Chapter 5073

Even Nan Xuan, who was a Dayan immortal, blinked at this moment, slightly surprised.

He exclaimed in a low voice, "no, what magic is this? How can it be so confused?"

Everyone sighed. Only a touch of surprise flashed in jianwushuang's eyes. He felt a very familiar breath in this old Taoist.

The familiar smell was very weak, but he noticed it for the first time.

Jianwushuang wondered. This mortal plane is just a low plane in countless heavenly regions in the big division. How can there be a familiar existence for him?

What's more, the sloppy old Taoist doesn't have any fluctuation of derivative force, so he can basically exclude the ranks of monks.

Unable to understand, the sword peerless continued to wait and see.

With the uproar of the crowd, the white monkey with long arms jumped off the table and began to bow with his hands. He looked very naive.

At this time, the sloppy old Taoist in Taoist clothes waved, "monkey, come back quickly and send watermelons to quench your thirst for your visitors."

"Jiji."

The White Monkey answered, turned back directly, jumped onto the scruffy old Taoist's shoulder, and then stretched out his claws and looked around in the old Taoist's arms.

Soon, a melon seed was held out by the white monkey.

It jumped to the ground, quickly planed a small pit on the ground and put melon seeds in it.

"Everything grows in a law, but this law cannot be broken. Today I will break this Law in front of all the visitors."

After the sloppy old saying, he reached out and waved at the place where the melon seeds were buried.

Suddenly, a mysterious scene appeared.

The soil surface was loose, and a touch of emerald vines directly broke open the ground and slowly poked out.

This is a melon vine, but in a short time, it grew up from the seedling and crawled on the ground, full of green.

Then, the untidy Taoist vomited a breath again. The small melon among the melons grew in the wind, and soon produced a green watermelon.

Looking at this scene, the atmosphere in the crowd was even higher, and they were all convinced by this miraculous scene.

In less than ten minutes, it was amazing to change from a melon seed to a big melon.

"This old way is a little interesting. Even I can't see through it." Nan Xuan's thin figure, who was notoriously taboo, touched his chin with his hand and said thoughtfully.

The sword was unparalleled, and the surprised eyes gradually calmed down.

The sloppy old Taoist laughed, "since the melons and fruits are ripe, they should be picked."

He said, bent down and picked the only big melon among the melons.

"Ladies and gentlemen, look, this melon is not an ordinary melon, but a golden melon with hidden secrets."

The sloppy old Taoist priest said, using his hand as a knife, he cut the emerald melon.

At this moment, everyone looked forward and held their breath.

Then, a ray of golden light burst out from the gap of Shuo melon.

Then, thousands of golden rays bloom together!

The light is bright. Don't look directly at it.

Everyone subconsciously covers their eyes.

When the light dissipated, there were repeated exclamations.

I saw the Shuo melon cut in half. It should have been the interior of the melon pulp, but it was filled with countless golden melon seeds.

The slovenly Taoist priest was very satisfied. He reached out and took out a golden melon seed from the Shuo melon and lifted it into the air.

"This is a gift from heaven to the Taoist priest and to you. Every golden melon seed will be distributed to your visitors. Don't worry."

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd was completely boiling. Getting a golden melon seed for no reason was enough to make everyone crazy.

Looking at the restless crowd, the sloppy old Taoist hurriedly waved and said, "wait a minute, everyone. Because the golden melon seeds are limited, the old Taoist had to set a threshold."

"This threshold is that a golden melon seed needs one money to buy."

The crowd was silent, and soon became restless again. It was only a small sum of money, but it could buy three or five steamed buns. Now it would be a great deal to get a golden melon seed.

"I'll come, I'll buy ten!" A strong man held ten coins tightly and shouted excitedly.

"I'll finish first. You can only buy one melon seed," said the sloppy old man. "Moreover, you have to breathe on the money in your hand before you can use it to exchange it for a golden melon seed."

Still a strong man, he breathed impatiently at the coins in his hand and handed them to him.

The slovenly old Taoist smiled happily. After receiving the coin, he sent out a golden melon seed.

This scene deeply stimulated everyone.

Next, the whole scene was completely chaotic, and everyone scrambled to change gold melon seeds.

Only jianwushuang and nanxuan stood still.

"What do you think? Is this the immortal who came here from other regions of heaven?" Nan Xuan looked at him and asked.

Sword matchless's deep eyes seemed to pass through the crowd and see the most central scene, "I'm afraid it's almost ten."

At the next moment, he set off directly, and an unimaginable strange wave burst out from him, like a wave, easily pushing the crowd out of a channel.

Nanxuan also knew there was something strange and hurried to follow up.

When he reached the center of the crowd and in front of the stall full of masks, Nan Xuan's eyebrows were already tight.

At this moment, where is the dirty old man's half figure, only a white monkey with long arms, looking at them with a smile.

The sword has no eyes and sinks like water. It directly reaches out to the white monkey.

The White Monkey screamed, turned into a mask and fell to the ground.

"Let the old guy run away?" Nanxuan's anger was born from his heart. As a real Dayan immortal, he not only fell in the illusion, but also let the caster escape. This is undoubtedly a kind of humiliation.

"How could it be him? Shouldn't he be in the boundless sea? How could he run out?" Jian Wushuang frowned and had no clue at all.

Nanxuan said coldly, "today, I will dig three feet into the ground, and I will find him out!"

Then their eyes looked into the distance.

At the same time, in the market, an old Taoist wearing a ragged Taoist robe ran away in a panic. He looked funny because he walked too fast.

"No, it's impossible. I must have read it wrong. How can it be him? How can I meet him in a place where there is no derivative flow?!"

In the process of running away, the old Taoist thought in pieces. He seemed to think of something terrible, and there was constant panic in his eyes.

The war was so terrible that he, who escaped by chance, is very frightened when he recalls that scene.

"As long as I absorb some more luck, my injury will get better. Then I will run wherever I want, and no one can find me."

The sloppy old Taoist priest thought so, and his steps were a little faster.