Chapter 471 Visitors from Yemoyun City

The man in the bamboo hat snorted and said: "Humph. The world of immortality is cruel. There are too many monks like you, evil dragons. If I don't take more precautions, I might die without knowing how."

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Duanmu Fenlong held the tea cup and said with a smile: "What, if you have nothing to do, I can't have tea with you and catch up on old times?"

The man in the bamboo hat sat down opposite Duanmu Fenlong, poured a cup of tea, and said, "Put it down. If this comes from your second sister, then I will believe it, and I will get it."

"But you, a wicked dragon, can't come to this king's Three Treasures Palace without anything?"

"I have something important to do. If you don't want to talk about it, I won't accompany you."

Duanmu Fenlong then continued: "I heard that half a year ago, a Nascent Soul stage giant appeared in Yemoyun City and traded away a copy of the Thunder System Technique?"

The man in the hat nodded and admitted directly, "Yes, this is indeed the case."

A cold light flashed in Duanmu Fenlong's eyes, and he said directly: "I want to know the information about the monk who provided the thunder technique, and...whether anyone else has traded the thunder technique in the past six months."

The man in the bamboo hat narrowed his eyes and shook his head directly, "This...it's not that I don't provide it, but the Yemo Tokens in Yemoyun City are all bearer tokens."

"Even if I wanted to help you, I'm afraid I can't do anything."

Duanmu Fenlong stared at the man in the bamboo hat and continued: "Sun Wenzhu, you don't have to be careless with me."

"Anonymous token? Just tell others about this. Do you think I will believe it?"

The man in the bamboo hat then turned to look at the old man next to him, "Old Sun, do some research as he said and see which monks have traded thunder skills in the past six months."

The old man nodded, and then took out a round magic weapon the size of a face plate from his storage bag.

The instrument is engraved with dense patterns and formations.

Under the urging of the old man, the mark gradually lit up with a cloud-white light.

Immediately, countless messages flashed quickly in the light.

In just a moment, the message disappeared and the magical weapon returned to peace.

The old man looked at the man in the bamboo hat and quickly replied: "Master Yun, in the past six months, there are two thunder-type techniques that have been traded in the peripheral area."

"The people who provided the technique were a man and a woman. The man was suspected to be a monk from the Wuji Sword Sect, and he provided a technique called "Tian Lei Sword Technique"."

"The other woman, named Li Mu, was the person who traded with the Yuan Ying stage senior that day. The matter involved the Yuan Ying stage senior, so we couldn't get much information about the thunder method. However, judging from the situation that day, The people who were dealing with the Nascent Soul Stage Senior were clearly two men. It seemed that the man had concealed his true identity and came here with someone else's Ye Mo Order."

As he spoke, the true energy in the old man's body surged and was injected into the magical weapon in his hand again.

In an instant, light surged for more than a foot on the magic weapon, and wisps of cloud-white mist surrounded it, transforming into the figures of two monks, a male and a female.

"Mu Yatou?! You're so brave, you actually use Mu Yatou's Night Moling to trade."

Duanmu Fenlong's eyes fell on the woman transformed into a magic weapon, and he suddenly became extremely excited. Anger burned in his eyes, and he slapped his palm hard on the tea table in front of him.

From his palm, an astonishing ball of fire elemental essence spurted out.

The scorching heat directly burned the tea table.

Originally, he heard that someone was trading thunder skills in Yemoyun City, so he just came to check with the attitude of giving it a try.

Unexpectedly, they actually found out that Su Twelve was in Yemoyun City.

This made Duanmu Fenlong particularly angry, not only because he was tricked by Su Twelve, but also because he accidentally brought Fairy Youruo from the Demon Shadow Palace to his side.

This means that once you take action, there will be an additional layer of variables.

"Duanmu Fenlong! You bastard, why are you so crazy here?"

The man in the hat yelled angrily, and as he spoke, the rich water-attribute essence surged around him, like a stormy sea.

Under the fluctuation of true energy, the angry flames emanating from Duanmu Fenlong's palm were extinguished in an instant.

Staring at Duanmu Fenlong closely, there were two faint aqua-blue lights coming out from under the bamboo hat.

Duanmu Fenlong then roared angrily: "Where is this guy now? Get him here."

The man in the bamboo hat curled his lips and said immediately: "Get it here? It turns out that... this is your real purpose? You pretend to be quite similar. I almost believe that you are really angry. Unfortunately, this is night Moyun City is not your Duanmu Family."

Duanmu Fenlong said angrily: "This kid killed my granddaughter!"

"Granddaughter? You are such a wicked dragon, so heartless and unjust, why would you still care about a mere granddaughter?" The man in the hat was full of ridicule in his words.

"He also killed my disciples and many monks from the Duanmu family. If I don't kill him, people will think that anyone in the Duanmu family can bully me." Duanmu Fenlong roared angrily.

The man in the bamboo hat didn't care, "If you have any grievances, you can solve them how you want after leaving Yemoyun City. You can't do it here. Not to mention, let me help you!"

"Sun Wenzhu, based on our friendship, you can't help with this little favor?" Duanmu Fenlong looked directly at Sun Wenzhu, his eyes burning, and two balls of flame dancing in his eyes.

"Humph, a favor? Where is Moyun City where you are? The Dragon Lord has been counting for hundreds of years. If it is because of this little thing, it will be destroyed in one day. At that time, who will explain to the Dragon Lord? This king? Or you Duanmu Fenlong? Don’t talk about you and me, even if it costs the lives of your family, can you afford it? "

The man in the hat snorted coldly, his attitude extremely firm.

Seeing that anger and trying to build a relationship were ineffective, Duanmu Fenlong's expression became calm.

"Okay, let me tell the truth. This kid is not only related to the hatred of our Duanmu family, but also related to Hou Sihai."

The man in the bamboo hat trembled and exclaimed: "What? Gold and Silver Saint Hand Hou Sihai? Hasn't he been missing for more than four hundred years?"

Duanmu Fenlong said calmly: "From the news I got, he was not dead. He was either trapped by someone or hiding in the endless sea."

"That kid is the descendant of Hou Sihai."

"You also know about Hou Sihai's situation. He has a special status. Once he returns, the worship hall will be in chaos. I think... you don't want the Dragon Lord's rear to be unstable, right?"

The man in the hat stared closely at Duanmu Fenlong and said thoughtfully: "There is chaos in the worship hall? You overestimate Hou Sihai's influence."

"After so many years, the enshrinement hall today is not what it was back then." The man in the bamboo hat snorted and said, "Humph. The world of immortal cultivation is cruel. There are too many monks like you, evil dragons. If I don't take more precautions, , I don’t even know how I’m going to die.”

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Duanmu Fenlong held the tea cup and said with a smile: "What, if you have nothing to do, I can't have tea with you and catch up on old times?"

The man in the bamboo hat sat down opposite Duanmu Fenlong, poured a cup of tea, and said, "Put it down. If this comes from your second sister, then I will believe it, and I will get it." .?? .