Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 619 - 344 Fat Dragon Appears, Watch Out Above_2

It seemed like a round object, but because it moved so fast, Li didn't get a good look at it.

The flying ship moved forward, the thing moved backward, and back and forth like that, it got stuck in Li's throat, almost choking Li to death.

Li's vision went black for a moment, and then it fell off the flying ship.

Fortunately, because it usually ate well and was strong, it didn't hurt its muscles and bones from such a high fall.

Li ignored Rongrong, still kneeling on the ground, clutching at its throat.

It had to get the thing out, it was very uncomfortable being stuck there.

"Ugh, come out... hiccup..."

After poking around for a while, Li, who was just retching, suddenly became quiet, and its expression turned serious.

Rongrong's egg was startled, it stopped attacking the back of Li's head, and asked with concern.

"What happened? Poisoned? Did that thing explode?"

"No, it didn't, I swallowed that thing." Li wiped its mouth and got up from the ground.

Rongrong, "..."

"Don't worry, once it's swallowed it's fine. By the way, where is this place?"

After swallowing the thing stuck in its throat, Li finally had the mood to observe the surroundings.

Looking around, magic spells had destroyed everything within several miles, the ground was covered with unknown black ashes, and the undamaged trees in the distance were full of sword marks.

It seemed like there had been a great battle here.

"Is this? Did someone fight?" Rongrong asked.

"Probably." Li picked up its small backpack, tucked Rongrong in, and then adopted a great detective's posture, picked up a handful of black ashes from the ground and licked it.

"Ptui, ptui... tastes terrible." After spitting out the impurities from its mouth, Li began to analyze.

"The fighters should be two Nascent Soul cultivators, one a Sword Cultivator, and the other a disciple from the Buddhist Sect, not from the same origin, so they probably belong to the Outer Path. Moreover, these two are quite strange." Li paused for a moment, smacked its lips, and then continued, "There is a weird taste in their scent, I estimate they both used some secret technique to forcibly enhance their cultivation."

"How do you know that?" Rongrong asked, puzzled.

"That's talent, I can't teach you, I am the Divine Dragon who has tasted all flavors of the world, naturally born to be a detective." Li said proudly.

"Heh, but do their Nascent Soul cultivators of the Human Race have such destructive power? The range of destruction is too big, isn't it?" Rongrong asked.

"Actually, you don't need a Nascent Soul, this power, a Golden Core Cultivator could also manage it." Li replied.

"Huh?" Rongrong didn't understand.

With reputation rising rapidly, nowadays Thousand Mechanism Town has evolved to the point where Nascent Souls are everywhere.

This is excluding the people from the Six Sects.

These people are called venerable ancestors in other places, but in Thousand Mechanism Town they're just juniors, some cunning traders take advantage where they can.

Moreover, because of too many chaotic elements, and the influence of old hands driving new hands, countless frictions occur in Thousand Mechanism Town every day.

Those that can be mediated are mediated, those that can't be mediated can only go to the arena for a match.

Rongrong had seen such sparring more than once, and it felt it was just that, incomparable to the majesty of the Phoenix Race.

But now seeing this scene here, it somewhat overturned Rongrong's understanding.

"What I saw in Thousand Mechanism Town isn't like this?" Rongrong asked.

"You mean those in Thousand Mechanism Town, because they are holding back when fighting." Li, the senior, explained to Rongrong, the little chick who hadn't seen much of the world.

"Because breaking things costs money to repay, no one wants to cause trouble.

"Moreover, that's our Thousand Mechanism Town, you shout 'Good morning, Elder' on the street, at least six sect elders will respond.

"Troublemakers restrain their strength while fighting, elders are generally too lazy to intervene, but if you cause destruction then you will be caught and have to pay. Furthermore, if you injure innocents, getting caught means being buried alive at the Sword Tomb."

"I see." Rongrong understood. "So what do we do now? Go find those two fighters?"

Li shook its head, "Too troublesome, and it's none of our business, let's just wait here for Zhang Ze to come pick us up."

"Alright." Rongrong saw Li wasn't interested, so it gave up the idea of going to watch the commotion.

The dragon and the phoenix chatted casually, and after a while, Li's tail twitched, it turned to look and saw a strange old man watching them from the sky.

The old man's attire was really strange, he wasn't wearing a Taoist robe or a feather robe, instead, he wore a bright red silk jacket, embroidered with money patterns, one hand behind his back and the other stroking his beard, the emerald thumb ring on his finger gleaming dazzlingly in the sun.

But the most peculiar thing was the old man's hat, like a sycee, like a treasure basin, upside down on his head, covering his eyes.

He was just like a God of Wealth.

Li looked at the old man's kitschy attire, thinking he should have a lot in common to talk about with Lily.

Li looked at the strange old man, and the strange old man also looked at Li.

The old man's name was Sanbao, a name he gave himself three hundred years ago, claiming it was auspicious, using it to open an auction house to ensure big profits.

Due to personal quirks, he preferred to be addressed as Mister.

As the owner of the Dragon Beard Pass auction house, Mister Sanbao felt that his luck today was really good.

Even going for a stroll to explore odd movements could lead to picking up a rare exotic beast.

Seeing Li's round, chubby appearance, Mister Sanbao couldn't help but be delighted, thinking what a symbol of wealth, the chubby belly resembled a sycee, the more it could ward off evil the better for the residence.

Originally he wanted to directly kick this exotic beast into his pocket to carry away, but seeing that Li was carrying a small bag, he hesitated. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Carrying a bag meant this exotic beast belonged to someone.

Mister Sanbao had always believed in amiable wealth generation being the right way, and that forcibly snatching things was a shortsighted approach.