Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Blood-condensing flower is the main material for refining blood-stopping elixirs. It only requires ten middle-grade spiritual energy stones. If you pass by, don't miss it."

"The skull of a seventh-level mid-level beast stepping on the cloud lion can be used to forge eighth-level weapons and twenty mid-level spiritual energy stones. This opportunity cannot be missed, and it will never come back."

"Mysterious ore, which is difficult to melt with all fires. It is said that it can forge the best magic weapon, a medium-grade spiritual stone. It is on sale at a blood-vomiting sale. If you want it, fellow Taoists, hurry up and snap it up."

As soon as he walked into Yunshui Town, countless noisy hawking sounds reached Zhang Yifeng's ears.

Although the town is small, it is very lively.

Zhang Yifeng just glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

Many of the things these monks sell are very low-grade materials, and with his current vision, they are simply not worthy of his discernment.

Moreover, he discovered that the items sold by some monks were simply worthless fakes, but in their mouths, they were said to be unparalleled treasures that could be used to forge magic weapons.

Shaking his head, Zhang Yifeng was about to walk forward when a group of people suddenly surrounded him.

This group of people formed a circle very skillfully, surrounding Zhang Yifeng in the middle. It seemed that this was not the first time they had done this kind of thing.

Among the crowd, a monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks looked at Zhang Yifeng with a wretched expression, smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist, I see you are new to Yunshui Town, right?"

Zhang Yifeng nodded and looked at the monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, a hint of deep interest in his eyes.

He wanted to see what these monks were going to do.

Seeing Zhang Yifeng nodding, the monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks showed a hint of joy in his eyes, which flashed away. He rolled his eyes a few times and said, "Fellow Taoist, I have an ancestral treasure here. Are you interested? "

An heirloom treasure? Listening to the words of the monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, Zhang Yifeng was speechless for a while. Isn't this the opening line often used by those charlatans and magicians to deceive people? Why did the monks also start to use this trick?

However, he did not expose the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked monk's lie, but asked with great interest: "Oh? An ancestral treasure? I'm a little curious, take it out and let me see it."

Hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, the monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks looked at each other vaguely with his companion. It seems to be saying that we have encountered a big fish again!

There was an inexplicable smile in everyone's eyes.

"Ahem." The monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks coughed lightly, looked at Zhang Yifeng and continued, "Fellow Taoist, it's not convenient to talk here, how about we go aside and talk?"

Zhang Yifeng sneered in his heart, but said: "Okay."

Seeing Zhang Yifeng agreeing, the sharp-mouthed monk smiled.

"Brother, please come with me."

The sharp-mouthed monk walked forward and led Zhang Yifeng to a hidden alleyway.

The monk with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks turned around, smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist, this is the treasure passed down from my ancestors. I only need one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones. Please take a look at it."

After speaking, he took out a blood-red wooden stick from the storage ring and handed it to Zhang Yifeng's eyes.

Looking at the wooden stick in the hands of the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked monk, Zhang Yifeng was stunned for a moment.

Is this a baby too?

Isn't this the blood-sucking vine?

In Lingyue Continent, vampire vines are a very common plant. Almost wherever there are plants, there will be vampire vines.

The blood-sucking vine is not even a panacea, but it is the ancestral treasure of the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked monk. Even a fool can see that he is trying to blackmail someone.

Blackmail happens every day, but Zhang Yifeng never thought that one day such a thing would happen to him.

Zhang Yifeng looked at the branches of the blood-sucking vine in his hand, with a smile on his lips.

"It's indeed a good thing. One hundred mid-grade spiritual stones are not expensive at all." Zhang Yifeng looked at the blood-sucking vine in his hand with an "amazed" look on his face.

Hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, the sharp-mouthed monk was stunned. Zhang Yifeng's reaction was somewhat different from what he had imagined.

Could it be that he didn't recognize it as a vampire vine?

Such an idea suddenly popped into the mind of the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked monk.

However, although Zhang Yifeng's words caught him off guard, he quickly reacted and saw a smile on his face.

"Since fellow Taoist has taken a fancy to my family heirloom, I will reluctantly part with it. Fellow Taoist, please pay one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones, and the treasure will be yours."

Thinking that he was about to obtain a huge fortune, the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked monk couldn't help but feel excited.

However, just when he was extremely ecstatic, Zhang Yifeng's words made his smile freeze on his face.

"Fellow Taoist has misunderstood. The things are good things, but I don't want them." After listening to Zhang Yifeng's words, the monk's face turned cold at that time. He looked at Zhang Yifeng with cold eyes and said coldly: "You really don't want?"

Zhang Yifeng nodded: "Vampire vines can be seen everywhere on the roadside. Do you think I will want them?"

"Boy, are you playing with me?"

At this moment, the monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks finally reacted. He knew that he was being teased by Zhang Yifeng.

From the very beginning, Zhang Yifeng recognized this as a blood-sucking vine!

But so what?

Now that Zhang Yifeng recognized it, he didn't intend to waste time with Zhang Yifeng anymore. He looked at Zhang Yifeng with a sneer and said, "Fellow Taoist, I won't embarrass you. As long as you hand over the storage ring, I will let you go." you left."

When coaxing failed, the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked monk decided to rob him openly.

Hearing the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked monk's words, Zhang Yifeng smiled: "Your words reminded me."

"What did I remind you of?"

In the astonished expression of the monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, Zhang Yifeng's eyes suddenly turned cold. He looked at the monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks and said in a cold voice.

"Leave the storage ring and you can leave."

"What?" The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked monk looked at Zhang Yifeng in disbelief and said, "You want me to keep the storage ring?"

"What? No?"

Zhang Yifeng asked instead without answering.

"Okay, I have the guts!"

The sharp-mouthed monk smiled, glanced at Zhang Yifeng, and then clapped his hands.

Immediately afterwards, in a corner not far away, seven or eight monks surrounded him with fierce expressions.

Looking at the people who suddenly appeared, Zhang Yifeng had no trouble in his eyes. He knew these people, they were the same people who surrounded him before.

At this time, a bearded voice came: "Skinny Monkey, I have told you that your method is no longer effective. Now, I still have to take action."

After the voice fell, he looked at Zhang Yifeng fiercely.

"Boy, if you are sensible, please hand over the storage ring, otherwise, I don't mind letting you taste the pain of my flesh and blood."

After hearing what the bearded man said, Zhang Yifeng smiled.

"Skin and flesh pain? Does it hurt? When you say that, I want to learn from it."