Zongwu: Blind box shop, Wanwan hits the mark

A puzzled look suddenly appeared on Lianxing's little face.

Qin Zhixuan saw the puzzled look on Lian Xing's face and guessed what she was thinking. He immediately said, "It's true that there is no strange fire in this world, but there is still a jar shop!"

After hearing what Qin Zhixuan said, Lian Xing suddenly realized why she had left the jar in front of her and not opened it, but was thinking about looking for it herself. Suddenly, a sweet and innocent smile appeared on her face.

No wonder the shop owner said that this technique was powerful. As long as he kept opening strange fire or peculiar flames in the jar shop, this technique could theoretically grow infinitely. Thinking of this, Lian Xing took a breath. If this was true, this technique was too powerful and too terrifying!

Although everyone didn't know the specific effect of this technique, they could tell from Lian Xing's expression that this technique should be very powerful. Everyone immediately looked at Lian Xing with envy.

Lian Xing calmed down her excitement, raised her hand and hit the ninth jar, "Pah!"

As the jar shattered, a strangely shaped fruit fell out and floated in the air.

Looking at this fruit that was somewhat similar to the devil fruit she had eaten before, Lian Xing asked Qin Zhixuan with a puzzled look on her face: "Shopkeeper, is this a devil fruit?"

She decided that if this was also a devil fruit, she would give it to her sister.

When Huang Rong and others saw Lian Xing produce another fruit that was very similar to the devil fruit, they immediately looked at her with envy.

[Pitaya]: It comes from a certain real world and has a red skin. The protrusions on the skin look like flames and dragon scales. It is divided into a white core and a red core. It can prevent constipation, promote eye health, lower blood sugar, blood lipids, blood pressure, etc., whiten the skin and prevent dark spots. Pitaya is a very nutritious fruit that combines fruits, flowers, vegetables, health care and medicine.

Hearing Lian Xing's words, Qin Zhixuan looked at the fruit she had opened, shook his head, chuckled and said, "This is not a devil fruit, it's a fruit called dragon fruit!"

Lian Xing's face became a little lost. She put the dragon fruit on the display cabinet and waved her hand towards the last jar.

"Snapped!"

Along with the sound of the jar breaking, a leaf fell out and floated in the air.

Lian Xing looked at a leaf that had opened up and frowned immediately. It seemed to be the leaf of the night-scented jasmine!

[Mint]: This is the freshest mint leaf from the wild. Qin Zhixuan took a look and said softly, "This is a mint leaf."

Lian Xing was a little speechless and just put the leaf away. After all, she had spent money on this thing.

Yao Yue saw Lian Xing finish opening the jars, took out a silver note of one thousand taels and handed it to Qin Zhixuan: "Shopkeeper, I want to open ten jars."

After Qin Zhixuan took the silver, he said softly, "Choose!"

Yao Yue nodded and walked to the shelf to start choosing cans.

On the other side, Zhong Nanshan was in the territory of the Song Dynasty, outside the Quanzhen Sect.

A tall man dressed in white, obviously different from the Central Plains man. He had a high nose bridge, a brown beard on his face, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his deep eyes from time to time. He looked heroic.

This person is none other than Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, one of the Five Great Masters of the Southern Song Dynasty.

This man was seen leaning on a ghost-headed snake staff with a faint smile on his face. Next to him were several people lying on the ground, howling in pain.

At this time, many martial artists gathered here, looking at the gate of Quanzhen Sect with a casual look.

"Why hasn't the Quanzhen Sect come out yet? Are they trying to hide like turtles?"

"The Quanzhen Sect doesn't rely on people like this, how could they possibly avoid a fight?"

"You're all concerned about whether they'll fight, but am I the only one concerned about whether they'll hand over the Nine Yin Scriptures?"

"That shouldn't be the case. Why would someone else's sect's secret manual be given to you?"

"Didn't Wang Chongyang promise Ouyang Feng to lend him the Nine Yin Manual?"

"Fuck, I found an honest man and I'm going to bully him."

When the people in the martial arts world who were discussing heard what the man said, they looked at him in shock.

"Brother, listen to my advice. You should go home and farm. This world is not for you!"

At this time, a person next to him patted him on the shoulder and kindly advised him.

The man looked at the others in confusion, wondering why everyone who was just discussing this matter had turned into asking him to go home. The man looked at his eldest brother who had just kindly reminded him with a puzzled look.

The man looked around to see if anyone else noticed what he was saying, then kindly explained, "This is just an excuse Ouyang Feng uses to seize the Nine Yin Realm. The excuse isn't important."

Hearing this, a look of surprise appeared on the man's face. It was actually possible to do this.

The kind-hearted elder brother took a look at the man. He saw that the man was dressed in a blue shirt and had a face as white as jade, delicate and handsome. He exuded a strong, elegant and gentle scholarly temperament.

However, the elder brother also noticed that the young man in front of him had a faint aura of wealth and nobility. He concluded that this young man should not be an ordinary person. He immediately asked with some curiosity, "I wonder who this young man is?"

The man smiled heartily and said, "We are all from the martial arts world. There is no such thing as a young master or not. I am Lu Zhanyuan."

Lu Zhanyuan?

Hearing this name, the elder brother frowned and thought hard, and found that he had never heard of this person's name.

But seeing his noble aura, the eldest brother still chatted with him in a humble manner.

At this time, the Seven Sons of Quanzhen led the disciples of Quanzhen Sect and walked towards the door. Seeing the disciples wailing beside Ouyang Feng, the disciples were furious and looked at Ouyang Feng with anger and hatred.

The Seven Quanzhen disciples also frowned. Qiu Chuji, who was hot-tempered and reckless, shouted angrily at Ouyang Feng, "Ouyang Feng, you have trespassed into our Quanzhen Sect and injured our disciples. You don't take our Quanzhen Sect seriously!"

"Hahaha......"

Hearing Qiu Chuji's words, Ouyang Feng couldn't help but burst into laughter. After a moment, he stopped laughing, his eyes filled with mockery. He couldn't help but sneer, "Wang Chongyang is already dead. Why should I take you Quanzhen Sect seriously?"

"you......"

Hearing Ouyang Feng's merciless ridicule, Qiu Chuji wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Ma Yu who was standing beside him. Ma Yu looked at Ouyang Feng with a serious face and warned him, "Ouyang Feng, please don't go too far. We are certainly no match for you, but the Quanzhen Sect will not tolerate your insults!"

Ouyang Feng looked at the Seven Quanzhen disciples arrogantly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Even if I insult your Quanzhen Sect, what does it matter? Just relying on a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp like you?"

The hot-tempered Qiu Chuji could no longer tolerate Ouyang Feng's arrogance and contempt for others, so he drew his sword and rushed towards Ouyang Feng.