Chapter 1004: White Dragon Sword

"Brother, what they are talking about is supernatural, what exactly is this sea of ​​fog?"

Chewing chicken in his mouth, Gu Anran lowered his head and asked drunkly.

"This... I really don't know."

Ye Yun shook his head and smiled bitterly.

In the memory of the Supreme God, he really didn't find any memory about the Sea of ​​Gray Mist.

It seems that this sea of ​​gray mist has not appeared for a long time.

Taishangyu is far away from Daluoyu, and it is impossible for Taishang to know everything if the gods are so high.

But this temple of ten thousand demons, Ye Yun has some impressions.

The Temple of Ten Thousand Demons is a huge force among the demons.

In terms of strength, it is stronger than the original Taishang Wangqing Palace.

This time, the Ten Thousand Demons Temple took the initiative to purchase the inner alchemy of the fog demon, and the purchase at a very high price, I am afraid that it will attract the participation of many Da Luoyu cultivators.

After all, in Ye Yun's view, Daluo Region was close to the Tenth Sea Region, which was considered a remote place.

The monks in this place, especially casual cultivators, are relatively poor.

If the fog demon inner alchemy in the sea of ​​gray mist had such a great value, it would attract a lot of people to take risks.

The wages of avarice is death.

This is also human nature.

Ye Yun didn't think there was anything remarkable about this kind of thing.

"Brother, do you have any ideas about going to the sea of ​​fog to kill the fog demon?"

Gu Anran looked up, looked at Ye Yun and asked with a smile.

"I don't care, Junior Sister, if you really want to go, I will stay with you."

Ye Yun smiled slightly.

He has no shortage of resources, and he has no interest in any cultivation resources in this world.

"Let me think about this..."

Gu Anran turned her head and said with a smile.

In this matter, she was not in a hurry to answer.

after awhile.

The two left the restaurant full and full.

"Brother, didn't you say that there are stalls on the street over there, let's go and take a look!"

Gu Anran took Ye Yun and walked over.

"Little Junior Sister, have you drunk too much of this jar of wine?"

Ye Yun joked.

"The main reason is to have fun with the seniors, so I didn't suppress the wine..."

Gu Anran giggled.

Her face was reddened, and suddenly her throat was full of alcohol. She shook her head violently, shook her shoulders, and gave a wine hiccup.

Ye Yun couldn't help laughing.

The senior brothers and sisters looked at each other, laughed at each other and walked into a street nearby.

This street is not wide, narrow and long, and there are many monks setting up stalls.

These monks who set up stalls are old and young, dressed in ordinary clothes, and many of them are shy casual repairs in their pockets.

These casual cultivators are much shabby at first glance than the clever monks on the streets outside.

As soon as Ye Yun and Gu Anran entered the street, many people were extremely enthusiastic and greeted them constantly.

"The son and the young lady, come and have a look at my booth to see if there is anything to buy?"

Someone greeted.

"Let me see!"

Gu Anran walked over, squatting down, looking at the things on the stall.

Ye Yun stood aside, his face calm.

At this stall, there are only a few herbs and a few broken magic weapons.

At first glance, they are worthless and tattered.

"It's boring..."

Gu Anran discovered this too, curled his lips, stood up, pulled Ye Yun and walked in.

Upon seeing this, the monk hurriedly shouted: "Don't go, two of you, these things are very cheap for me, I will sell them to Lingshi!"

"Don't give it away for free..."

Gu Anran shook his hand and laughed twice.

The two strolled for a while, but they didn't find anything suitable.

Gu Anran was disappointed.

"Little Junior Sister, since we didn't collect the leaks this time, why don't we go to the auction house to see if we can collect the leaks?"

Ye Yun suggested.

"Also..."

Gu Anran nodded. She looked to the front of the street, pointed her finger in a certain direction, and said, "This street is almost finished by us. Let's go through here!"

"good!"

Ye Yun nodded.

The two walked forward about several tens of feet. At the end of the street, there were very few people setting up a stall.

There was only one old man with white beard and hair on the street, wearing a white cotton robe, sitting on the ground, closed his eyes and rested.

The ancient old man opened his eyes with a look of enthusiasm, and said quickly: "The two fellow Taoists, please stay. I sell some swords here. The quality is extraordinary. Would you like to pick one?"

Seeing the ancient and rare old man selling himself and boasting, Ye Yun shook his head repeatedly.

"What good sword can you have on this stall!"

Gu Anran pouted and said indifferently.

Although she was careless, she knelt down at this moment, reached out her jade hand and grabbed a sword from the pile of broken swords.

This is a very broken silver long sword with a white dragon on its body.

"This young lady has a good eye, this is a silver dragon sword, a sword of imperial quality, truly and truly!"

The old man tut said.

"Your sword is just an imperial imperial grade, and the sword is so broken, I guess its power has fallen to the heavenly level..."

Gu Anran's eyes flickered, holding the silver dragon sword in his hand, constantly looking at it.

Ye Yunman lowered his head carelessly and looked at the sword.

"White Dragon Sword?"

In the next moment, Ye Yun's face changed.

Although this sword was pitted and had many gaps, Ye Yun recognized it at a glance.

This white dragon sword was one of his master's swords back then.

"Where did you find this sword?"

Ye Yun took the sword, stroked the blade lightly, and looked at the old man and asked seriously.

"Pick it up in the river, don't you think the little old man stole it?"

The ancient old man spread his hands and said righteously.

"I want this sword. You can make a price."

Ye Yun said lightly.

The old man hesitated for a moment, looked at Ye Yun, then raised a hand, and said firmly: "Five thousand spiritual stones, no one can be lost!"

"I will give you one hundred thousand."

Ye Yun threw out a storage bag, his expression indifferent.

"Thank you, son, you have given too much, or the sword in this booth, you can pick a few more!"

The ancient old man was a little flattered, and said hurriedly.

"No!"

Ye Yun shook his head.

"Brother, this sword is so broken, why are you still buying it?"

Gu Anran stood up and asked curiously.

"Let's go first..."

Ye Yun said, pulling Gu Anran and leaving the street.

Go to a quiet place.

"Little Junior Sister, this white dragon sword is one of our master's swords back then. I don't know how it ended up in the land of God..."

Ye Yun stroked the sword with his hand, his face sighed.

"Ah!" Gu Anran suddenly realized, with a shocked expression on his face: "Brother, can it be said that my disciple of Shenlong Sect has been to Shentu?"

Ye Yun slowly analyzed: "That's not good, maybe it is one of the disciples of my Shenlong Sect, maybe it is the master and his old man..."

"Master, his old man is still alive?"

Gu Anran's eyes lit up and asked subconsciously.

Although there is no master in her memory, since there is a brother, there will be a master naturally.

Although I don't remember it, it doesn't hinder the existence of this master-disciple relationship.

"Master, his old man, he should be gone..."

Looking in the direction of the tenth sea area, Ye Yun's heart is heavy, his face is sad, and his voice is low.