Mo Xiaochuan's eyes were as cold as lightning, and he looked at the noble son.

The noble boy also glared back without showing weakness. However, it can be seen from his fluttering eyes that his focus is on Zhuang Xiaoxian and Yushang.

Mo Xiaochuan's eyes loomed with murderous intent, how could his own woman be blasphemous by such a swinger. Mo Xiaochuan was about to make a move, when suddenly, in the sea of divine soul consciousness, Hongmeng Tower churned, as if it had encountered something that made it very excited, and it was almost excited to jump out of the sea of divine soul consciousness.

Mo Xiaochuan hurriedly suppressed Hongmeng Tower's restlessness. At this time, there was a strong desire from Hongmeng Tower.

Yes, it's a longing, as if I've found my long-lost lover, the kind of heartfelt desire.

This is the first time that Hongmeng Pagoda has had such an emotional thing since Mo Xiaochuan got Hongmeng Tower.

It shows that there must be something around this that interests Hongmeng Tower. What can make Hongmeng Tower interesting is not ordinary.

So, Mo Xiaochuan hurriedly searched the surrounding stalls.

No.

No.

Or not.

No.

No.

There you have it, yes, it's that stall.

When Mo Xiaochuan's eyes touched the stall, Hongmeng Tama felt a sense of intimacy.

The stall Mo Xiaochuan saw, the stall owner was a half-step Nine Heavens Xuan Immortal mid-stage cultivator of about sixty or so. A sixty-year-old half-step Nine Heavens Xuan Immortal cultivator was already a peerless demon on the Qin and Han Continents.

However, the immortal spirit power of this cultivator's whole body was so imprison that it could not circulate in the meridians. This also caused him to be like an ordinary person, or even inferior to an ordinary person, at the age of sixty, but like an old man who was about to die with his peers, the wrinkles on his face were horizontal and vertical, like a knife carving. The body is rickety, and the breath is like pulling a bellows, snorting, as if the next breath will not be able to catch it immediately.

The old man looked lonely and helpless, he was cleaning up his stall at the moment, preparing to leave the market.

"This Taoist friend is slow, I don't know if I can take a look at the things on your stall, I just like to collect some strange things, I see that there are a lot of such things in your stall. Mo Xiaochuan hurriedly stepped forward and said to the old man.

The old man raised his dim, cloudy eyes and glanced at Mo Xiaochuan, "Is Childe really interested in these strange things of mine?" However, Xiao Lao'er still has to say that these things are all picked up by Xiao Lao'er from the wild, and they may be useless to cultivators. So, Childe, please think twice. ”

"Huh...... Whether it is useful to cultivators or not, I don't care about these things, I just know, I can like it. Fellow Daoists rest assured, as long as you have something in your booth that is eye-catching for you to look at, no matter whether it is useful to the cultivator or not, the price below will satisfy Daoist friends. Mo Xiaochuan said with a smile, that smile made people feel like a spring breeze, and they couldn't help but feel a kind of convincing.

"Okay, since that's the case, Xiao Lao'er will set up the stall again and let the son choose and choose. To be honest, Xiao Lao'er hasn't opened it for several days, and if it doesn't open again, the house won't be able to open the pot. The old man may be because there are customers who are willing to look at their things and hope to sell them for some money, so there is excitement in both his tone and his eyes.

"Haha...... This dry old man's things, the whole Nantian City, who doesn't know, are just some broken bricks and tiles, ordinary stones, although the shape is a little weird, but it is useless for cultivators, as long as they are willing, cultivators can make many of these things with a wave of their hands, how many or how much, and only those who are stupid and lack money will be interested in this kind of thing. When the noble son saw that Mo Xiaochuan had chosen the stall of the withered old man, he was immediately in a good mood, and laughed and mocked.

Mo Xiaochuan was cold, with murderous eyes, and coldly skimmed over.

The noble prince only felt a pain in his eyes, and his heart was horrified, and he couldn't help but "kick and kick" and take three steps back, and then stood still.

Suddenly remembered that he was scared off by a hillbilly, and his heart was angry. "Huh" took five steps forward and walked to a distance of less than fifty centimeters in front of Mo Xiaochuan: "Hillbilly, what are you staring at? Believe it or not, this son gouged out your eyes as bubbles." In Nantian City, no one has dared to play tricks with this son. ”

"If you dare to say a word again, believe it or not, I will immediately leave you speechless forever. Mo Xiaochuan's gloomy tone, as if he had been reborn from the Nine Secluded Underground Mansion, caused the surrounding temperature to drop sharply.

It's cold, it's cold, it's cold to the bone.

Surprised, shocked, not only the noble son, but even the surrounding vendors, looking at Mo Xiaochuan, all had a creepy feeling.

No one could have imagined how a dirt bun who seemed to be just an ordinary person, a young master, and an upstart, could have such an aura. This ruthless indifference, similar to that of a bloodthirsty beast.

Gui Gongzi bore the brunt of this, he only felt his bladder enlarge sharply, and the urge to urinate instantly eroded his brain.

The smell of urine began to spread in the market, centered on the noble son.

Mo Xiaochuan glanced at your son contemptuously, just like this kind of cowardice, he dared to come out and provoke right and wrong, I really don't know how to write the dead word.

The noble son was already angry in his heart at this time. has risen so much since he was a child, and who has dared to treat him like this, he has always bullied people, and who dared to bully him.

The more you thought about it, the more hated it became, so he gritted his teeth and crushed the jade talisman in his hand, and then looked at Mo Xiaochuan who was paying attention to the dry old man's stall with a cruel smile. He would definitely not let Mo Xiaochuan die so easily. He was going to torture him so hard that he would regret coming into this world.

Mo Xiaochuan's mood at the moment was not at all on the noble son, and he urgently needed to know what could make Hongmeng Tower react like this.

The dry old man's stall, under the wispy old man's thin fingers, was displayed in front of Mo Xiaochuan little by little.

Sure enough, as the withered old man said, his stall was completely full of ordinary stones, tree roots and other miscellaneous items, if you want to say novelty, that is, the shape is stranger. If you like to hunt for curiosities, you may be able to sell one or two pieces, but in this market full of cultivators, it is estimated that the dry old man is really like he said, it is difficult to open.

The earthy yellow cloth was about to come to an end, and Mo Xiaochuan's heartbeat gradually accelerated.

Finally, a round ball with a surface full of potholes, gray and not eye-catching, appeared in Mo Xiaochuan's eyes.

Familiar, affectionate, and connected by blood, like a parent to a child, a husband to a wife, this feeling lingers in my heart.

When Mo Xiaochuan himself felt inexplicable, a name "Nine Pearls of Heaven and Earth" suddenly popped up in his mind.

(End of chapter)