Those three had probably been waiting outside for a long time. They simply had not acted because the spirit grass in Du Tiannan's hands had yet to be refined into pills. Now that they saw the pill was finished, they stopped hiding and sought to intercept the pot of paste in Du Tiannan's hands.
"What Spirit Gathering Grass? I've never heard of it."
Du Tiannan took two steps back and quietly pulled a first-grade Fireball Talisman from his robes.
The three people who had been ready to snatch it by force slowed their steps slightly upon seeing the talisman paper. The two on either side took out their own magical artifacts, while only the man in the middle sneered.
"You think a piece of trash talisman paper can scare anyone? If you know what's good for you, compensate this Daoist for his losses. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless."
"My master is on his way back. He's a Great Foundation Establishment Cultivator!"
This was not Du Tiannan's first time wandering the world, so he naturally knew how to borrow a tiger's might. At the same time, he kept considering which direction he should flee once the fighting began.
They were all Qi Refining Realm cultivators, and everything they used was Minor Divine Abilities.
Without the ability to fly through the air, the gap in their strength was not that great, let alone with talismans and magical artifacts mixed into the equation.
Over the past several hundred years in the Southern Sky Region, the mainstream Dao arts of the Immortal Cultivation World had changed who knew how many times.
They were vastly different from the era when Chen Luo had cultivated.
A Great Foundation Establishment Cultivator?
A trace of wariness flashed through the three men's eyes.
Bang!!
A pitch-black iron