Chapter 25: Fight or Not
Yanlong looked at Yun San who was in a good mood, and thought secretly in his heart: This guy doesn't look like a heinous person, why did the original owner put such a seal on him?
Yanlong thought about it and felt that it was possible that Yun San just forgot the person who placed the seal. Maybe he still remembered the situation at that time.
So Yanlong wanted to stop Yun San in front of him and ask him, but Yun San seemed to have seen something and stopped suddenly.
"Ao Long! Come here quickly and look ahead."
Yanlong looked in the direction Yun San pointed, and saw a group of children surrounding a ragged man in a corner of the street, beating, scolding and throwing stones at him.
The man seemed to be mentally unstable. He just curled up on the ground with his head in his hands, grinning foolishly and sobbing incoherently.
Yan Long saw Yun San wanted to go over, and hurriedly pulled him back, "Don't go, we can't interfere in the affairs of the mortal world."
Yanlong's expression was serious. He looked completely different from the smiling face he had before. Yun San was a little surprised when he saw it.
"Ao Long, you..."
"Let's go." Yanlong didn't seem to notice the look in Yun San's eyes.
He pulled Yun San up and prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, when the fool caught sight of the Flame Dragon, he suddenly stood up and rushed towards it.
He grabbed Yanlong's arm and mumbled incoherently, "Demon... Lord, where is the Demon Lord?"
Yanlong was stunned and turned around to look at the man carefully.
Only then did he realize that the madman in front of him was actually the cultivator that Xuan Ling had marked before. |
"Is it you?"
Yanlong was somewhat incredulous when he saw how miserable his cultivation was.
"You are still alive? Spiritual roots...?"
The Flame Dragon's eyes flashed with golden light as it probed into the opponent's spiritual roots.
"intact?"
Is he okay? As for the matter of stealing the spiritual roots before... Yanlong was a little confused.
Could it be that what he said before about someone stealing his spiritual roots was all just nonsense?
"What's the matter? Do you know him?"
Seeing Yan Long's nervous expression, Yun San also became alert, "This man looks like a cultivator from a sect, how could he end up like this? And the Demon Lord he mentioned, can't it be..."
"Pfft!"
Yanlong made a gesture to keep quiet, Yunsan nodded and said nothing more.
"Demon Lord, where is the Demon Lord?" Xiu Tu held Yan Long's hand tighter.
"What do you want to do with the Demon Lord?" Yanlong's eyes turned cold as he stared at Xiu Tu, whose face was covered in mud.
“This… this.”
Xiu Tu kept pointing at his back, wanting to say something but unable to express himself clearly, and he kept jumping around in anxiety.
Yanlong and Yunsan looked at each other at the same time, then turned to look behind Xiu Tu with suspicion.
All I saw was a golden mark, shining with golden light on Xiu Tu's back.
"Tracking charm?"
Yanlong didn't feel anything wrong at first, because the tracking talisman was originally drawn by Xuan Ling, and he was there at the time so there was nothing to be surprised about.
Then he thought about it and felt that something was wrong, because except for himself and Xuan Ling, no one in the Three Realms should be able to see this tracking talisman.
Also, when Xuan Ling cast the talisman, Xiu Tu didn't notice it at all.
And now, how come this cultivator seems to know that there is a tracking talisman behind him?
"What do you see?"
Seeing Yanlong's surprised expression, Yun San couldn't help but ask.
"No...nothing." Yanlong responded casually.
At this moment, Xiu Tu suddenly started to smile foolishly again, and then staggered away.
"Gone?" Yun San muttered as he looked at the man, "Wasn't he going to find the Demon Lord? Why did he leave?"
Yanlong felt that this was strange, but he couldn't explain it for a moment. After all, Xiu Tu just pointed to his back, so maybe it was just a gesture on his part.
"Forget it, just a madman talking nonsense, don't bother with him."
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The few people hiding in the teahouse were all confused when they saw the scene.
"Your Highness, did that cultivator just now remember something?" the thin fox asked in a low voice.
Jiuwei Yunchen raised his lips slightly and said in a low voice: "It is impossible. This person's sea of consciousness has been destroyed. He is now just a fool. The only valuable thing about him now is the spiritual root in his body."
"Then isn't it a waste if such a good spiritual root is in his body?"
"Hmph! Don't worry, I'll get it back sooner or later."
While they were talking, the fox suddenly changed his expression and shouted, "Oh no! That guy is drawing talismans. It looks like they are getting ready to leave."
Upon hearing this, Jiuwei Yunchen stood up abruptly and shouted, "What are you still standing there for? We have been following for so long, but Lord Yiqing has not shown up, so he must not be with this little brat. Quick, take action!"
After he finished speaking, several people rushed out.
This time, maybe I can get the black iron back from this kid as well, which would be killing two birds with one stone.
The more Jiuwei Yunchen thought about it, the more he felt that the opportunity was not to be missed, so he slammed the table and hurriedly followed.
At this time, Yanlong and Yunsan had no intention of going shopping anymore and were preparing to activate the teleportation talisman to return, but were interrupted by a voice coming from behind them.
"You little brat? Don't leave so quickly, okay?"
Yanlong heard the voice and sneered in his heart: Ha! What a narrow road for enemies to meet!
Without even turning his head, he guessed who it was.
"Second brother? Why are you here?"
Yun San was embarrassed when he saw that it was a clan member. Now that he saw his second brother was also here, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
"What are you doing standing there? Come here quickly." Jiuwei Yunchen narrowed his eyes and winked at Yun San.
"Second brother, please go back! I...I can't leave."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Come here quickly." Jiuwei Yunchen said as he was about to go forward to pull Yunsan.
Yanlong turned around and stood in front of Yun San in a domineering manner.
"Jiuwei Yunchen, you can't take him away."
Jiuwei Yunchen frowned, his eyes became more sinister: "Only you? Are you kidding?"
Jiuwei Yunchen sneered, lowered his eyes and rolled his eyes at Yanlong, provoking him: "If it weren't for the face of the God, you would have been skinned alive by me a long time ago. You still have the nerve to pretend to be capable?"
"Damn! You Nine-Tailed Clan, are you particularly fond of rolling your eyes? Why are all the big and small like this?"
Yun San patted Yan Long from behind and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense."
Yanlong smiled slightly and urged: "Don't waste time. Xuantie has already recognized its master. You have no chance. If you want to make a move, change the place. Don't forget that using magic power in front of mortals will backfire."
"Do you really want to fight with us?" Jiuwei Yunchen couldn't help laughing.
Then, Jiuwei Yunchen began to look Yanlong up and down, as if he was looking at a little idiot who overestimated his own capabilities.
"How powerful do you think you are? A little dragon that has just broken out of its shell only has a hundred years of magic power.
In my eyes, you are nothing more than a small fry. You still want to fight me?"
As he spoke, he winked at the people behind him.
Those people immediately understood and started laughing, their laughter full of contempt for Yanlong.
Yanlong remained calm, his eyes were firm, "Stop talking nonsense, none of you can leave today."
After Yanlong finished speaking, he tilted his head and smiled evilly.
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