Jiang Shenwu and others walked along the long street, getting farther and farther away from Uncle Sang.
The bystanders couldn't help but sigh. They thought these people would stumble Uncle Zi Sang, but they didn't expect them to show indifference.
The onlookers gradually dispersed.
Suddenly, Jiang Shenwu saw a very familiar figure not far away: "Qi Shang, is that Tian Fengyu?"
When Tian Fengyu changed his clothes after leaving the auction venue, Jiang Shenwu almost didn't recognize him.
"This guy is good at pretending." Qi Shang closed the folding fan, "I'll come as soon as I go."
"Are we going to fight again?" Feng Yuchun frowned.
"Go get his own things back," Jiang Shenwu said.
While talking, Qi Shang came back.
He seemed to have had a few conversations with Tian Fengyu, but there was no argument and no use of spiritual power.
He weighed the money bag in his hand: "One million is missing, but it doesn't matter."
"Wouldn't it affect it?" Feng Yuchun's expression kept changing.
"Well, this is yours." General Qi returned Jiang Shenwu's entry fees for several people to Feng Yuchun.
"You Qianyuan Wasteland are so wealthy." Feng Yuchun couldn't help but sigh, "Even one million won't affect you."
"Ten million more is enough." Qi Shang branded another hallucination mark.
I secretly made up my mind to practice the fantasy test well when I go back.
Getting the money bag back is the first step, and the next step is to execute the plan.
Jiang Shenwu and others walked around to the other side of the auction venue, where Uncle Zi Sang left.
The Forbidden Axis quickly locked the route that Uncle Zi Sang left by relying on the banned context.
Finally, the two sides met ten miles outside the city.
When he saw Jiang Shenwu and the others, Uncle Zisang was a little surprised: "I haven't found you yet, but you guys came to my door yourself."
"Children, since you are waiting for us, there is no need to talk nonsense."
Qi Shang walked straight towards Uncle Zisang.
"What do you want to do?" Uncle Zisang raised his eyebrows and glanced at the people behind Qi Shang. They all had evil intentions, and he immediately understood their intentions.
"Don't you want to seize the Ancient Era World Technique?" Uncle Zi Sang's face suddenly darkened.
Did the murder and treasure grabbing after the auction actually happen to him?
"No." Qi Shang denied.
"No? Do you think I will believe you?"
Uncle Zisang caught a glimpse of Jiang Shenwu and others walking over.
Suddenly, from the corner of Uncle Zisang's eyes, he glanced to his side. Where the Dharma Protector was originally standing, there was an unknown young man in black.
He didn't know when the young man in black came over, let alone how long he had been here.
During the whole process, he could not sense the breath of the boy in black.
Uncle Zisang fearfully mobilized his whole body's strength.
"We want both." Qi Shang smiled and opened the blood fan.
The blood energy spread instantly and soon covered this space.
It seemed like a huge bloody prison, trapping all of them inside.
In the outside world, this place is just an ordinary forest road, sparsely populated, and occasionally a few pedestrians pass by in a hurry.
Uncle Zisang's protector tried to break out of the bloody prison, but found that the bloody prison would swallow the released power.
"Young Master Qi Shang, you are such a big warrior." Uncle Zisang withdrew his gaze, half-squinting his eyes, full of warning.
"If you hand over the things, we won't do anything to you." Qi Shang weighed the money bag in his hand, "Or you can buy it with spiritual jade."
Uncle Zisang just glanced at the money bag contemptuously: "Is your little spiritual jade enough?"
"Make a price and make a peaceful exchange." Qi Shang was also very straightforward.
"Two things, twenty million spiritual jade." Uncle Zisang said decisively.
He spent a total of thirteen million jade to take pictures of these two things. Although he didn't suffer much loss, he couldn't lose face.
That kid from Qi Shang tripped him up in front of the entire auction venue, causing him to lose face.
Twenty million spiritual jade is just one of the conditions.
"And more importantly, kneel down and apologize." Uncle Zisang's expression became much colder.
Seeing Qi Shang's silence, he added: "Let that person come over too."
Uncle Zisang pointed at Jiang Shenwu.
Jiang Shenwu just came over: "You want me to kneel down and apologize to you?"
"Well, kneel down and apologize, and then take out 20 million spiritual jade, and these two things will be yours." Uncle Zisang smiled solemnly.
"You don't really think that we are here to negotiate peace with you?" Jiang Shenwu raised his eyebrows with a strange look on his face.
"It's not a peace talk..."
Uncle Zisang's expression suddenly changed.
"Children, we think you are the ruler, so we give you a chance for peace talks. If you don't cherish it, don't blame us." Qi Shang looked unhappy.
All the protectors behind Uncle Zisang stepped forward, ready to go.
"How could my grandson be so arrogant and ask someone to kneel down and apologize?" Wu He quietly came to the front of Uncle Zi Sang.
Pressing the hand gesture down in the air, Uncle Zisang felt an unprecedented sense of oppression suddenly come over him.
Uncle Zisang had activated his mental power from the beginning, but in the face of the incoming sense of oppression, his mental power gradually stagnated.
His knees couldn't help but bend until he knelt on the ground.
Uncle Zisang knelt on his knees, still constantly changing the sea of mental consciousness and running his mental power, hoping to erase the terrifying sense of oppression.
Wu He stood in front of him and easily took away the Nine Turns of Red Yang Qi and the Ancient Era World Technique.
"Who are you?" Uncle Zisang glared.
"Wanchuan." Wu He glanced sideways at Uncle Zisang and said seriously.
"Genchuan?" Uncle Zisang was confused and quickly searched for information about "Genchuan".
Wu He moved forward and threw the Nine Turns of Red Yang Qi and the Ancient Era World Technique to Jiang Shenwu. He leaned on the dead wood beside him, folding his arms as if waiting for something.
"How do you prove that you are Genchuan?" Uncle Zisang was confused.
The period of existence of Wanchuan is so long that there is almost no trace of the existence of Wanchuan in the Nantong Imperial Palace.
As for what Wakawa looks like, he has no idea.
The main reason why I am afraid of the person in front of me is because this person is good at concealing his aura.
Being able to perfectly conceal his aura under the pressure of his eighth-level mental power shows that his own mental power is at least the eighth-level, or even higher.
Looking at the entire jurisdiction of the Nantong Palace, such powerful people are all within his scope.
But he really didn't remember such a person.
The other party called himself Watakawa, and he couldn't help but doubt the other party's identity.
A long time ago, Watakawa represented a period, a period filled with killing and bloodshed.
When his name is mentioned, everyone in the world becomes frightened.
However, thousands of years or even nearly ten thousand years have passed since then. How can Watakawa be like the young boy in front of him?
"If it is, it is, if it is not, it is not. Why do you need to prove it?" Wu He said lightly.
Uncle Zisang wanted to say something more, but in a blink of an eye he met Qi Shang's eyes.
Qi Shang glanced at the white jade fan in his hand: "Is that the fan you inherited?"
Uncle Zisang didn't understand what Qi Shang meant by his words. He was alert and ready to take action at any time.
"It's not suitable for you." Qi Shang said again.
As he finished speaking, his figure suddenly came closer.
At this moment, Uncle Zisang felt a cold air. He instinctively opened the fan and patted it to one side.
"Misjudgment."
Qi Shang was directly in front of him.
With a gesture, he snatched the fan.
Uncle Zisang saw Qi Shang playing with the fan and glared at him: "Give it back to me!"
"Is the ruler of the plane too weak, or are you too weak?" Qi Shang dismantled the fan in front of Uncle Zi Sang.