Chapter 1320 Tianmen atmosphere!

"Where is the rare treasures trading area?" Ye Tianming threw out two more bronze coins.

The old man casually drew a line with his hand, and a mysterious teleportation array appeared on the wall: "Left three, right seven, if you step on the wrong one, you will die."

The moment you step into the teleportation array, a pungent smell of blood hits you in the face.

In the spacious underground space, monks of various races were mixed together. On the stalls were bloody unicorn horns, stinking lich bones, and even half-dragon, half-human hybrid prisoners curled up in cages. Ye Tianming frowned and avoided the crowd. Suddenly, he heard a quarrel in the corner...

"You dare to sell this broken stone for 100,000 spirit stones? Do you think I'm a fool?"

"Come here if you know what it is! This is the ancient dragon's saliva in stone form, and it might contain the remaining soul of the dragon clan!"

Ye Tianming's pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw a gray stone on the stall. A faint golden light seeped out from the cracks on the surface, which was somewhat similar to the aura of the small stone.

He approached quietly, and the moment his consciousness swept across the stone, he was startled: "Dragon...saliva..."

“I want this stone.”

Ye Tianming threw out a black card and was about to reach out for it, but was intercepted by a black shadow.

"Wait a minute, my young master took a fancy to her first." A black-robed attendant stood in front of him, and a young man with a folding fan walked out from behind him. The jade pendant on his waist was engraved with the Ye family emblem. It was Ye Shaokun, a descendant of the Ye family's branch.

Ye Tianming's eyes turned cold, "I was the first one to see this thing."

"Oh?" Ye Shaokun looked Ye Tianming up and down, "Country bumpkin, do you know where this is? I'm a member of the Ye family, how dare you rob me?"

The surrounding monks retreated one after another, obviously not wanting to get involved in the Ye family dispute.

Ye Tianming smiled faintly, his fingertips swept across the stall, and all the items were instantly covered with a thin layer of ice: "Now, they are all mine."

"you--!"

Ye Shaokun shouted angrily and glared at Ye Tianming.

Obviously, he didn't expect that even after he revealed his identity, Ye Tianming would still dare to be so arrogant.

Immediately, he raised his hand and waved it, and the folding fan in his hand emitted five cold lights, like blades, at an extremely fast speed.

Ye Tianming snapped his fingers and easily shattered the cold light.

The remaining light brushed against Ye Shaokun's earlobe and penetrated into the wall, reaching a depth of three inches.

The whole place fell silent for a moment.

Ye Shaokun's face turned pale and he staggered back: "You, you are..."

"roll."

Ye Tianming picked up the stone, and the shadow of dragon scales flashed across his sleeves.

Everyone in the Ye family looked panicked, as if they had been pardoned, and fled in a panic.

"Ye Tianming! How dare you show up? Just wait!"

Ye Shaokun cried out in panic, but the voice soon disappeared in the distance.

Ye Tianming watched their fleeing backs without any intention of stopping them.

Yunmeng City is the most mysterious place in the world.

No one knows who built Yunmeng City.

Any cultivator who enters Yunmeng City must abide by one rule.

Although those who enter this place can fight privately, they cannot come out in full force and disrupt the public security of Yunmeng City.

Therefore, even if the Ye family and the other four great families got the news, they would not dare to target him openly.

If it was a one-on-one fight, he would naturally not be afraid.

"Little friendly trick." The stall owner came up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "This stone is yours."

Ye Tianming threw a black card to the stall owner: "There are 10 million in it, exchange it for 100 top-grade spirit stones."

The stall owner's eyes lit up, and he ran his fingertips across the card, and a string of spirit coin numbers appeared in the void.

After the transaction was completed, he wrapped the ambergris in talisman paper, stuffed it into Ye Tianming's hand, and whispered, "My friend, be careful. People from Tianmen are snatching goods everywhere recently."

Ye Tianming couldn't help but frowned and was about to ask more questions, but the stall owner didn't say any more.

With no other options, Ye Tianming could only continue moving forward, and soon he smelled a strong medicinal fragrance.

The dense spiritual energy made him immediately conclude that there must be divine-level spiritual plants in the stall in front.

This made his eyes light up.

For Little Stone to wake up, he needs many god-level spiritual plants. If he can buy them, Little Stone can wake up as soon as possible.

He walked quickly forward and soon saw a stall surrounded by monks.

A gray-robed monk in the center held up the jade box and begged, "I risked my life to collect this Jade Marrow Ganoderma at the bottom of the Ten Thousand Poison Pond. It's worth at least 300,000 Spiritual Stones! You can't force me to buy it!"

"Three hundred thousand?" The leading monk sneered and kicked the man away.

He flicked the pattern of Tianmen embroidered on his collar and said in a muffled voice, "Giving you 30,000 is already a favor. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll break your legs and throw you to feed the leeches!"

The monks around looked at them with fear, and dared not speak out.

There were some who were extremely disgusted with the decoration, and they couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "It has been like this since the deputy sect leader took power half a year ago. All rare spiritual herbs must be 'offered'... They are becoming more and more lawless in the Tianmen now!"

"That's right! If it weren't for the Penglai Immortals from Tianmen, who have already reached the Mahayana realm, who would want to offend them?!"

The gray-robed cultivator's eyes were red as he looked at the arrogant people around him and held the jade box tightly in his arms.

"I won't sell it for 30,000!"

But before he could retreat, the leading monk raised his hand with a grim smile, the spiritual power in his heart surged and contained murderous intent.

"Not selling it anymore? It seems like you don't want to live anymore—"

Before he could finish his words, his wrist, which he had just raised, was suddenly clamped.

A stream of spiritual power passed through his fingers, leaving a deep hole in the ground.

"Let him go."

Ye Tianming flashed and stood in front of the other party, his eyes swept across the emblem on his lapel, "When did Tianmen become a den of robbers?"

The man suddenly realized what was happening, his face looked extremely ugly, and he couldn't help but yelled: "Who do you think you are——"

But before he could finish his words, his pupils suddenly shrank when he saw Ye Tianming's face clearly.

“You…you are Ye Tianming that the Ye family is hunting down?”

He made a gurgling sound in his throat and was so scared that he began to stutter.

"roll."

Ye Tianming loosened his wrist and slapped the man away, "Go back to the sect and confess your sins. Otherwise, it won't be a simple punishment."

The leading monk's expression changed, and he covered his wrist in pain, then stepped back.

Looking at Ye Tianming's majestic appearance, he said angrily: "Boy, not only have you offended the five great families of the Ye family, but now you even dare to offend Tianmen. Just wait, you are dead!"

As they spoke, they hurriedly left the crowd...

Seeing everyone leaving, the gray-robed cultivator trembled as he picked up the fallen brocade box and suddenly knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you so much, benefactor! Thank you so much, benefactor!"

Ye Tianming flicked the spiritual power in his sleeves and lifted up the gray-robed cultivator: "Brother, how much do you plan to sell this Jade Marrow Ganoderma?"

The casual cultivator was stunned, took a half step back and looked alert: "My benefactor... why do you ask this?"

"Don't be nervous, I want to buy it." Ye Tianming took off the storage ring and put it on the stall, "Name a price."

The casual cultivator stared at the flashing spiritual light in the ring, his Adam's apple rolling: "At least... one thousand top-grade spiritual stones. I risked my three lives to collect these from the bottom of the Poison Dragon Pond. If not..."

His voice trailed off and he stared down at the shattered jade box.

It is a crime to possess a treasure. With his level of cultivation, he cannot protect such a treasure.

Ye Tianming didn't wait for him to finish, and directly handed over a black card: "There is 20 million in it, I'll buy it."

"Twenty, twenty million?" The casual cultivator's eyes widened. "But ten million can only be exchanged for one thousand top-grade spirit stones. You gave too much!"

"The rest is a gift." Ye Tianming ran his fingertips across the card, "Someone will settle the bill for you."

Disciples of Tianmen who violate the rules should be punished.