Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 28 Mo Jiao
Jiaolongfang City.

Yan Ping came here in high spirits, but returned in disappointment.

This is Jiaolongfang City, snakes and pythons are rampant, and there are still ordinary snakes and pythons that have not yet enlightened, I don't know what it means.

"Young master, please stay."

Yan Ping turned around and found that the person calling to stop him was a plump woman in palace attire.

"What's the matter?"

The plump woman smiled and said, "Young Master, this is the first time you have come to Zhending Mountain. The Jiaolongfang City in Zhending Mountain that you see in front of you is for the subordinates of Jiaolong in the world to see."

"Selling dragons is something that is forbidden by dragons in the world. Zhendingzong has already offended the Dragon King of the Four Seas, but he dare not offend all the dragons in the world."

Yan Ping understood.

"The real Jiaolongfang City is hidden in the dark."

The plump woman smiled and said, "My lord, please follow me."

On the edge of the cliff, the plump woman stepped out and disappeared.

Landscape barrier.

Yan Ping stepped out of the cliff, the surrounding lights and shadows were distorted, and a huge market appeared in front of him.

"Awkward~"

A hundred-foot-long dragon flew over the head, and dragons chanted in the sky. Flood dragons more than ten feet long and tens of feet long abound.

It seems to have entered a dragon cave.

"Young master, please play as you please."

The plump woman left after she finished speaking, and returned to Jiaolongfang City outside.

The dragon aura is strong, and all eyes are filled with flood dragons.

This is the real Jiaolongfang City.

"The purebred Lijiao from Jiaolonggou in the South China Sea, don't miss it when you pass by."

"Northern Sea Ice Flood Dragon, there is only one female Flood Dragon left, the ice beauty in the sea, your best Taoist companion."

"Donghai Mojiao, a must-have mount for Confucian monks, the price is fair, and no one can deceive anyone."

"West Sea Fire Flood Dragon..."

"Rivering into the Clouds is grandly opened, there are many discounts, and there are free gifts from Jiaolong. Young and old, fairies and heroines from all over the world, don't miss it when you pass by. The event is only held for one day, and the first day is also the last day..."

Jiaolong gives it away for free!

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows and followed the sound.

Crowds of people.

The door is like a city.

No matter in which world it is free, it is a tried and tested promotional hot spot.

Hundreds of dragons of two or three feet were detained in a specific magic space, wandering around erratically.

The event was presided over by a female nun, her dress style was between revealing and revealing, with a graceful figure and a sweet voice, giving people infinite reverie and temptation.

Some watched Jiaolong, and some watched female cultivators.

"Fellow daoists, for the opening of the Cloud Flood Bank, a total of 660 six dragons will be given out for free. Those who belong to the dragon will get it if they are destined."

"Have you seen this magical channel? No matter what method you use, as long as you can lure the flood dragon into this magical channel, the attracted dragon will be yours."

"Fairy, if the six flood dragons of 660 are all introduced into the magic channel, wouldn't it be possible to take all the six flood dragons of 660 away."

"Yes, as long as you have the ability, you can take all the six dragons of 660 away."

"Is there any fellow daoist who wants to go on stage and have a try?"

"I come."

An old Taoist in Tsing Yi with a goatee flew up to the high platform, took out a piece of fragrant fish, and teased the dragons.

"Octopus sweet fish meat, one of the favorite meats of the Jiaolong genus."

"The value of this piece of octopus meat alone is not lower than that of a dragon."

"It moved. A three-foot-long fire dragon moved."

"Congratulations to this fellow Taoist, you have received a West Sea Fire Flood Dragon as a gift."

Yan Ping smiled, the first goatee Taoist priest to come to power was clearly a trustee.

The genus of the flood dragon is extremely precious. Of these 660 six flood dragons, it is considered good for the onlookers to get six of them in the end. How can you really get them all.

Yan Ping swept across the dragons one by one.

Among the genus of six dragons in 660, there are a total of 170 and two ink dragons, eighteen of which are compatible with Wen Dao.

Yan Ping raised the corner of his mouth.

What God does not take, is to be blamed.

Free door-to-door delivery, if you don’t take it, you won’t take it for free.

"Is there any fellow daoist who wants to go on stage and have a try?"

"I."

Yan Ping took a step forward, stepped onto the high platform, holding a feather fan, fluttering in white clothes, looking like a nobleman.

"This Daoist's handsome demeanor, please."

The female cultivator's eyes lit up, she is so handsome.

Yan Ping walked up to the group of Mo Jiao.

For the first time, it took the initiative to show the golden canopy above its head.

"You wait for Mo Jiao, if you are willing to practice with me and be the real dragon who protects the Confucian Dharma, come out."

"Cultural canopy, great Confucianism in the world!"

"How could there be such a young Confucian in the world?"

"Not only a great Confucian in the world, but also a Confucian monk."

"A future Confucian gentleman, even a sage."

"It's miserable, Rising to the Clouds is going to bleed a lot this time."

Looking at the literary canopy above the heads of the human race in front of them, all the ink dragons stared round.

They scrambled to swim towards the magic channel.

One, two, three...

The face of the female cultivator of Ruyun Jiaoxing changed drastically, and she quickly signaled the cultivator controlling the magic circle to close the passage.

Even so, in the end there were still 36 ink dragons that entered the spell channel.

Among them, there are the eighteen items that Yan Ping likes, which are in line with the Taoism, and can become the ink dragon of the Confucian Dharma protector.

If the passage was not closed, all the Mo Jiaos would probably want to go with Yan Ping.

There are fewer people who are both great Confucians and Confucian monks than real dragons.

Once you meet it, you can't miss it.

Rather than being bought by someone later, it is better to take the initiative to choose someone to follow.

Mo Jiao, who failed to enter the magic channel, slammed into the barrier frantically, not wanting to give up such an opportunity, and wanted to go with Yan Ping.

Many Mo Jiao's heads were bleeding from the bumps and they still kept hitting each other. They relayed each other and concentrated on hitting a little bit, and the rest of the dragons also came up to help.

The barrier finally cracked and shattered, and all the ink dragons rushed out, screaming excitedly.

Yan Ping didn't expect such a big battle, all Mo Jiao wanted to go with him.

What he felt immediately was not excitement, but a headache.

Raising Jiao is very, very expensive.

Raising eighteen ink dragons and raising 170 two ink dragons are completely different concepts.

How to do?
If these 170 and two ink dragons were taken away, he would have to tighten his belt from now on.

However, looking at the bloody heads of the ink dragons, listening to the excited and happy roars, thinking about the scene of the group of dragons struggling to hit the barrier just now.

Yan Ping, whose heart was greatly touched, couldn't bear to give up even one ink dragon.

He wasn't worried that Ruyun Jiaoxing would break his promise.

"Congratulations to this fellow Taoist, you have received 170 two ink dragons as a gift."

The nun squeezed out an ugly smile, and waved to open the passageway exit.

A group of dragons came out of the cave and danced excitedly around Yan Ping.

Those with uninjured heads rubbed against him affectionately.

"Is this the charm of great Confucianism?"

"It is said that the first ink dragon in the world was born in the ink pond. Is the legend true?"

"Mo Jiao is naturally close to literature and Taoism, and all Confucian academies raise Mo Jiao, the legend should be true."

When the news spread, there was a sensation in the market, and countless monks came here, wanting to see who Shen Sheng actually attracted 170 and two ink dragons to follow with their lives.

Yan Ping didn't dare to stay for a long time, he opened his mouth and sucked in, swallowed all the ink jelly, and escaped.

Ask for collection, ask for investment, ask for recommendation tickets~
(End of this chapter)