The clerk surnamed Fan was startled by the rare big deal in front of him. When he looked up, he was even more shocked.

"Senior, are you the only one?"

"Yes, get the spirit stone quickly, I will go to sea soon!"

A young monk with thin skin and tender flesh, holding a paper fan, it was obvious from the first glance that he had not seen much of the world, and he did not care about the authenticity.

"Sir, it's not safe to be alone. Why don't you go with these seniors?"

The guy surnamed Fan still had old ideas and kindly reminded him.

"Is there any danger? With Senior Tiemian here, the only things we need to worry about in the waters around Ningcui Island are monsters!"

Brother Gongzi took the heavy bag of spirit stones, weighed it in front of the crowd of immortal cultivators who were attracted to it, put it into his storage bag, took out his flying magic weapon, and flew leisurely to the outside of the island.

After flying slowly for a few days, the monk Gongzige stopped, and his face blurred into the look of Luo Hong.

"No one took the bait. It seems like it really scared them. That's all. Let them wait for ten years."

Luo Hong has been carrying out a year of anti-gang and anti-evil operations around Ningcui Island. In the past month, he has not encountered any gangsters who kill people and seize treasures. That's why the scene just happened.

No one dared to take a bite of a fat sheep as big as Brother Gongzi. It seemed that those villains were either really afraid, or they had moved to other monster islands instead of fighting Luo Hong.

With a flash of brilliance on his body, Luo Hong resumed his previous scribe's attire. With a burst of magic power, he turned into a ray of light and flew towards the spiritual island he had recently found.
Chapter completed!