Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 196 Deal!Glass Beast and Falling Feather Rubber

The face of the middle-aged monk Wen surnamed became even redder, and after a glance with the white-haired old man, he asked greedily: "Brother Yun has information about Suanni beasts, we two will follow your lead, only."

The scar-faced man narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the words, and motioned for the other party to continue.

The white-haired old man smiled and said: "The old man and fellow Taoist Wen are also a little puzzled. Could it be that the three of us are not opponents of a sixth-level beast? Why did Brother Yun invite fellow Taoist Yang together?"

The middle-aged monk surnamed Wen remained silent, obviously agreeing with this statement.

The scar-faced man frowned, thought for a moment and sighed, then opened and closed his lips quickly, but without any words coming out, he directly transmitted the sound:
"What the two brothers don't know is that the Suanni beast is the king of monsters. Its strength is astonishing. Although it is only a sixth-level monster, according to my information, it has reached the peak of the sixth level, almost seven. Super-level strength, coupled with innate supernatural powers and a monster's natural strong body, is almost no weaker than a monk in the late stage of alchemy."

"With the three of us alone, it is not difficult to defeat, but to kill this beast, I am afraid that there will be casualties. And that fellow Daoist Yang has not been in Black Rock City for a few years. Two and a half years ago, I said Invite the other party to cooperate with us to hunt down monsters."

The dozen or so foundation-building stage monks behind them were not surprised by this, and stood quietly with their heads down, not daring to make a sound at all.

"Brother Yun means..." The white-haired old man's expression changed, his eyes widened slightly, he hesitated to speak.

"Good plan! Wait for that kid and Suanni beast to both lose, and I'll take advantage of it later, hehe!" The middle-aged monk Wen surnamed also said through voice transmission, with a savage smile on his face.

The scar-faced man nodded approvingly, and just looked at the two people in front of him. In his cloudy eyes, the sinister look flashed away, and then he smiled kindly as if nothing had happened: "Speaking of which, Fellow Daoist Yang seems to have discovered something before. The day has not returned, I will wait"

Before he finished speaking, the scar-faced man raised his eyebrows unexpectedly and looked into the distance.

The red-faced middle-aged monk surnamed Wen and the grim-faced white-haired old man were only a moment behind, and turned their heads in the same surprise.

I see.

A burst of purple light appeared in the sky, and in a few flashes it crossed the deep blue sea and arrived near the edge of the abyss.

Accompanied by thunderous tremors, the brilliance flashed, revealing a handsome man in black and brocade robes, who was clearly Yang Gan himself.

At this moment, he looked calm and indifferent, holding a huge pale white, crystal clear sea beast in one hand.

This monster has a body of more than ten feet in size, with a ferocious face, but there is no sound on it, obviously its soul and soul have been wiped out.

"Glass Beast!" The white-haired old man subconsciously blurted out, and the middle-aged monk surnamed Wen was also shocked, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. As for the scar-faced man, although he was still calm, his eyes still twitched slightly.

"Young fellow Daoist Yang, you really are amazingly powerful. You can kill the glazed beast by yourself. I'm afraid it's not weaker than a monk in the late stage of alchemy." The scar-faced man laughed dryly twice, and praised him in this way.

As soon as he said this, the white-haired old man and the rosy-faced middle-aged monk Wen looked at each other and remained silent.

The glazed beast is a sixth-level monster. Although it is not capable of leapfrogging the battle with the royal beasts among the monsters, it is not weaker than the average monks in the middle stage of alchemy.

Among the three of them, it is not difficult for the two of them to join forces, but if they are alone, they can retreat completely. It is still somewhat difficult to kill alone, and seeing the other party's calm appearance, it seems that there is still room for it.

Could it be that the opponent's strength is already comparable to that of a monk in the late stage of alchemy?
The scar-faced men and the three couldn't help becoming suspicious, and their fear of Yang Qian became more and more serious in their hearts.

"Fellow Daoist Yun is overly praised. It is only because I have a formation in my hand that can restrain this kind of monster that I can barely kill it alone," Yang Gan shook his head and explained calmly.

"Oh, so that's the case." The scar-faced man nodded and said suddenly, but no one knows how much he believed in his heart.

Yang Gan smiled slightly, regardless of what the scar-faced man was thinking, but turned his head slightly, and said to the white-haired old man: "Daoyou Jiang, I remember that you seem to have a piece of 'falling feather rubber', and this glazed beast should be enough to exchange. I don't know if you can give up your love?"

Yang Gan didn't touch the inner alchemy and soul of the glazed beast, and even the entire body of the monster was kept as intact as possible, just to exchange refining materials with the white-haired old man. If the other party agrees, everyone will be happy.

If you disagree.
"Oh? Fellow Daoist Yang actually fell in love with my 'Luoyu Rubber.'" The white-haired old man frowned inadvertently, and was surprised when he heard this.

The "falling feather rubber" is a rare material for refining the magic weapon of Qimen. The white-haired old man got such a piece by coincidence. It is extremely rare, but in terms of value, it can barely be exchanged.

Seeing the white-haired old man pondering, Yang Gan was not in a hurry, but just waited quietly.

After a while, the white-haired old man seemed to have made some decision, and he patted the storage bag on his waist with one hand. Accompanied by a jet of black-white aura, a group of white jelly-like concretions appeared in his palm, and then nothing Without hesitation, he tossed it lightly, and flew out with a whoosh.

Yang Gan stretched out his hand to take a picture with a calm expression, and grabbed the white gelatinous concretion in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Immediately afterwards, with a flick of the hand, the huge body of the glazed beast turned into a parabola and flew towards the white-haired old man not far away.

The old man stretched out his hand and accurately caught the glazed beast, a satisfied smile flashed across his face.

Falling feather rubber, Yang Qian is going to incorporate it into "Purple Cloud Wings". This kind of thing is very suitable for refining strange magic weapons, but it is usually difficult to find. The deal between the two.

The scar-faced man and the red-faced middle-aged man surnamed Wen watched Yang Gan's conversation with the white-haired old man indifferently, looking on the sidelines.

As for the dozen or so foundation-building stage monks in the rear, they lowered their heads deeply, and they were not qualified to speak at all.

"Yang Daoyou, Jiang Daoyou, congratulations to both of you." The scar-faced man showed a smile on his face, "It's time for me to start looking for the traces of Suanni beasts. This kind of royal family of monsters is rare in the world. I'm afraid It's not easy to find."

After hearing what the scar-faced man said, Yang Gan and the others couldn't help but look at each other and nodded with a slight smile.

(End of this chapter)