102: Chapter 102: This girl doesn't even look at you!

Seeing Yan Zhuo about to rush over and hug him, Yang Simu had a look of disgust and directly reached out to grab the fatty's arm, preventing him from moving forward.

Yang Simu turned his head slightly and said, "Fatty Yan, I don't like men. Stay away from me!"

Fatty Yan gave a "hehe" laugh and finally lowered his arms.

However, Yan Zhuo's shout just now had indeed attracted the gazes of many Sword Cultivators atop the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

After all, in this kind of ordinary battle between the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the Wilderness World, Cultivators above the Nascent Soul Stage rarely died.

Unless it was a Wilderness Great Demon of the Immortal Realm or above leading the Wilderness Demon Clan in an assault, the Nascent Soul Stage would suffer heavy losses.

Otherwise, the two sides generally consisted of Middle Five Realms Cultivators killing each other; Nascent Soul Stage Yao Race were naturally extremely difficult to kill!

Especially when the opponent was a Sword Cultivator!

If things went poorly, it would lead to a sharp sword strike from a Jade Purity Realm Yao Race Sword Cultivator, just like before. If the Golden Armored Deity hadn't been at the Jade Purity Realm, their group would have been in grave danger!

Therefore, the looks the crowd gave Yang Simu and the others naturally held a few more hints of respect.

However, when Yang Simu arrived at the wall, he had already put on A Liang's black bamboo hat, so no one could probe his true Qi Practitioner Realm.

He had also put the Golden Armored Deity and Tan Xue back into the Crystal Grotto-Heaven.

Because the two of them had just exerted their full strength, the Yao Race aura on them was somewhat difficult to conceal, and Yang Simu was worried about causing unnecessary trouble on the wall.

The Great Wall of Sword Qi was like that; as long as you were strong, even if you were that damn A Liang who drank without paying, there would be no shortage of people admiring you!

Among the crowd, a Sword Cultivator instantly exclaimed:

"I was just wondering why an Upper Five Realms Yao Race beast suddenly struck toward the wall; it turns out someone killed a Nascent Soul Stage Wilderness Great Demon!"

"Whoa, I saw a Martial Artist practicing boxing on the battlefield earlier; it seems it was this kid!"

"A Nascent Soul Stage Yao Race Sword Cultivator unleashed a Natal Flying Sword, and yet it was easily restrained by him!"

"When I saw that hundred-zhang-long white sword light pass by me just now, I was nearly scared to death."

"Fortunately, an Upper Five Realms Golden Armored Deity appeared on the battlefield and blocked that sword!"

"Tsk tsk, did you see that woman in the white dress? It seems she was the one who took the Nascent Soul and Golden Core of that Nascent Soul Stage Yao Race Sword Cultivator!"

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Amidst the discussions of the Sword Cultivators, Yang Simu greeted Ning Yao, Die Zhang, Dong Huafu, and Chen Sanqiu one after another.

Chen Sanqiu suddenly smiled and said, "Brother Yang, we harvested four Natal Flying Swords from Golden Core Stage Yao Race Sword Cultivators this time."

"Brother Yang, you haven't forgotten what you said before we came to the wall, have you?"

Yang Simu gave a light cough and raised his finger to point at the wooden sign in front of Wang Zhu.

Seeing the three lines of vermilion characters on it, Chen Sanqiu's eyes instantly widened.

He almost wanted to shout, "You're simply not treating dragon-slaying stone as money!"

However, as soon as Chen Sanqiu thought of the half-cliff-sized Dragon-Slaying Platform Yang Simu had brought out at the Ning Residence, he tactfully shut his mouth.

However, Die Zhang frowned slightly and said, "Yang Simu, does this count as raising prices on the spot?"

Yang Simu smiled and said to them, "The price I promised everyone will definitely remain unchanged."

"What I mean is, let's talk more when we get back. Otherwise, won't those Sword Cultivators waiting to exchange for dragon-slaying stone feel psychologically unbalanced?"

Hearing this, everyone understood.

Otherwise, if for the same three Golden Core Stage Yao Race Sword Cultivators' Natal Flying Swords, Yan Zhuo and the others could get three tofu-sized pieces of dragon-slaying stone while other Sword Cultivators could only get one, someone would definitely be dissatisfied!

Of course, Yang Simu wasn't afraid of this matter leaking out later.

The dragon-slaying stone is right there; take it or leave it, no one is forcing you!

The Nascent Soul Stage old Sword Cultivator nearby, Nie Yuanliang, who had been listening to their conversation, also realized something at this moment.

He asked in shock, "Young Master Yang, don't tell me you're the one who brought out these dragon-slaying stones for sale?"

Yang Simu smiled and nodded.

The old man had a look of astonishment.

This was the first time he had seen a Sword Cultivator treat dragon-slaying stone as so worthless!

Just at this time, Yang Simu saw that Wang Zhu had already finished selling all the dragon-slaying stones in front of her.

He then strode over.

The Sword Cultivators on the wall had all heard of Yang Simu's great achievements just now, so naturally, no one blocked him. They all moved aside to make a path.

Wang Zhu's willow-like brows furrowed slightly as she stared coldly at Yang Simu.

"How are the dragon-slaying stone sales?" Yang Simu asked with a calm smile.

"Sold twenty pieces of dragon-slaying stone, obtaining a total of seventeen Natal Flying Swords from Yao Race Golden Core Stage Sword Cultivators and one Natal Flying Sword from a Nascent Soul Stage Yao Race Sword Cultivator," Wang Zhu said, her Face covered in frost.

Hearing this, Yang Simu nodded slightly; the harvest was even greater than he had imagined.

Just then, a sword-carrying woman with a round Face happened to come down from the battlefield.

She moved through the crowd and landed directly in front of Yang Simu and Wang Zhu.

There were small amounts of blood on the woman's Face and clothes; she had clearly just experienced a great battle.

In her eyes, there was even the blood-red color that only appears when one's eyes go red with killing!

The round-faced woman didn't waste words; three Natal Flying Swords appeared directly in her hand.

She glanced at the wooden sign and said in a somewhat cold tone, "Three Natal Flying Swords from Golden Core Stage Yao Race Sword Cultivators for one piece of dragon-slaying stone!"

Yang Simu smiled calmly and said, "Miss, I'm sorry, but the dragon-slaying stones prepared for today have already sold out."

Hearing this, the round-faced woman's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a murderous glint.

Wang Zhu couldn't help but frown because there were still eighty pieces of dragon-slaying stone that Yang Simu had given her.

"I don't care. You set up the sign here, and I've brought the Natal Flying Swords, so you must hand over the dragon-slaying stone!" the round-faced woman said coldly.

"Sister, this Brother Yang is my friend. Please restrain your temper," the wooden-faced Dong Huafu said as he walked over.

Although he clearly knew that Yang Simu had many dragon-slaying stones on him, he didn't bring them out to sell now.

Of course, Dong Huafu wouldn't complain about Yang Simu.

After all, dragon-slaying stone was extremely important to Sword Cultivators. For Yang Simu to take out dozens of pieces at once, even Dong Huafu felt a pang of heartache for him!

Dong Huafu's reputation for "spending money like water" wasn't for nothing!

Hearing Dong Huafu's words, Yang Simu suddenly realized.

So this round-faced woman was Dong Huafu's sister—Dong Bude!

It was said that Dong Bude had an extremely heavy killing intent; once, she was knocked unconscious by the Hidden Official guarding the wall and carried back from the battlefield!

Facing her own younger brother, Dong Bude didn't give him any Face either.

She said coldly, "Anyway, I'm standing right here today!"

Dong Huafu looked a bit anxious, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Yang Simu said composedly, "Miss Dong, since you are Dong Huafu's sister, then we can be considered half-friends."

"How about this, after we go back, I can exchange dragon-slaying stones for you at a friendship price."

Dong Bude glanced at the youth Wang Zhu and snorted coldly, "Put away your little schemes. This young lady doesn't think much of you!"

Yang Simu: "I..."

"My finger is injured today, and it hurts whenever I touch the keyboard. There might only be two chapters. Sorry..."