Li Mubai looked at these silly and silly ghost slaves with a blue face, and a dumb look in his mouth. In addition, these ghost slaves didn't obey their orders at all. When they woke up, they only knew to hold their thighs and smile foolishly. Seeing this scene, Li Mubai felt an unknown anger in his heart.

"Where are people!"

Li Mubai spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I've run away long ago. Although these ghost slaves are a little stupid, they are indeed transformed from pure Yin Qi, and there will be no falsehood. Now they are stupid because their spiritual intelligence has not been opened. If you take good care of them in the future, you may be able to enlighten them and activate spiritual intelligence."

Huang Yuelang comforted Li Mubai.

"Hmph, one of the eight high-level talismans is really cheap. You also said you should enlighten me. I am not a great monk, so it is not so easy."

Li Mubai snorted coldly in his nose and said coldly.

"Forget it, you both have half of it. In fact, you still have a lot of advantages. You draw high-level talismans and can practice the mana you consume again. Although it takes some time, the other party is different. If these five ghost slaves are well trained, you can go to the underworld in the future. Besides, this woman may have encountered any trouble. Didn't you see her leaving in a hurry? If I had these five ghost slaves, I wouldn't have given up so easily."

Huang Yuelang's face was covered in darkness. Listening to Li Mubai's words, how much he suffered in his feelings? Li Mubai may not know how precious the creatures transformed by the yin energy of heaven and earth are. His talismans only consumed some of his blood, and then worked for several hours. He even complained about such a good baby.

"She is in a hurry to leave, because she is guilty. What should I do now?"

Li Mubai relaxed his tone and pointed to the ghost slave who was holding his legs on the ground and trying to climb up. He gritted his teeth and asked.

"What else can I do? Take them back into the bracelet first."

Huang Yuelang sighed.

Li Mubai grabbed the soul trap bracelet and waved it expressionlessly below. Five fat ghost slaves were put into the bracelet. After putting away the bracelet, they continued to stop and walk around the rest.

I met a stall owner again, a female ghost wearing a white long gown and looking resentful.

In front of her was a white cardboard box with some small things placed inside, but they were all made of paper. There were also many wandering ghosts watching next to Li Mubai.

After changing a few places, I also encountered other disciples in the magic world selling talismans, as well as some low-level magic weapons. Most of these talismans are mostly low-level talismans, which are difficult to see intermediate talismans, and high-level talismans are rare. After seeing more than a dozen stalls, only one stall owner has two talismans for sale, and this talisman is still a bit old and must have existed for a long time.

In addition to selling magical instruments and talismans, there are also rare herbs. Centennial ginseng is no longer rare here. Some magic circles even stole herbs from masters to sell them, but everyone is masked and they are not clear about it.

While we were walking very energetic, the paper lanterns above their heads suddenly began to become light and dark. Seeing this, the stall owners closed their stalls, and an illusory voice came from the end of the street:

"The time has come, return to your position!"

The voice is low and has a hint of irresistible majesty.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Mubai felt a gust of cold wind all over his body, and black shadows passed by him one after another. Even the Shou Gong pushed the car and creaked away. The black shadows quickly disappeared deep into the street like a torrent. When the white lanterns above his head were completely extinguished, there were only more than a dozen people in cloaks around him, but most of them quietly left the ghost street, as if no one had ever come.

"Let's go, it's getting late."

Huang Yuelang greeted Li Mubai and started to go to Antique Street. The Antique Street was closed until four in the morning, so there are still many people now.

"What do you want to do? I like this thing, why do you want to grab it?"

Su Ming's loud shout suddenly came from afar, and Lu Fei's gangster, and the front was in chaos.

Li Mubai's face changed, he walked forward, pushed away the crowd, and saw a stall selling antiques, a few people were arguing. There were five people on the other side, and there were only Lu Fei and Su Ming here, and the two groups of people were full of gunpowder.

"Hmph, what you like is yours? Haven't you paid yet?"

A cold and unkind voice came over.

"Okay, stall owner, who did you say you would sell to!"

Su Ming's voice became a little louder. When he walked to the stall owner, the voice was loud, which made people's ears numb. Li Mubai couldn't help but be slightly surprised and looked at Su Ming in surprise.

When he said this, he obviously shouted at the five people on the other side. His voice was very majestic and an irresistible majesty, which made the people's bodies involuntarily take a few steps back. Although they were wearing masks, the faces of those people were definitely not much better. The stall owner was just a thin old man with a thin body and a hooked back. His voice was a little old, saying:

"You two will discuss how to buy it?"

The old man was very sleek, and neither side was willing to offend him.

"no."

The other party is very decisive.

"This is a ghost market, and there is a order of buying things. Do you want to make trouble?"

Li Mubai and Huang Yuelang walked over and spoke coldly.

When Lu Fei saw Li Mubai and the others coming, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"So it's a group of people. Don't think that if there are two more people, we're afraid of you, get out of here."

The previous disciple had a bad tone. After walking a few steps, he scolded Li Mubai coldly.

"I'm not a little angry!"

Su Ming rushed up, and his palm turned into claws to grab the man in the cloak. This claw made people unable to avoid it. The cloak on the man in the cloak was immediately captured. A young boy appeared in front of everyone. The boy was combed in a bun, with a Taoist robe inside, and a wooden sword behind him. Su Ming grabbed the cloak and had not yet reacted.

"Disciple of Taiqing Sect!"

The people next to him were a little surprised to see the boy dressed like this. The boy then realized and looked at Su Ming in anger.

"Three generations of disciples?"

Seeing the Taoist dress, Zeng De, a disciple of Taiqing Sect who was originally with Zhuoer and Huineng of Wuliang Temple, couldn't help but walk over, stared at the young disciple coldly, and said:

"You are a third generation disciple, why are you causing trouble here?"

"Who are you?"

When the boy saw Zeng De appear, his face slightly changed and he began to carefully look at the man in the cloak in front of him. Zeng De simply removed the cloak and mask on his body, his eyes were cold and his slender eyes were staring at the third generation of disciples.

"Senior Brother Zeng De!"

The boy looked overjoyed when he saw the real face of the cloaked man.

There are only so many disciples in one generation. Although Zeng De's strength ranks weakly in the Taiqing Sect, he is a disciple of the generation after all.

"You are easily restrained by someone. Among the three generations of disciples, you are the weakest."

Zeng De said coldly.

"My junior brother is ashamed."

The young man turned his head embarrassedly and did not dare to look directly at Zeng De. This kind of sect has a strong sense of hierarchy. Even if one generation of disciples is only in his teens and the third generation of disciples are dozens of years old, the third generation of disciples must be respectful to the first generation of disciples and do not dare to rely on their seniority at all.

The disciples of Taiqing Sect are very strong and are definitely not fooling the store.

Zeng De turned his head, looked at Lu Fei coldly, stepped forward, his arm poked out like lightning, and went straight to Su Ming's chest. Su Ming's face changed slightly. Although he had practiced for more than half a year under the guidance of the head of Xuanfan of Wuliang Temple, Zeng De had practiced for many years after all, and as a disciple of a generation, it was not simple. Su Ming's hands were split and he bombarded with a palm technique. However, the other party was very powerful, and Su Ming's arms were slightly numb. However, his palm technique was very wonderful, and he did not seem to be at a disadvantage.

"Great Compassionate Palm?"

Li Mubai shouted softly, because he seemed to have seen Mo Li use this palm technique, but Mo Li is even more powerful after all, and of course, he is more than ten times more cruel. When Su Ming uses it, he looks extremely compassionate and his movements are very awkward.

Of course, besides Li Mubai, there was another person present who was also very surprised, and this person was Huineng.

How could there be disciples from Wuliang Temple come here? Huineng is a little unaware of it. This Great Compassion Palm is the unique skill of Wuliang Temple. Generally, only one generation of disciples can practice it. However, the Great Compassion Palm practiced by a generation of disciples is very smooth to display. The person in front of him seems not very skillful. He used this palm technique to attack the enemy for the first time.

"!"

After Su Ming was knocked back by Zeng De's palm, his chest suddenly bulged, and he shouted loudly at Zeng De. A light golden wave of light rushed out of his mouth and headed straight for Zeng De. Zeng De was unprepared and took a few steps back. Blood flowed out of his ears, because Su Ming's voice was too loud, which made the people around him retreat not far.

"The Buddhist lion roars!"

Huineng could no longer help but walk forward. This person was undoubtedly from his Wuliang Temple. Although Wuliang Temple has always been compassionate, it is impossible to watch other sects bully their disciples.

Another point is that even a generation of disciples of the Buddhist lion roar may not be able to practice, because this is the unique skill of the leader Xuanfan. He can use the roar to shock the enemy and make the enemy unable to resist in his heart. Huineng will do it. That was given to him by Xuanfan. So who is this cloaked boy? There are only a few who can be seen as lion roaring in Wuliang Temple, and these are all Huineng’s acquaintances. Judging from Su Ming’s accent, Huineng concluded that he did not know this person.

"Amitabha, Zeng De, donor, please show mercy."

Seeing that Zeng De was about to get really angry, Huineng came out.

"You want to meddle in other people's business again?"

Zeng De looked at Huineng with a bad look. Both of them were disciples of the major sects. If they really fought, Zeng De was not afraid of Huineng. Moreover, Wuliang Temple has rarely fought in the eyes of other sects in the magic circle, which symbolized peace.

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