"Crack, click, click...!"

A hundred feet away, Chi Xiangdong listened.

It was like the sound of melting snow or the sound of crushing stones.

When I listened carefully again, I heard the remaining sounds of fighting coming from the wind and snow.

He looked around and thought to himself: "No one has come for eleven days. I am very lucky, but there is no guarantee that no one will come!"

To his disappointment, day after day passed and no one came.

Not to mention people, not even a bird that flew the wrong way.

He became even less calm.

The occasional sound of fierce fighting indicated that something terrible must have happened ahead, and all the monks were attracted there, which is why no one came here.

"Crack, click, click...!"

The sound of crushing stones became more and more intense.

Finally, eight days later, the cave that had been frozen for thousands of years was finally opened.

I saw a cyan figure shooting out, holding a snow-white ball in his hand, and asked: "Fellow Daoist Chi, what is this? I feel so comfortable holding it!"

Chi Xiangdong just opened his mouth, ready to tell him to leave quickly. When he saw the ball, he couldn't help but swallow the words, leaving his mouth wide open for a long time.

The person who came was none other than Su Yizhao.

Ten days ago, he finally fed the mark on his chest.

Just like the previous two times, the mark came out of the body and turned into a book.

The third level of "Xuan Qi Creation Skill" did not disappoint him. In just ten days, he raised his cultivation level to a great level in one fell swoop.

Now, he has reached the middle stage of the Six God Realm.

On the southwest border, he was already the first person in the sect besides the sect leader.

In addition to the realm, he also practiced the only sixth-level skills to the Great Perfection, but what made him depressed was that his soul and body could not go any further.

Although his strength has doubled, he still feels regretful.

"Friend Chi, you don't know him either?" Seeing Chi Xiangdong grinning from ear to ear, he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Chi Xiangdong yawned and said calmly: "This is the snow mountain ice soul! It is good for soul cultivation! How did you catch it?"

Snow mountain ice soul?

It doesn’t look like a good thing!

Su Yi saw his indifferent expression, and immediately thought it was not a natural treasure, and casually threw the ball in his hand into the ring.

Chi Xiangdong felt chilled all over as he looked like he wanted to reach out but didn't dare.

"Grab it, do you still need to grip it? Just hold your butt and dig it out!"

Holding your ass?

Casually?

Chi Xiangdong looked depressed.

It's polite to grab, but grab!

How unlucky is this?

Yes, it’s luck!

At this time, Chi Xiangdong couldn't help but believe that it was definitely his luck to be able to dig out the ice soul from the snow mountain without a monk coming for so many days.

Luck!

It is a profound Taoism in itself.

Could it be that fellow Taoist Su had practiced this kind of Taoism before?

"Ahem! Well, Fellow Daoist Su, where should we go next?" Chi Xiangdong corrected his attitude and asked seriously.

Unexpectedly, Su Yizhao glanced at him sideways and asked: "Where are we going? Fellow Daoist Chi should be more familiar with it!"

Chi Xiangdong suddenly remembered the meaning of his existence and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

In order to resolve the embarrassment, and to confirm Su Daoyou's luck, he felt guilty and led Su Yizhao towards the place where the weapon came from.

While flying, he found an excuse and said: "This road is the only way to go down to the snow mountain. When you go down to the snow mountain, you are almost out of the Tang family's sphere of influence. When the time comes, the sky is high for us, no, the sky is high for you to fly."

, the sea is wide for you to jump to!”

Su Yizhao was noncommittal, but what he was thinking about was where to buy the sixth-level "Heavenly Sword Art"...!

Chi Xiangdong galloped all the way, and the sound of fighting became closer and closer.

In the spiritual consciousness, although there is still a vast expanse of snow-white, the fighting monks can be seen within an hour at most.

He secretly glanced at Su Yizhao beside him and saw that his expression was indifferent, and he couldn't help but feel guilty.

Su Yizhao snorted lightly and said, "What are you looking at?"

"No, it's nothing, Fellow Daoist Su, didn't you hear the fighting in front?" Chi Xiangdong asked.

"I heard you! What does it have to do with us?"

Chi Xiangdong was stunned for a moment.

Yes! What does it have to do with us?

They are just two monks passing by. What are you afraid of when they fight?

Chi Xiangdong smiled bitterly.

Some people just take themselves too seriously and always think that everyone in the world must revolve around them. This is the source of trouble.

After repeated setbacks and being followed by a perverted monster, his mind had long been lost. Fortunately, suddenly, he was awakened and quickly got back on track.

Immediately he became energetic and rushed forward as if he was a new person.

Su Yizhao nodded secretly, swayed, and instantly flew side by side with Chi Xiangdong.

An hour later, the two stopped.

"There are traces of fighting, but it's over!" Chi Xiangdong analyzed calmly, "Fellow Daoist Su, down here is the backing city. Although this city is not big, there will definitely be an auction of sixth-level skills!"

Su Yizhao nodded and said: "This is the Daoist Chi I know. Let's go. I have too many profound stones and I must find a place to spend them!"

Too many black stones?

Chi Xiangdong secretly laughed in his heart. When he arrived in the city, there were not many monks who dared to say that there were too many black stones.

Half a month later, in the auction house in Backing City, Su Yizhao and Chi Xiangdong were sitting in the corner.

After Su Yizhao walked around the city, he finally no longer felt that there were too many black stones.

A deposit coupon for entering the auction house is one million black stones, and it must be of top grade.

How is this different from robbing someone?

You can't get in here without millions of black stones.

But after entering, the VIP area requires two million black stones, and the supreme area requires five million black stones.

He finally comforted himself by keeping a low profile!

So he offered to sit in the corner.

Twenty million black stones may not really be a lot! Su Yizhao sighed.

"The seventh-level spell "Qiankun Sword Technique" has a starting price of 8 million high-grade black stones. Each bid must not be less than 800,000. For the convenience of fellow Taoists, top-grade black stones can be exchanged on the spot!"

Finally, after a packed crowd of more than 20,000 monks arrived, the auction began.

When Su Yizhao heard the sound of the auction, he straightened up immediately, but when he heard it, he immediately became discouraged.

Although I have never heard of the seventh-level spell "Qiankun Sword Art", it must be very powerful.

It's just that he can't use it now!

Anything that cannot be immediately transformed into strength is all external, he said to himself secretly.

"Ten million!"

"Fifteen million!"

"Eighteen million!"

"Twenty-one million!"

Su Yizhao turned his head weakly, the private room on the second floor, the supreme area!

This is true wealth!

"Fellow Daoist Su, we at the seventh level can't use it for the time being, so there's no need to fight!"

Su Yi looked back and nodded gently. Chi Xiangdong was finally on his way!

In the end, this "Qiankun Sword Jue" was sold for 22 million.

It seems that the price of seventh-level spells is probably the same, so will the price of sixth-level spells be lower?

The auction monk brought out a disk, which was obviously the second auction item that was about to appear.

The disk was covered with a piece of red cloth, and Su Yizhao used his spiritual sense to sweep it away, making it impossible to detect it.

He couldn't help but feel ashamed!

That piece of red cloth!

He cherishes it very much and regards it as a treasure. The palm-sized cloth that can isolate spiritual consciousness only plays this role here!
Chapter completed!