Elder Liang looked at his little ancestor with a heartbroken expression.
No wonder, before coming to Huansang City, the little ancestor wanted to take them to the Beast Control City to make some money...
Her flower spirit jade is like running water, no, like pouring it all out in a bucket!
At this time——
The hoarse voice of the old man on the fourth floor sounded again, "Looking at your voice, it should be a little girl. Little girl, are you sure you want to spend so many spiritual jade to film "The Art of Ten Thousand Poisons"? It shouldn't be of any use to you, right?
, or give me some face and let me out?"
There was a hint of threat in his tone.
Yunzheng raised her eyebrows slightly and said lightly, "The one with the highest price will get it."
As soon as he finished speaking, many people were in an uproar. This little girl is so tough! She didn't even care about the old man on the fourth floor.
At this moment, in private room 403 on the fourth floor.
An old man wearing a dark green robe, his expression suddenly turned sinister.
He looked at the sect disciples in green clothes and asked coldly, "Do you know who the girl is who is yelling at this elder?"
The young man standing at the front frowned and lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
The girl with delicate eyebrows next to him thought for a few seconds, then her eyes lit up, and she coldly snorted: "Disciple knows who the owner of that voice is!"
"Who?" The old man in dark green robe narrowed his eyes.
The other disciples of the Seven Kills Sect looked at Ning Xiaoyu.
Ning Xiaoyu twisted her eyebrows and tried hard to recall, "It's... the Five Elements Spirit Sect or the... little ancestor of the Five Elements Spirit Sect."
Suddenly, she turned her head and looked up at Ling Moran, asking for confirmation: "Senior Brother Ling, do you think so?"
Suddenly, everyone in the private room turned to Ling Moran. Among them, the old man in dark green robe stared at him with sharp and sinister eyes.
"You know?"
"Grandpa..." Ling Moran pursed her lips and was about to say a few words, but was interrupted coldly by the old man in dark green robes.
"She is the little ancestor from the unconventional sect who defeated you in the Beast Control City?"
Ling Moran was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.
The old man in dark green robe angrily yelled, "Useless thing, how could I have a useless grandson like you!"
The atmosphere in the private room was strange and cold.
Ning Xiaoyu looked at Ling Moran, and asked in shock and anger: "Senior Brother Ling, why didn't you tell me before that that woman was the one who defeated you with unfair behavior! If that was the case, I would have known if I had
I will destroy her that day!"
Ling Moran remained silent.
The old man in dark green robes stared at him fiercely, then raised the crutch in his hand and hit him hard with a 'bang' sound.
Ling Moran frowned, gritted his teeth and still groaned.
Seeing this, the old man beat him again.
He was so angry that he scolded, "Trash! Don't call me grandpa from now on. I don't have such a shameful useless grandson as you!"
Ling Moran's face turned pale, and the hands hidden under his sleeves clenched slightly. He took a sip and said, "Yes."
The other disciples of the Seven Kills Sect were not surprised at the strange situation, and even had some vague gloating about it.
The old man was so angry that he forgot about the bidding. When he took a closer look, he saw that the auction had already progressed to the second item.
The old man's face became increasingly gloomy, as if a heavy rain was about to come.
Ning Xiaoyu wanted to heal Ling Moran's wounds, but Ling Moran coldly avoided her and just heard him say: "No need."
Ning Xiaoyu looked aggrieved, "Senior Brother Ling, are you blaming Xiao Yu?"
Ling Moran didn't want to deal with her, but after hearing the old man's warning, he took a deep breath, then raised his hand and rubbed Ning Xiaoyu's hair, trying to be as gentle as possible: "It's not strange."
When Ning Xiaoyu heard this, she immediately reached out and hugged Ling Moran's arm with a small face happily, and said to herself, "Brother Ling, I will definitely avenge you. What does that woman want later?"
, I’ll grab them all!”
"Yeah." Ling Moran closed his eyes and responded numbly.
…
In private room 305.
She was quite surprised to shoot "The Art of Ten Thousand Poisons" with six million jade. After all, she felt that the old man on the fourth floor was not a person who gave up so easily.
No matter what, the auction price was lower than she expected.
The next auction items, although very rare, did not attract her.
Mo Jing fell asleep out of boredom.
However, Yan Chen loved "The Art of Ten Thousand Poisons" and wanted to know how to contract to become its master. He originally wanted to ask Yunzheng for advice.
But Yunzheng gestured with his eyes to the handsome man in white clothes sitting beside him, and said with a smile: "He should know it, just ask him."
After hearing this, Mu Yunshuo looked back and happened to meet Yunzheng's eyes. Yan Chen felt that for a moment, he was a redundant person.
Yan Chen suddenly smiled, he finally understood now.
No wonder...
Yunzheng asked a strange disciple to be his personal bodyguard, and it turned out that this 'Mu Yunshuo' was an acquaintance.
Yan Chen went to ask him for advice. Anyway, he can be regarded as 'practice makes perfect'. After all, if their Fengyun team had any confusion about their cultivation, they went to ask the Emperor for advice.
In other words, their Fengyun team can be regarded as half of the Emperor's disciples.
Except for Yunzheng, the other friends regard Emperor Zun as their senior and dare not go beyond him in any way.
Yan Chen went to Mu Yunshuo for advice.
Mo Jing fell down and fell asleep.
All the attention of Xie Mingchen and others was on the auction site.
Elder Liang and Baili Yuchen were eating and drinking, chattering non-stop.
Yunzheng was also paying attention to the auction items, but there was nothing she wanted.
Suddenly, Sanfeng became a little restless, and she sent a message to Yunzheng, "Master, I can feel the breath of the sycamore tree."
Sycamore tree?
A great tree that can make Phoenix practice faster and heal injuries!
When Yunzheng heard this, his eyes fell on the round table, and he saw Mr. Zhao lifting the red cloth covering the plate.
A small sapling was exposed, emitting a faint green light and a somewhat comfortable atmosphere.
Mr. Zhao smiled and explained: "This thing is a sycamore. Even though it is so small, it is ten thousand years old. Although it is a beneficial tree for the ancient mythical beast Phoenix, in fact it also has the function of healing us.
"
"You only need to use spiritual power to absorb its essence. You are not afraid that it will die after all its essence is absorbed. As long as you cultivate it carefully, it can recover."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was moved.
After they were injured, they had to take elixirs to heal their wounds, but elixirs were very expensive. Wouldn't it be much more convenient if they had a sycamore tree in hand.
"Master, I want it." Sanfeng's soft and longing voice sounded, with a hint of coquettishness.
When Yunzheng heard this, she raised her lips and replied warmly: "I will definitely give it to you."
After Mr. Zhao finished the introduction, he immediately announced: "The lowest auction price is two million spiritual jade!"
When everyone heard that this Ten Thousand Years Wutong is applicable to everyone, they immediately shouted enthusiastically: