Jiang Qinfeng reached out and wanted to stroke Bao'er's furry head, but the little guy immediately hugged his little head with his paws, his eyes evasive, trying to reduce his sense of existence with such a cowardly posture.

"Then I can only poke my butt." His expression remained normal.

Bao'er quickly covered her butt exposed to Jiang Qinfeng's claws.

Woo woo woo woo.

This guy is in the same group as the purple-haired man who just dragged me. He is a bad guy! He is a nuisance! He even touches his butt!

Jiang Qinfeng picked up an orange segment and waved it in front of its eyes.

"Want to eat? I'll feed you."

The little sable was startled.

The monks in the audience did not expect that Xie Lingtan could beat the young master like this with just one move. He had gained so much limelight just now, but now his face is so ugly.

The excited ones even slapped their thighs, stood up from their seats and cheered, shouting that they played well.

"This is Xie Lingtan and Xie Xiaojian Shen from our Shangqing Tianwu Sect, aren't they awesome?" the Shangqing monk said proudly.

The Kaihuang Lingbao monks were all convinced: "The younger generation is to be feared, and the younger generation is to be feared. From my perspective, he is no worse than Young Master Xuehun."

A voluptuous snake demon exhaled like a lotus, his eyes wandered around Xie Lingtan's fighting figure, and he covered his lips and smiled:

"Ape's arms and wasp's waist are very powerful and more masculine. Making love with them is a rare pleasure."

In the past, Xie Lingtan's reputation was spread only in the Shangqing Dynasty. Today, all the monks in the three realms will know that there is such a young and outstanding swordsman.

Yuan Zeshan was already no match for Xie Lingtan, who had transformed into a dragon. Without the help of Bao'er's hidden aura, it became even more difficult. Even if he released the black mist and hid in it, he would be noticed by a sharp opponent in just a moment.

"Xie Lingtan, what are you doing to make your cultivation level rise so fast?" he asked loudly.

Xie Xiaojian Shen ignored him and broke through the thick black fog with one sword. He flashed in front of Yuan Zeshan. His lips pursed slightly and his expression was cold. The broken golden sword struck him in the face with an irresistible force.

Seeing that the scene in Linjiang City five years ago was about to repeat itself, the young master in red almost cursed and was forced to spin around, stepping on the golden line between the star-gaining platform and the box with one foot.

"Ding-a-ling-ring, jingle-a-ling-a-ling..."

All the monks raised their heads and looked upward.

Thousands of bells made a crisp sound together for a long time, and the sound waves spread like ripples in the huge star-catching tower.

"Immortal monks, is this how you treat guests? I came here today to do business with you. We have a priceless magic weapon in our hands. It seems we can't sell it." Yuan Zeshan said coldly.

He didn't come all this way just to fight with Xie Lingtan.

"this……"

As soon as these words came out, many of the monks present showed embarrassment. It is true that they hate demonic cultivators, but it is also true that they love magic treasures. Immortals and demons are not connected, so what they brought this time is indeed an extremely precious and rare magic weapon.

Sure enough, someone advised Xie Lingtan: "Xie Sword God, please be merciful and merciful, the auction will continue. If you act like this, it will be difficult for the Zhaixing Tower."

"Yes, yes, if anything happens, we can discuss it later."

Xie Lingtan did not move: "You admit defeat and apologize to Xiaofeng."

"Okay, I admit defeat." Young Master ** was surprisingly straightforward.

"It's just that thanks to the little sword god, you have extraordinary skills and extraordinary courage. It stands to reason that a person like you should have a reputation that has spread far and wide. Why are you not recognized as the strongest rookie in the world of cultivation now?"

Yuan Zeshan pretended to be surprised and trembled on the golden thread.

Xie Lingtan: "Because I am not a sword god, I am just a sword in Xiaofeng's hand."

"It's clear that you have deep feelings. You are the sword and he is the scabbard?"

Seeing that the provocation failed, the young master sneered and wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute, you haven't apologized yet."

Yuan Zeshan stopped and said helplessly to Jiang Qinfeng: "I spoke a little too presumptuously just now. I apologize to the young master. I will leave the treasure at your place and let you do whatever you want. I will come back after the auction to find it."

Little Sable looked up:!!!!

The owner made a mistake and wanted to pay for it with his flesh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, he is the most miserable mink.

Jiang Qinfeng winked at Xie Lingtan: "This is a good suggestion."

"good."

After the storm, the auction continued as usual. The Ningcai Mo, the Life-Calling Stone and the Golden Lotus Relic were auctioned for 430,000 spiritual stones, 100,000 spiritual stones and 230,000 spiritual stones respectively.

Yuan Zeshan took a tour and was very satisfied: "If you haven't bought it yet, don't worry, there is still a fourth treasure here."

He is not a person who is blinded by sex, although the SSR love card of the wedding night has always been in his heart, the real purpose of taking risks is elsewhere.

The first task is to deliberately cause trouble and provocation. It is best to attract a few powerful people to come on stage and force the immortal monks to break their own rules.

It's a pity that Xie Lingtan disturbed it.

The second task was to auction the magical treasures of magic cultivation and ask Mo Wanwan in the box to record the monks who actively participated and list them as targets for wooing in the future.

This is well done.

The third task is also the most important task.

Jun Zhixi pulled a monster with an elk body and curved horns with great force. Even at the Nascent Soul stage, it was very difficult for him to pull it.

The monster's whole body was black and covered with malignant sores. It was constantly leaking fishy yellow pus. It was smelly and had an ominous aura lingering all over its body. Its back was covered with spikes and was stained with blood, and seven Xuanxing iron chains were buried in it.

, locking most of its power, no matter how fierce and violent it is, it cannot escape.

Most of the immortal monks immediately covered their mouths and noses, showing expressions of disgust.

"What kind of stinky thing is this? Who would buy this thing?"

"I'm afraid the demon cultivator is out of his mind!"

It moaned hoarsely, as if in pain or angry, its eyes were a chaotic red color, as if there was a fire burning, it stared at everyone present with hatred, even if it looked at each other, the hair would immediately stand on end, like ice water.

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Some kind-hearted monks couldn't bear to say: "It looks extremely painful, why bother?"

"Huh? This monster looks very familiar. The garrison monks caught it in the abyss but were unable to identify its species. So Zhaixinglou named it Chaos and later auctioned it off at the Huangzi Field." Yan Yiyun thought about it carefully.

"Who bought it?" Xu Xiaofeng asked curiously.

"I didn't show up, but my voice was particularly pleasant and moving. I still remember him. He must be a handsome young man."

Xie Lingtan's face darkened, she stood up and left her seat, hiding her breath, and quietly went to the box.

Magic players, what are your intentions?

Mo Wanwan may be a good breakthrough point.

"Xiao Feng?"

Jiang Youlin noticed that Jiang Qinfeng was silent and had a strange look on his face, so he looked at him worriedly.

Jiang Qinfeng looked at the monster steadily.

Although he didn't know what kind of spiritual object this was, a strange sense of familiarity seemed to surge from the depths of his soul, and his body was trembling non-stop.

His heart was beating very fast, as if urging him to save it quickly.

Sensing Jiang Qinfeng's gaze, Chaos also looked at this strange monk.

The strange thing is that the monster's ferocious expression towards him disappeared in an instant, its round eyes were suddenly wet, and it shed tears. It even knelt down to Jiang Qinfeng and screamed, getting more and more sad the more it screamed.

Jiang Qinfeng sighed, he had no money anymore.

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Youlin knew this was an opportunity and couldn't help but hold his hand: "I have spiritual stones. If you like them, I will buy them."

If it were an ordinary treasure, Jiang Qinfeng would never owe anyone any money, but if the matter was urgent and strange, he couldn't care less about it.

"Thank you very much. I will definitely return it to my brother when I return to Shangqing."

"Since you call me brother, why should I care about it? I'll give it to you."

Jiang Youlin lowered his long and densely curled eyelashes. The hands he and his brother held together were really pleasing to the eye. The more he looked at them, the happier he became, and the corners of his lips curved.

"I have to pay it back, of course I have to pay it back. Ayou is now the deputy city lord, and he still inherits the position of the Marquis. There are countless ways to use money. I have all the hands and feet, how can I take advantage?"

Jiang Youlin tilted his head, his brother's serious face reflected in his eyes.

His eyes are clear, as before, and he looks so cute. Let alone a mere spiritual stone, even if he is asked to sacrifice his life, he is willing to do so.

"Then after this matter is over, how about inviting me to the Mozhuxiang Pavilion for a drink?"

"But -" Jiang Qinfeng wanted to pull back his hand.

Jiang Youlin noticed his retreat and increased the force on his hands, which was strong and could not be refused.

"How long has it been since we two brothers got together alone? Xiaofeng, don't let me down."

Jiang Qinfeng only felt that the palm of his hand was hot and frighteningly hot, so he had no choice but to agree: "Then I will follow Ayou."

You can still talk about repaying the money in private.

Yuan Zeshan ignored the excitement in the audience and continued to quote: "The starting bid for this beast is 100,000 spirit stones, and the price will be increased by 10,000 spirit stones at a time."

This price was enough to calm down most of the compassionate monks. The immortals looked at the Chaos Beast on the stage and showed disapproval.
To be continued...