookers, the number of people with ulterior motives has also increased correspondingly. The most obvious thing is that some martial artists wearing the same practice clothes began to quietly exchange heads, Ling Xiaoye couldn't hear what they said, but when he saw their eyes, he knew that these people definitely wanted to make a move on this egg.

Of course, it is also possible to kill Ling Xiaoye himself, which is the worst idea.

If it weren't for the spirits of Agugula and Gao Changfeng on him to support him, to be honest, Ling Xiaoye might have left a long time ago. There are too many people, his hands are difficult to defeat with four fists, and he must be uncomfortable when he is used to fight wheel battles with numerical superiority.

As time passed, the atmosphere on this scene became more eerie.

Whoa!

The purple egg suddenly sounded a crisp sound, like the sound of an eggshell breaking.

This voice attracted the attention of many people, and many warriors, who were originally sitting on the ground, stood up one after another at this time, and set their eyes on the pit that was neither deep nor shallow.

The purple egg, because of the constant spewing of great power, all the dirt around it, has been sliced into a large piece. If you ignore this egg, the shape of this pit really looks like a cauldron for cooking.

The egg in the pit, a hole as small as three fingers, appeared like an adult's fist after making a cracking sound.

However, at this time, the purple egg, the power that gushed out, was reduced. This force weakened quite obviously, like a spring that kept gushing out clear water, and suddenly lost more than half of the water.

Ling Xiaoye's eyes were quick, and he directly cast the Devil's Touch, and a faint black phantom hand appeared on his right arm, and between the lightning and flint, he grabbed the purple egg.

But the power that gushed out of this egg was not vegetarian, and it shattered the phantom hand in an instant!

The onlookers of the martial arts monks couldn't help but exclaim when they saw Ling Xiaoye like this:

"This man did it!"

"He can actually use this kind of trick, why is he just in the Wheel of Life Realm?"

"Ah, no, why did he go get that egg?"

"It's not right, the man wants to take the egg. ”

......

At this time, some people wearing sect clothes could no longer sit still at the moment, they either shouted or made gestures, and ran directly to Ling Xiaoye.

The situation is not good!

Ling Xiaoye secretly screamed badly, and tried to cast the demonic touch again, and the phantom hand grabbed the purple egg again.

This time, unexpectedly smooth, the purple egg, the power gushing out, weakened to a lower degree. The Phantom Hand was hit a few times, but it was not shattered.

Ling Xiaoye was overjoyed, and directly took the purple egg back. He wanted to put this thing in the Qiankun bag, but was stopped by Agugula and them: "Don't, we investigated, it is very likely that it is a spirit pet or a demon beast, you put it in the Qiankun bag, this will make the spirit pet get a direct crushed consequence!"

Ling Xiaoye could only hold this egg with his hands!

At this time, those martial arts monks who had coveted this for a long time came to Ling Xiaoye and began to coerce and tempt them in various ways:

"This fellow Daoist, we are disciples of Langyun Mountain in the Wuxing Continent, we see that your egg is good, and we intend to buy it, I don't know how much you offer, if we can, we are willing to pay a high price!"

"Hey, fellow Daoist, listen to the old man. This purple egg may be the egg of a demon beast. The old man sees that you are not a professional animal trainer, and you don't know much about it! As the so-called good bird chooses trees to perch on, you are not very good at taming animals, but you can give this egg to the old man. The old man is willing to exchange a demon king-level egg with you!"

"Haha, that's interesting. I don't know where you got it, please let us know so that we can look for it and see if there are any similar eggs. ”

"This fellow Daoist, do you know that one of the most powerful sects in our Star Feather Continent - the Reverse Sect of An? If you know each other, reserve this egg in your hand for us first! Otherwise, ......"

More than a dozen people chattered about this Ling Xiaoye, but Ling Xiaoye didn't answer from beginning to end, for him, this was something that Su Mengyu gave him, how could he sell it casually? So these are stupid questions for him, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't answer them.

Just as the others were surrounding Ling Xiaoye, gossiping about the conditions, the egg in Ling Xiaoye's hand suddenly shattered into two large pieces.

"Collect the shards!"

Agugula spoke directly.

Ling Xiaoye didn't say a word, and directly stuffed two pieces of eggshell-like things into the Qiankun bag.

At this time, everyone else discovered that on the palm of Ling Xiaoye's hand, a small animal curled up appeared, like a squirrel, but the tail was not long, the head was like a fox, but it was not so pointed, and the hair was a little purple, which meant that it should not be a cat or dog.

The size of this small animal was not very large, it only occupied half of Ling Xiaoye's palm.

Neither like a squirrel, nor like a fox, what would that be.

At this time, a warrior said loudly, "Isn't this a mink?"

This sentence made Ling Xiaoye suddenly realize that he still knew about the mink animal. In the world, the mink that grows up is generally hunted by people, and then the fur is made into a coat, which is not only beautiful, but also very warm.

"Is this a mink?? Lao Tzu thought it was some kind of mythical beast like a phoenix Qingluan!"

"Hehe, I thought it was some kind of supreme spirit pet, it turned out to be a mink!"

"Mistakenly, this is an egg, the mink should have been born!"

"Look at the fur of this little thing, and the head, isn't this a mink?

"I scattered, I did it for a long time, and I thought it was a rare monster beast, but it turned out to be an ermine. This fellow Daoist, you take care of it, and when this thing grows up, you can take it to the place where the fur is sold in the city and sell it, and you should be able to get a little money back!"

......

Although many people saw that the little thing in Ling Xiaoye's hand was a small mink, they suddenly lost interest and left. For them, the value of a mink is not as valuable as the treasure obtained by participating in a betting tournament.

However, there are still people who have not left, these people are not stupid, they know that a mink born from an egg is by no means an ordinary mink.

Ling Xiaoye stroked the little animal with his hand, because he could feel the little mink's even breathing and slight beating sensation on the palm of his hand.

This move made this little animal wake up suddenly, and then bit Ling Xiaoye's palm violently.

Ling Xiaoye didn't know at all that this little thing would actually come to this hand. But the sharp pain suddenly came, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time, and he couldn't help but sweat.

But this little thing, after taking a bite, actually sucked a few mouthfuls of Ling Xiaoye's blood, and then the little animal moved completely, which was completely different from the previous appearance of sleeping.

What's even more annoying is that this little thing actually drilled into Ling Xiaoye's clothes, scurrying from place to place, making Ling Xiaoye itch uncomfortably, dancing with his hands, trying to catch this little thing out, and live like an actor.

The other onlookers all laughed, and they could only laugh at Ling Xiaoye's situation.

In the end, Ling Xiaoye grabbed this little thing, and then said sharply: "Don't mess around! If you mess around, I'll sell you as fur!"

The little mink in Ling Xiaoye's hand actually tilted his head, blinked, and then called out two sharp sounds, not knowing what it meant.

Ling Xiaoye couldn't cry or laugh, he couldn't put this little thing in the Qiankun bag, so he could only hold it himself.

A thought suddenly flashed through him, didn't he kill a tailgating guy the day before yesterday, this guy once had a beast ring in his hand!

The Beast Ring, a thing that can place a spirit pet or a demon beast, is similar to the Qiankun Bag. Because it can hold living things, it is very valuable.

So Ling Xiaoye flipped through his Qiankun bag, wanting to find the Royal Beast Ring from the things he had scavenged that day.

Just as Ling Xiaoye was busy, the crowd automatically gave way to a way, and about ten martial artists, all of them masters in the late stage of the Illusory God Realm, walked in front of Ling Xiaoye together.

The leader was a woman, and she said, "This fellow Daoist, the little mink in your hand, are you willing to make a move?"