Li Yuanqing tried to fuse with these powerful magical crystals, but these things resisted very fiercely. Li Yuanqing could not be too hasty, so it became a tug-of-war in the end. Days passed, and Li Yuanqing was like a wooden statue, sitting in the cave without moving. Just like that, more than ten days passed.
In the world outside the realm, there was a free market in Sea City Base.
"Bastard, you dare to snatch my things? Have you never asked about my name? If I don't beat you to death today, I won't be called Zhao Batian!"
A peddler selling Spirit Transformation Tier items slammed a thin middle-aged cultivator onto the ground.
This middle-aged cultivator was thin and had a slender face. His entire body seemed to have no fat. There were two small mustaches hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were bright. His face looked like a big rat.
Seeing the peddler's anger, the fellow hurriedly rolled to the side, and the gravel smashed into his back.