Duanjin Gate

Duanjin Gate

"Senior Martial Brother..."

Cheng Mo's towering frame, along with the faint trace of filial admiration in his clear eyes, made Mo Hua uncomfortable all over.

"Can you sell me a set of this armor? I'll pay however many Spirit Stones it takes!"

Cheng Mo was drooling with envy.

The others all turned blazing eyes toward Mo Hua.

Especially Situ Jian and Hao Xuan.

Neither of them had worn this armor before or experienced the sensation of Lingli being amplified and the power of their Dao Methods surging.

Situ Jian was a Sword Cultivator and dearly wanted to know just how powerful his Separating Fire Sword would become after being enhanced.

Hao Xuan was now considered a "staff" cultivator, but he had once been a Sword Cultivator as well.

Whatever identity Mo Hua had, wherever he had learned Array Techniques, was none of his business.

Mo Hua was somewhat helpless. "Fine..."

Cheng Mo made a solemn promise.

A face with sword-like brows, a long beard, and an upright, unyielding bearing suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Elder Xun was momentarily stunned and lost in thought...

These cultivators had clearly sensed Mo Hua and the others. Without the slightest attempt at concealment, they swaggered over and appeared at the edge of the forest.

After a series of rather complicated inner struggles, Elder Xun, watching from afar, finally calmed down.

Cheng Mo and the others exchanged glances, sensing that something was amiss.

This was a Second-Grade Mid-Tier pig demon, fat-headed and big-eared, of a special breed. Its hide, bones, and other materials seemed as though they could fetch quite a few Merit Points.

Elder Xun turned his head and followed the aura with his gaze, his brows knitting slightly.

At this thought, Elder Xun's gaze dimmed, and melancholy filled his heart.

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