"Spirit tools!"
"Magic weapon!"
Instantly, the eyes of cultivators present burst into tears.
The neck of the white tiger was tied with a magic weapon!
Look at themselves.
Although these cultivators had reached the Third Stage of Pulse Control Realm at the highest level and the lowest level was the second stage of Pulse Control Realm, none of them had a spirit tool!
On the other hand, although they still didn't know what the bell was used for for the time being, judging from its color and spiritual Qi fluctuation, it was at least at Level Two.
Although the five of them could not use spirit tools for the sake of their realm, it would be absolutely possible for them to get a brand-new sharp weapon of Level Eight or Level Nine if they made a deal with this Level Two spirit tool!
Thinking of this, the eyes of these five people immediately began to turn red.
On the one hand, it was greed, on the other hand, purely jealousy.
A demonic tiger had a spirit tool as decoration. As a cultivator, how could they be so miserable?
"Brother.”One of the cultivators said, swallowing saliva and moistening his dry throat.
This demonic tiger was only at Level Two of demons.
In the realm of cultivator, it was probably about the mid level of the first stage of Pulse Control Realm.
If they really fought, any one of them would be more than enough to deal with it.
To put it bluntly, this demonic tiger carrying spirit tools was simply given to them by Heavens to make a fortune!
Not only the spirit tool, but the demonic tiger itself was also very valuable.
The breathing at the scene suddenly became rapid.
At this time, Little Candy blinked its eyes and looked at the five cultivators in confusion.
.
Little Candy moved and turned to leave.
However, the cultivator in front of it immediately adjusted his pace and blocked its way.
Little Candy turned in another direction.
Then the way forward was blocked again.
“I'm so angry. These guys are bullying me.”
Little Candy had been spoiled since it was born. It had never been bullied like this.
Suddenly, the little tiger was unhappy.
Not only would it want to be lifted high, but it also wanted to be hugged.
It opened its mouth and let out a roar.
The voice suddenly came from afar.
"Do it!" A cultivator was about to rush forward.
But the big brother reached out and stopped him.
"Don't move!"
"Huh?" Everyone looked at their big brother in confusion.
The cultivator who had just rushed forward was also full of suspicion at this moment. "Brother, if it shouts, it may attract the people nearby. Why don't we end it quickly?"
The big brother grinned, shook his head, and said, "Think about it. What's the purpose of waiting here for so many days?"
"For..."
Before he finished his words, everyone understood.
If the nearby cultivators were really attracted, it would be exactly what they wanted!
The big brother continued at this moment, "And judging from the demonic tiger's appearance, it didn’t seem to be alone. Maybe there are some partners, or it's raised by others.
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