"Sir, everything has been arranged. As long as spiritual power is injected three times, this painting will explode. Either death or serious injury." The attendant said lowly.

Qing Yuanju was quite satisfied and nodded repeatedly: "It's done. I will hide the matter of you burning the mountain for you."

He was handsome, with a small light brown mole on the tip of his delicate nose. He originally had a gentle and elegant appearance, but now he was sneaking around with his attendants and looked gloomy.

He knew in his heart that it was Xie Lingtan who punished him last time, and Yuan Zeshan no longer regarded him as a magic player.

Thinking about how much Qing Yuanju has contributed to the country's economic development and how much financial resources he has contributed to demon research, he was abandoned by Mo Wanwan so easily and was almost sentenced to a serious crime of digging for spiritual roots——

When the bone-devouring spirit-devouring knife was stretched out in front of his eyes, he let himself go.

Doesn't Xie Lingtan like Jiang Qinfeng? Doesn't Mo Wanwan love to collect beautiful men? Doesn't Jiang Qinfeng have an excellent reputation?

The pain and fear that Qing Yuanju has experienced must be returned!

Nothing can stop him, nothing.

The young man in white happily returned to the box, closed the door, and turned around to see his mother slamming the table and standing up.

"Add more, add it to 400,000 spirit stones! I don't believe it anymore. Who can compete with me, Qing Fangrui!"

Qing Yuanju blurted out: "F*ck!"

Fate played a ridiculous joke on him.

This is really a trap, and it has tricked my own mother.

He walked up quickly, his face flushed with anxiety.

"No, mother, Jiang Qinfeng just contradicted you in person, and you forgot how miserable your son and I were when he was rescued? Why did you take pictures too! You can't take pictures!"

Mrs. Qing sighed in her heart when she saw his anxious look.

Since her son was corporally punished by her when he was five years old and had constant high fevers, she pretended to be strict with others, but was very pampering at home, so she developed this kind of character in her son.

"I saw that at such a young age, he had such cultivation, and his eyes were clear. He was not a person with evil intentions as you said. I heard that this painting was related to him, so taking the picture was a sign of friendship."

Qing Yuanju's expression was complicated: "Seriously?"

Of course it's fake.

After witnessing the last match of Qilin’s master selection, Madam Qing became more and more certain——

This Young Master Xuehun is the child that the couple have been looking for.

It's just that the person disappeared at the junction of Kaihuang and Jiangxi. How could he go to Shangqing?

Mrs. Qing narrowed her eyes, spoke seriously and continued to give instructions to her son.

"All the festivities he had with you are now written off and no longer allowed to be discussed. Yuanju, you have to treat him as an elder. I will buy the painting later and take you to visit him to apologize."

"What? Being an elder? And you have to come to apologize? Mother, are you crazy?"

Qing Yuanju drawled his voice incredulously.

Hearing the word "crazy", Mrs. Qing's black panther licked her sharp claws and gave Qing Yuanju a cold look. He immediately softened.

"Mom, please don't take pictures. Actually... I asked someone to draw this thing."

He also confessed.

"Nonsense! What are you doing all this for? You bastard."

After receiving a harsh reprimand, Qing Yuanju said angrily: "He offended me, so he naturally wants revenge."

"Have you ever thought about the power and reputation behind him? If you act rashly, you, you, will be discovered, and I won't be able to protect you!"

After all, Mrs. Qing still felt sorry for her son. She was pacing back and forth with her hands behind her back, obviously thinking about how to wipe her son's butt.

"I won't be discovered. My relationship with this Star-Zhailing Tower is extraordinary. Grasshoppers on a Boat. Although this painting is mine, the signature and fingerprints are all Jiang Qinfeng's. No matter how they check, the final result is also his."

It’s just a problem.” He said proudly.

Mrs. Qing asked: "How did you get his fingerprints?"

"Shu Tianzi Pavilion lottery box."

Qing Yuanju is very capable and well-connected in business operations. Only players know the secrets of a mortal painting. No matter how high it is, he can't get many spiritual stones. He has a lot of money, so he doesn't care. It can be regarded as compensation for Jiang Qinfeng's coffin.

Once the painting explodes, whether Xie Lingtan is seriously injured or Mo Wanwan is seriously injured, it can cause the other party to be devastated and avenge him.

It's a pity that he doesn't believe this.

In other words, she was even more panicked.

"Come, come, come, add more, add up to 600,000 spiritual stones, I must buy this painting today!"

This is not just about selling paintings, but also filling a hole for a son who doesn’t know how high the sky is.

"Don't! Don't! All this money will be transferred to Jiang Qinfeng later!"

My mother's heart has been determined and cannot be changed.

Now the helpless and pitiful pony just hopes that a hero will emerge and take this picture before his mother succeeds.

But is there such a person who is so rich that he can be taken advantage of?

Xie Lingtan and Yuan Zeshan combined are not as rich as he himself.

The attendant of Zhaixinglou took out Qing Yuanju's membership card and said with a smile: "Master, your card has been wiped out by Madam. Do you want to change it?"

Qing Yuanju burst into tears.

"My money woo woo woo..."

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

"Six hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones."

As the golden bell in the box rang again, the new bids pushed the atmosphere of the auction to a climax again. The monks looked up at the shaking golden bell in astonishment. Where is the sound of the bell? This is the spiritual stone.

The sound of collision! Every time there is a collision, countless spiritual stones are spent.

Co-authored, the previous ones were all small shows, but here is the real fight between gods.

The star-gathering officials were also in a panic. Such a grand scene of scrambling for the auction was simply unprecedented and horrifying.

"This, this is an ordinary painting! What are they thinking!"

"Don't even look at it, who is painted on it?" Some people disagreed.

"I'm not kidding, I thought this was an auction for the Qiankun Picture. No, the Qiankun Picture can't fetch this price."

Qing Lingyue counted his net worth and regretted that he could not keep up with everyone else.

She looked at the box with regret: "Did Master Master buy it in the end?"

Chai Jingyan is really to blame for most of this matter.

His ice crystal snowflakes are excellent treasures. Since he gave one to everyone present for free, each one also clearly stated his disciple Jiang Qinfeng's favor. Even those who have no eyesight can know that——

To please the Master, first please his little apprentice!

If you don’t support me and I won’t support you, when will Xiaofeng come forward?

If you don’t take pictures and I don’t take pictures, wouldn’t Master’s face be turned upside down?

Regardless of whether you are a relative of the emperor, a powerful cultivator, a rebellious cultivator, or a monster with a loose nature, did you take the life-saving ice crystal snowflake? Did you take it? I am embarrassed not to hold up a scene for my master's love.

?Master Xuehun is so cute, a portrait should be so valuable!

She was the princess of the Flower Kingdom who hung up after taking a picture of the beauty cream. She was half asleep when she suddenly heard a mysterious and silent voice beside her: "Seven hundred thousand!"

This wasn't over yet, she turned her head, and a cat demon twitched his round ears excitedly:

"Meow - seven hundred and one thousand!"

"Hey?! I, I..." The little girl was frightened by the whole bidding process.

What number were they shouting?

The little princess rubbed her eyes and raised her hands timidly: "Seven, seven hundred and twenty thousand?"

The palace maid quickly pressed her hand down.

"Your Highness, you can't afford it even if you sell the crown on your head!"

"Ooooooooo, I'm sorry, I thought I was counting!"

Princess Huaguo's words stopped abruptly because someone behind her shouted: "Give it a go, 730,000!"

"seventy four!"

"seventy-five!"

"Um...Actually, it's just counting, right?" she asked cautiously.

The palace maid held her forehead and looked back at the mighty clouds behind her. The Nascent Soul was walking all over the ground, and the golden elixir was not as good as a dog. The crowd was crowded and the energy was high. A ridiculous idea came to her mind -

They have your vote and my vote to jointly create the biggest miracle in the history of the world of cultivation auctions?

"Oh, if I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have gathered the sisters to raise the price just now..." Xu Xiaolong walked from the crowd of female cultivators from the Shangqing Dynasty, "What's the price now?"

"Not high, eight hundred thousand spirit stones." Jiang Youlin was happy to see this scene.
To be continued...