Chaos Ancestor Dragon Art

Chapter 9

The streets of Zhenmo City are not wide, but they are all extremely old stone buildings, and even the stone slabs on the ground have traces of time.

The city is not big, but there are many people. There are practitioners who come and go. Most of them are in the physical state. Occasionally, you can see one or two people in the transcendental state full of true energy.

As for the existence above the Transcendent Realm, there must be some, but the current Long Hao can't detect it at all.

Among them, there are not many holy land disciples like Long Hao, and most of them are casual cultivators or disciples of some sects, who come here to practice.

The original intention of Town Demon City was to suppress the abyssal demons. Practitioners who come here, whether they are looking for chance treasures or experience, as long as they are dealing with the abyss demons, Town Demon City will always come.

Passing through the streets and alleys, the shops on both sides are extremely lively, and there are thousands of goods in them, all of which are treasures that can be improved by practitioners. They are dazzling and coveted.

Most of these treasures came from within the Demon Suppressing Abyss, and many came from various places outside.

Magic weapons, martial arts and martial arts... Long Hao even discovered that there was a Hualong Pill in a shop.

Dragon Transformation Pill, that is a precious panacea that can allow monks in the physical state to break through the extraordinary realm, even Long Hao covets it.

It's a pity that everything here can be exchanged for spirit stones, and the price is quite expensive. A low-grade spirit stone costs 8000 yuan for a Dragon Transformation Pill.

But now Long Hao is penniless except for a bottle of blood essence pill that can be used for healing.

"Out of sight, out of mind, when Uncle Long comes back, I will definitely get some good things."

Withdrawing his fiery gaze, Long Hao forcibly suppressed the thought of wanting to snatch it, and said to himself rather depressed in his heart.

After walking through the lively streets, Long Hao came to the central square of Zhenmo City.

The square is huge, and the ground is covered with hard bluestone slabs, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

This is the entrance to the Abyss of Suppressing Demons, and there are nearly 10 people coming and going every day.

Long Hao was at the back of a long queue, walking forward slowly, with his physical cultivation, it was very inconspicuous to be among them.

"Yo, it's Brother Lin, I didn't expect you to come too."

The two purple-clothed youths who were standing at the entrance to maintain order saw an arrogant man approaching, and immediately flattered them respectfully.

"Well, these are all members of my Lin family." The arrogant man nodded his head slightly, his true energy was like the scorching sun, and he was actually a strong man in the Transcendent Realm.

"Haha, Senior Brother Lin's family is our own, please come in quickly." The two young men in purple said with flattering faces, and welcomed Senior Brother Lin in.

"Hey...you, what about you."

Suddenly, one of the purple-clothed youths stopped a blue-clothed youth who was following Senior Brother Lin and his party.

"Do you understand the rules?" Another young man in purple looked over and sneered.

"What's the rule?" The boy in blue looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, and his face was full of youthfulness, full of doubts.

"If you want to go in, ten low-grade spirit stones per person."

"What? Ten low-grade spirit stones, when did Town Demon City have such a rule? Besides, why didn't they have to hand them in just now..." The blue-clothed boy's eyes were full of anger.

Demon Town was built by the sages of human beings with the purpose of suppressing the abyssal demons. All practitioners in the world are welcome to enter it to hunt and kill the demons. Naturally, there is no rule of charging.

These were all decided by the disciples of the Holy Land who maintained order here, just to make some extra money.

"That's our inner sect brother in Zixiao Holy Land, and you can compare with him?"

"Hmph, to tell you the truth, I just follow the rules, if you don't have spirit stones, just go away."

Those two youths in purple were extremely arrogant, and if they didn't speak speculatively, they just slapped the youth in blue, knocking the youth to the ground.

"hiss……"

"Looking at this posture, it is definitely at the ninth level of the physical body, and it bears nine thousand catties of strength."

"As expected of a genius in Zixiao Holy Land, he has such cultivation at such a young age."

Everyone in the queue at the back was shocked when they saw it, and their eyes showed fear.

"You..." The blue-clothed boy was bleeding blood from the corner of his mouth, and he was extremely angry, but was stopped by the gray-clothed old man beside him.

"Master, we can't afford to offend Zixiao Holy Land, so let's be patient first." The gray-clothed old man seemed to have a deep meaning, and then tremblingly took out 20 yuan of low-grade spirit stones from the package, and handed them over to the other party .

"Hey, that's right."

After receiving the Lingshi, the two youths in purple showed a smile, waved their hands impatiently and said, "Come on, remember to be more careful next time, not everyone can be offended."

"The ones behind, hurry up."

"Everyone prepare ten low-grade spirit stones, if you don't have any, get out as soon as possible, don't waste my time."

Soon, the two young men in purple turned their eyes on the person behind them again, their eyes were fierce, and they looked confident.

After seeing the blue-clothed boy in front of him being injured by a palm, the people behind were all stunned. They didn't dare to have the slightest complaint, so they could only obediently hand in the spirit stone.

Long Hao was soon in line.

"Hey...are you blind, or are you deaf." With an arrogant voice, a young man in purple with a mole on the corner of his mouth stretched out his hand to stop Long Hao.

"Ten low-grade spirit stones, do you understand the rules?" The man raised his hand as he said that, with a look of impatience and contempt on his face.

Long Hao frowned, then took out his disciple token and said, "I am an outer disciple of the Shaking Light Holy Land."

Hearing this, the man was startled, and after seeing clearly that the token was real, he wanted to let it go.

The town of Demon Town is under the common control of the six nearby holy places, so those who are disciples of the holy places generally do not charge, this is an unspoken rule.

After all, at some point, it might be the turn of the disciples from the Yaoguang Holy Land to guard the entrance.

But when the man saw clearly that Long Hao only had the seventh level of physical body cultivation, his expression suddenly became disdainful.

"So what, you are just a small outer disciple, you have to pay the fee."

"I wipe, I have a bad temper!"

Long Hao's anger burst into flames, he was polite enough before, but he didn't expect these guys to be shameless, he really thought Long Hao was a bully.

"What if I don't pay?"

Long Hao's eyes turned cold, and he confronted him tit for tat.

Don't say that he is penniless, even if he is rich, he will not give the other party a piece of Lingshi.

Buddhas fight for a stick of incense, people fight for a breath!

"I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the boy, I will discipline you on behalf of your teacher."

"watch out!"

With a cold snort, the young man in purple with a mole on the corner of his mouth struck out immediately, hitting Long Hao's face with a horizontal fist.

boom!
As soon as he punched out, his energy exploded, like a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable.

Middle-grade martial arts - Huben Fist!

(End of this chapter)