The market was crowded with people, but no transactions happened. Everyone looked at the dock and asked each other about when Du Fangfeng would appear.

On the islands of Qishan Mountain, Du Fangfeng, the equal Taoist, is even more famous than the master. Not only because of the deeds of stealing water from Yashan, but also his position as a businessman, most of the demon clans and a considerable number of casual cultivators sold goods through him. Today, he wants to sell the most precious treasure.

Whether it is humans or demons, everyone has only one question: Who dares to bid for this bottle of water from the sword washing pond? The Qishan Taoist Song will of course protect the buyers, but once they leave the Qishan Mountain, they will have to face the pursuit of the Yashan Taoist Song, which is not a joke.

The crowd was talking. Whenever a Taoist priest of Yashan approached, he immediately closed his mouth carefully. Although the disciples of the Jiudaotong all dressed in blue robes, high buns, and long hairpins, there were still some nuances. The end of the hairpin of Yashan bent upwards, like a small hook. People with thin eyes could easily recognize it and notify the people around them in time.

Mu Xingqiu looked around and whispered: "The Taoist priest of Qishan is really calm, and no one comes to watch the fun."

In fact, not only Qishan, but also other high Taoist priests from Taoism did not come. They seemed not interested in this kind of thing at all. There were many Taoist priests in the breathing realm, as excited as Pangshan's disciples.

"We are probably guarding against the sirens." Yang Qingyin was also looking around, looking for strange-shaped demons, and pointing fingers with Xiao Qingtao.

"Qishan is restoring the rootless island." Lan Qizhang said that he was the only smoke-swalking Taoist on the island except Yashan. He has been practicing in the room these days and has not even participated in the war with the sirens. He thought he would leave Qishan today, but he didn't expect to be pulled to the market. He stood in the crowd and looked at Qin Lingshuang and shook his head slightly.

"Here you come." A scream came from the other side of the pier.

Du Fangfeng appeared. Accompanied by Hong Futian and a group of merchants, two Taoist priests of Yashan were followed by the end.

"I'll give out a hundred golden souls!" Someone was impatient to yell in advance, causing a stir, and then the bidding sounds started one after another.

"Is there anyone really dare to buy it?" Yang Qingyin was startled.

Shen Jiyi had been patrolling the island and happened to come over and said, "Of course I dare to buy it. Some people want to please Yashan in this way, some people want to sell it to us at a high price after they succeed, and some people think they can escape to the Siren with the Aquarius."

"Why don't you bid?" Yang Qingyin asked coldly.

"That's what Yashan is. We won't bid or buy it from others." Shen Jiyi deliberately amplified his voice, and the surrounding cultivators and demons looked at him and continued to raise the price loudly.

Yang Qingyin curled her lips, "It seems that they don't plan to please Yashan. Hey, maybe they want to wash magic weapons in Qishan and sell them directly, which is much more convenient than going to Yashan."

"That little pool water is only enough to wash a few magic tools."

Lan Qizhang couldn't help but insert it, "Not that. I heard that the spiritual power of the sword washing pool is immortal and can be used repeatedly."

Hearing this, some people who were just watching the fun also shouted.

Shen Jiyi smiled awkwardly and said loudly: "Du Fangfeng stole too little water. It is very troublesome to wash the magic weapon. There will inevitably be losses in the process and it will not take long."

Lan Qizhang nodded, not paying any attention to the impact of his words. "There is some reason."

Yang Qingyin sighed, "I want to buy it even if I lose everything."

"There is an agreement for the Nine Daotong..."

"I know, can't you think about it?" Yang Qingyin was impatient and pointed at the group of people, "Is that Du Fangfeng? Why is it different from what you said?"

Mu Xingqiu was even more surprised, "He didn't look like this last night."

Overnight, Du Fangfeng was aged several decades, his all-black hair was now mixed with black and white. His legs, which were originally not very flexible, became stiffer and he was staggering. He was still as elegant as he was? But he refused the help of the people around him, and nodded to the acquaintances on both sides of the road with a smile on his face.

Taoist Yashan, who had been monitoring Du Fangfeng, was stunned. Shen Jiyi watched him pass by and asked in a low voice: "What trick is he playing?"

Du Fangfeng walked to the middle of the market, where there was a temporary wooden platform. This time he needed help from others and was carried to the platform by several acquaintances.

"I am Du Fangfeng, a Taoist in the Equality." He pointed to his hair and beard, "There is a little change, but I think everyone should still recognize me, especially... some people."

There was a burst of laughter at the market, and a beautiful banshee shouted: "I can recognize it, but you can't think of getting closer to me."

The laughter became louder, and Yang Qingyin turned her head and said, "This Du Fangfeng is different from what you said. She is neither a thief nor a dedicated person. In short, it is very bad."

"This is his true face." Shen Jiyi said coldly.

Mu Xingqiu didn't say anything, but he felt a vague feeling in his heart that Du Fangfeng was afraid that he would make another unexpected move today.

"I don't have a chance to get close." Du Fangfeng responded to the banshee with a smile, and then raised his voice, "The world is impermanent. Even I didn't expect to live in Qishan for more than fifty years, for nearly half a lifetime. This place is like my home."

The crowd sighed. Although many businessmen live in Qishan all year round, there are always times when they go out. There are also refugees who do not want to leave, but cannot afford the high room fee. They cannot live for long and have to escape overnight. Except for the Taoist priest of Qishan, no one has lived for so long as Du Fangfeng.

"I don't like this 'home'. It's not only ragged, but also very strict. People stare at me every day, as if I were their own son, and I would be spanked as soon as I took a step forward."

The crowd laughed louder, and some brave people even booed the Taoist priest Yashan. Everyone knew who Du Fangfeng was talking about.

Shen Jiyi looked cold. With him there, Taoist Pang Shan was embarrassed to laugh, but only Yang Qingyin laughed without hesitation, "Although this person is rogue, it's still quite interesting, haha, spanking."

When the laughter gradually stopped, Du Fangfeng suddenly said, "I don't like anyone among you, oh, there's a monster, even if I have had a close relationship with me."

Such straightforward and rude words are not like Du Fangfeng's usual behavior. He instantly calmed down at the market, looked at each other in confusion, and then a strange voice said: "Stop talking nonsense, what about the treasure? Will it be sold?"

Another voice started quoting, and it was noisy. Du Fangfeng took out the crystal bottle and raised it in his hand and said loudly: "The treasure is here, but I don't want to sell it."

"What? Don't sell it? Then what did you call us here for? Do you spend time?" The sound of reprimanding sounds broke out, and the good relationship Du Fangfeng had established over the past decades collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Du Fangfeng didn't care. He had never used this bottle of water in his arms for more than 50 years. He had a way to make himself comfortable and did not need to wash magic tools for others.

"Call everyone here to let you see who I am and use your mouth to pass on my name." Du Fangfeng had to make his voice higher in order to suppress the noise in the market. However, the results were very little. He wanted to attract everyone's attention again and had to take action instead of relying on words.

His eyes swept through the crowd as if looking for someone, and then he pulled up the stopper of the crystal bottle and drank all the water.

The market became silent again.

Du Fangfeng smacked his lips, "I'm a bastard." He said, with a thrilling spirit, as if he was announcing the most important secret. "But I don't care, please tell the world that Du Fangfeng, the equal Taoist, is the biggest bastard in the world, because he loves someone and does this kind of thing."

Not many people knew Du Fangfeng's obsession with the turbulent wind of Jingshan. He heard these words for no reason. Facing the inquiring eyes, several banshees and female casual cultivators shook their heads firmly after asking themselves.

Taoist priests in Yashan ran to the middle and shouted: "Everyone retreats, no one is allowed to contact Du Fangfeng!"

They want to retrieve the water in the sword washing pond, even if it is drunk.

"Look, he has gained weight." The bald man is already well-known in Qishan and has no need to hide his tracks. He is standing above Mu Xingqiu's head, seeing it more clearly than anyone else.

Many people have noticed that Du Fangfeng spread his arms, his exposed head and hands were swelling, which made the smile on his face look very strange.

More than a dozen Taoist priests in Yashan surrounded the wooden platform and did not allow outsiders to approach. The Taoist priest who had tried to use the mind control technique of Mu Xingqiu looked up and observed Du Fangfeng, and seemed a little undecided.

"Remember me!" Du Fangfeng shouted loudly, his voice becoming hoarse, adding to the craziness.

"Oh no, he is going to self-destruct." Lan Qizhang shouted, first to understand the truth, stretched out his hand to Qin Lingshuang, and wanted to take her to retreat to a safe place.

Du Fangfeng indeed exploded, with a loud bang, and his whole person turned into flesh and blood, spraying more than ten feet high, and exploded for the second time in the air, turning into bloody storm, covering almost half of the island.

There are spell prohibitions on the islands of Qishan Mountain. Most people cannot cast spells, and no one understands how Du Fangfeng exploded himself. This is obviously not the effect of the water in the sword washing pool. Everyone can only escape, and they will inevitably crowd and trample on each other.

Pang Shan's disciple reacted the fastest. As soon as Lan Qizhang opened his mouth to remind him, the few people turned their heads and ran away. Fangfang's hand was naturally placed in Mu Xingqiu's hand.

Mu Xingqiu is not the first person to take a step, but he is the fastest. He uses the method of dragon leap to regulate internal breathing and takes more than ten steps in one step.

The blood rain fell to the ground, and the area dyed red was so large that it was hard to believe that Du Fangfeng would have so much blood.

The accident happened so suddenly that everyone was more or less haunted by blood. Needless to say, the demon clan and the casual cultivators were in a mess, with red heads and blood-faced faces. The Taoist priests were unable to completely escape this disaster. The Yashan Dao, with the highest cultivation level, was closest to Du Fangfeng, and his whole body was covered with dirty blood.

Du Fangfeng died just like that, and no one sympathized with him. Everyone tidied up their clothes while cursing, feeling that they had been deceived. Du Fangfeng used to be a businessman who abides by the rules. Why did he make such a prank when he was dying?

Yang Qingyin was so angry that she stomped her feet. She ran fast enough, and there were still a few drops of blood on her clothes. "He is really a bastard."

Several Taoist priests like bloody men rushed to the dock first and shouted: "No one is allowed to leave the island!"

Among the others, Lan Qizhang was the first to understand, "Du Fangfeng distributed the spiritual power of the Sword Cleaning Pond to everyone!"

Mu Xingqiu and Fangfang checked each other and found that they were the very few people who had no blood.
Chapter completed!