In the cultivation technique area.
On the path of cultivation, some people said that treasures were important, some said that weapons were important, and some said that the cultivation environment was important.
But the first condition for cultivation was to know how to cultivate.
And the cultivation technique area was to tell you how to cultivate.
Therefore, the advanced cultivation technique area of Wanjie Lou had the most customers wandering back and forth.
"Little ones, good job."
In the Cultivation Technique Area of the Demon Clan, the Azure Python King's entire body was covered in azure colored scales that were like pieces of green jadeite. They were sparkling and translucent, and they flickered with a dreamy radiance. His body that was an entire 30 meters long lay on the aisle as he praised the surrounding little demons with big mouthfuls of blood.
Green Python King was a famous tycoon in Wanjie Lou. The Blood Orchid was a very special plant that could only be grown in the world of the Raging Python Disaster. Even if it was grown in other worlds, it would be difficult to survive.
With dozens of acres of Blood Orchid, Green Python King was like a big landlord.
Although he didn't establish his own force, he had a lot of underlings in the Myriad World Mall. Once he spread his value, countless little demons would bow down to him.
The Azure Python King had already cultivated the Spirit-Blood Tyrant Body, the cultivation technique. The goal of the limited time rush was mainly to choose two profound cultivation techniques.
Relying on the temptation of the gourmet street, countless little demons formed a human wall around Green Python King, preventing others from snatching the discounted goods.
Once someone approached, the fox and weasel demons among the little demons would approach and launch a poisonous gas attack.
The few people who passed by were dizzy from the smoke, and no one dared to approach that area again.
"Abbot Xuan Ci, what are you doing?" Jiu Mozhi looked at the row of bronze giants in front of him with a livid face. Shaolin Temple almost blocked all the advanced Buddhist techniques. He couldn't even get close to the crystal counter, how could he buy?
Fighting was not allowed in Wanjie Lou, and the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin Temple relied on the Henglian Kung Fu. Every one of them was tall and sturdy, and Jiu Mozhi couldn't squeeze in even if he wanted to.
As for going to the front desk of Wanjie Lou, by the time he ran to the front desk, the limited time panic buying would have already ended.
"Amitabha! Do as you please. "
Abbot Xuan Ci looked at the angry Jiu Mozhi with a kind face. His eyes were no longer as serious as last time he saw Jiu Mozhi.
The Buddhist Sect formed by the foreign monk alliance had been disbanded, and Jiu Mozhi had become the laughing stock of Wanjie Lou.
After being the Buddhist Sect Master for less than two hours, this Buddhist Sect Master actually withdrew from Buddhism.
"Suit yourself?" Jiu Mozhi was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
"Do as I please?"
As soon as he got close to the crystal counter, the 18 Bronze Men used their strong bodies to squeeze towards him.
As he approached the crystal counter, Jiu Mozhi was to be the strongest.
Not to mention that he was now alone. Jiu Mozhi did not want to fight against such a powerful alliance like the Shaolin Temple.
Unfortunately, Jiu Mozhi retreated. Abbot Xuan Ci glanced at the Eighteen Bronze Men beside him, and in an instant, three tall Eighteen Bronze Men surrounded Jiu Mozhi.
"Jiu Jiu Jiu Jiu Every, to Jiu Jiu, Jiu.
"You, you …" Jiu Mozhi's face turned red, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. These monks of the Shaolin Temple had gone too far.
The more Jiu Mo Zhi struggled, the more the Eighteen Bronze Men surrounded him.
"Am I going to sue Wanjie Lou?" Jiu Mozhi looked at the broken cards that suddenly appeared and said in a shrill voice.
The limited-time panic buying event had already begun. The feeling of being able to look but not be able to buy was too painful.
"A high-level cultivation technique with a 30% discount appeared over there. It hasn't been obtained yet." Someone shouted. Jiu Mozhi saw countless people crazily squeezing towards a crystal counter. It was a dense crowd.
"Nine Heavens Thunder Transformation Technique! Thirty percent off! "
On the crystal counter, a purple jade slip floated quietly. Purple halos flowed on top of it, making it look extremely mysterious.
The Nine Heavens Thunder Transformation Technique was a high-level cultivation technique. When cultivated to a high level, it could attract lightning from the Nine Heavens to attack the enemy.
Jiu Mozhi's face was ferocious. On the second floor of Wanjie Lou, any item with a 30% discount was a great opportunity.
But now, because of these monks of the Shaolin Temple, he didn't even have the chance to fight for it.
However, in the next moment, before Jiu Mozhi could react, the three Eighteen Bronze Men beside him suddenly left, their bodies tightly pressed against the crystal counter.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of messy footsteps sounded. Before Jiu Mozhi could turn around, he was taken away by a surging crowd.
"What are you doing?" Jiu Mozhi's face was full of fear. What was going on?
But no one answered him.
Perhaps Jiu Mozhi was unlucky. He wanted to turn around and follow the crowd, but he was tripped by the crazy crowd.
Tragedy!
Jiu Mozhi fell to the ground, trampled by countless people. Even with his inner force protecting his body, Jiu Mozhi's Qi and blood still shook.
"I want to kill …" Just as Jiu Mozhi was about to shout, he saw a familiar figure crawling out from under the crazy crowd.
"Looks like God of Poison from Zhu Xian world?" Jiu Mozhi was in disbelief.
Why were there a few blood red shoe prints on his face? Jiu Mozhi had heard that the Wan Du Clan's Sect Master, Poison God, came from a Zhu Xian world.
Although no one in Zhu Xian world became an immortal, there were still many cultivators who had lived for hundreds of years.
"Not good!" Looking at God of Poison, who was looking at him coldly, Jiu Mozhi felt bitter. Why did he raise his head? Otherwise, how could he see God of Poison's pathetic appearance?
Jiu Mozhi could only helplessly lie on the ground and pretend to be an ostrich.
Jiu Mozhi, who was lying on the ground, was scared by God of Poison. Looking at his cold eyes, Jiu Mozhi could only obediently follow.
"Who hit my d * ck?"
The Old Kid from the Legend of Condor Heroes world crawled under the crowd to the crystal counter. Just as he stood up and was about to take the cultivation technique from the crystal counter, a large hand suddenly slapped his crotch, not knowing whether it was intentional or not.
Even though the Old Kid was now a Great Master, he was still slapped until his entire body went limp and he fell to the ground.
The Old Kid's painful scream was like a signal.
"Who hit my balls?" Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youjian screamed at the same time and fell to the ground.
Damn, I'm still ten steps away from the crystal counter and he hit me with his knee.
"Five more minutes!"
Someone shouted. No one knew who screamed just now. The crowd around the crystal counter used all their strength to enter the crystal counter.
Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youjian, who had already fallen to the ground, was stepped on again and again by the surging footsteps.
"Isn't that Meng Zi?"
Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youjian was just about to get up when he was knocked down again by the surging crowd. He looked up and saw Meng Zi with two red shoe prints on his face.
Meng Zi and Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youjian were slightly stunned when they saw each other. Then they turned their heads without hesitation, as if they didn't know each other.
"Zhuangzi?" Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youjian had just turned his head, but he lowered his head again and crawled out.
It was a difficult journey. Relying on his strong vitality, after being stepped on hundreds of times, Emperor Chong Zhen, Zhu Youjian, finally crawled out.
Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youjian glanced around, then stood up and dusted off his clothes. He quickly left and ran to the healing area with his head down.
"Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youjian?" After being threatened by the Poison God, the Sect Master of the Wan Du Clan, Jiu Mozhi was brought to the healing area. Just as he was about to look for discounted goods, he saw Emperor Chong Zhen, Zhu Youjian, looking at him with a pair of cold eyes.
"Be careful!"
Emperor Chong Zhen, Zhu Youjian, applied a bottle of quick healing potion on his face. In just ten seconds, the three footprints on his face had completely disappeared. Before he left, he said coldly to Jiu Mozhi.
Jiu Mozhi looked at Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youjian, who was walking away quickly. He was panicking. Now he had offended the leader of another powerful force.
"Meng Zi?" Jiu Mozhi didn't dare to raise his head again. He ran into Meng Zi, who was also being careful.
The two stared at each other for a second.
"Be careful!" Meng Zi looked at Jiu Mozhi with a slight warning, then turned around and left quickly.
"As long as I don't tell anyone, it should be fine!" Jiu Mozhi comforted himself.
"Oh no, the Confucian Grandmaster Meng Zi is being stepped on!" However, the next second, Jiu Mozhi heard a loud roar.
Jiu Mozhi, "…"
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