At the same time, in the box of the Rufengmen on the third floor, Ye Wangxi stood tall and stood beside the carved railing with hollow tung flower patterns, and his eyebrows were frowning, and his lips were pursed into a thin line.

"Young Master Ye, Elder Xu asked us to buy that magic weapon. If you really want to pay the price of the Butterfly Bone Beauty Cushion, I'm afraid there will be no remaining money at that time..."

"It's okay, I'll do it myself."

Seeing Ye Wangxi insisting on doing this, he looked at each other secretly and stopped talking.

The second owner of Xuanyuan Pavilion said frankly: "The butterfly bone beauty seat is worth ten million yuan, and all the immortals can bid at a higher price."

"One thousand million."

"One thousand two million."

The noise on the first floor was higher than the other, and the price soared rapidly.

"Nine million!"

"I'll pay 25 million!"

The six million people raised in an instant made many monks sigh and shook their heads and sat down. At this time, several silver signs from the elegant seats on the second floor fell to the Lord of Xuanyuan Pavilion. She quickly picked them up one by one, clamped between her fingers in sequence, as if she spread a folding fan, and opened the silver signs with the price written on it.

"The highest at present." After reading the second pavilion master read it, he said clearly, "The first place in Xuanzi, bid for 35 million."

"Three thousand five million?!"

Everyone took a deep breath and turned around to look at the Xuan-sized elegant seat on the second floor, but they saw the lights there were hazy and silver gauze was flying, but they couldn't see who was sitting inside.

"Thirty-five million is enough to buy a palace on the fairy island."

"Who offered the price, this is too outrageous..."

"I am so rich, I must be from the top ten sects. I wonder which one it is?"

Chu Wanning closed his eyes and heard the offer, he asked Mo Ran, "Have you brought enough money on you?"

"I didn't bring enough!" Unexpectedly, I would suddenly see Song Qiutong here. Mo Ran was extremely shocked. He heard Chu Wanning call him and suddenly came back to his senses and said alertly, "What are Masters doing?"

"Buy her."

Mo Ran widened his eyes and waved his hands repeatedly: "You can't buy it, you can't buy it. This woman is just a burden. Where will we place her when she buys her? In the future, you have to rent an extra horse and book an extra room when you sleep. Don't, don't buy it."

"Who said he wanted to rush with her? Just let her go after buying it." Chu Wanning opened her eyes, stretched out her hand indifferently, "Get the money."

Mo Ran tightened his wallet: "No, no!"

"I'll pay you back when I go back."

"This is the money to buy Shenwu!"

"Aren't you a ghost? What do you want Shenwu to do? Get the money!"

“…………”

Mo Ran was almost a big head. When Song Qiutong first saw her in his previous life, she had already worshipped under the Rufeng Sect. At that time, Mo Ran slaughtered the city. Seeing that she looked a bit like Shi Mei, she spared her life as soon as she moved her heart. Later, seeing that she was well-behaved and kind and had a very similar temperament to Shi Mei, she finally named her queen.

However, this was one of Mo Ran's most regretful decisions.

At present, Chu Wanning, a cold-hearted guy, actually wanted to buy her. How could Mo Ran agree to this? Not to mention 40 million, Mo Ran doesn't want this woman, even four copper plates.

No! He doesn't care if he pays him for 40 million!

The two were in a stalemate, and suddenly saw a sign falling from the third floor, but it was golden.

Top sign!

The most expensive signature of Xuanyuan Pavilion is this kind of gold signature, which does not require writing. One is equivalent to 50 million gold. Once this price is reported, it is almost impossible for anyone to compete with it anymore, so it is also called a "capped signature".

Everyone was stunned and in an uproar.

"Religious style sect!"

"Ru Fengmen has issued a cap sign!"

Chu Wanning no longer paid attention to Mo Ran who was holding his purse tightly, but turned to look outside. From his perspective, he could see the first compartment on the third floor. Ye Wangxi was a lazy person who was lazy to hide. He had long tied up the Xueyueya, which Xuanyuan Pavilion used to ensure the privacy of the guests, stood with his hands behind his back, and stood by the carved railing.

He looked solemn, and there was no unnecessary expression on his handsome face. He looked at the noisy scene below and seemed to be speechless. He turned around and walked into the depths of the box.

Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief and said to Chu Wanning: "Master, you can rest assured. This Young Master Ye lives with me in Peach Blossom Land. I have some understanding of him. He is kind and he bought the Butterfly Bone Beauty Sheet. He can't do anything conscience."

In the private room on Rufengmen on the third floor, Ye Wangxi sat down at the table covered with gold flowers, silver leaves and embroidered satin, and poured a cup of fragrant tea. When the tea was finished, the sound of knocking on the door came from outside.

Ye Qianxi's voice was gentle and upright: "Please come in."

"Ye Xianjun, the Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat has been brought to you, please check it out."

"I'm sorry, let's go down."

The maid of Xuanyuan Pavilion retreated, and the room was quiet for a moment. The butterfly bone beauty was tied up by the forbidden spell. She knelt on the ground with panic and trembling eyes. Her peach blossom eyes were crying miserably, and her tail tips were dyed with a faint redness, which made people feel moved.

But Ye Wangxi glanced at her, and there was no distraction in her clear eyes. She raised her hand and lifted the restriction in the air.

"The ground is cold, and the girl is frightened. Sit down and have a cup of hot tea."

"..." The butterfly-bone beauty trembled, with her twin eyes as crystal as glass, still curled up, not daring to speak, and not even dared to move.

Ye Wangxi sighed and asked the servants on both sides to take a cloak and hand it over to her.

"Miss, don't worry. Ye redeems the girl not for cultivation. You can put on this dress first, and let's talk about it if you have anything to do."

"You...you..."

Seeing that she was still motionless, Ye Wangxi looked very pitiful when he raised her head and looked very pitiful, so he smiled bitterly and shook his head, squatted down on one knee, level with her.

"My name is Ye Wangxi, how dare you ask the girl's name?"

"I... my surname is Song." She looked at Ye Wangxi hesitantly, with hazy pupils and very aggrieved, "Little girl Song Qiutong, thank Mr. Ye..."

Downstairs, Mo Ran was thinking to himself.

When she met Song Qiutong in her previous life, she was already a disciple of the Rufeng Sect. I think she was saved by Ye Wangxi during this bidding for Xuanyuan Pavilion.

The Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat will not be treated as a normal person, but once you become a disciple of a major immortal sect and become a disciple of the sect, that would be a different matter.

Mo Ran sighed in his heart. He didn't know much about Ye Wangxi, but he only knew that this person was very honest and was the most powerful person in the world except Chu Wanning. When Mo Ran slaughtered the Seventy-Two City of Ruyi, he had a fight with Ye Wangxi. His powerful swordsmanship and mighty figure were really unforgettable.

There were seventy-two cities in the vast city, and Mo Ran took advantage of the rest of the fairy city. The lords of Rufeng, who had long names and were famous, were just a mustard in his eyes.

Only Ye Wangxi, only Ye Wangxi, the seven cities he guarded were unable to capture for a long time. Even if the city was broken in the end, the man knelt in blood in the rugged corpse, his eyes were clear and his heart remained unchanged.

At that time, the head of Nangong of the Rufeng Sect had fled, and many people were kowtowing and begging for mercy, begging Mo Ran to set them aside.

But Ye Wangxi frowned and closed his eyes, with a cold expression.

Mo Ran still remembered that before he killed him, he asked him intentionally: "Can you surrender?"

"No drop."

Mo Ran smiled and sat on the gilded dragon and phoenix chair of the Lord of the Rufeng Sect, his eyelashes trembled, his eyes swept across the black crowd, and he ignored the ordinary disciples. He not only crawled into the dust, but also trembling.

There were jackdaws lingering in the lead-gray sky, and blood-red flags were flying. Mo Ran raised his hand and said, "Let's kill them all."

Before Ye Wangxi died, he said: "No one of the magnificent Confucian style cities is a man."

Blood light bullies the sky.

Mo Ran was holding the newly-established beauty Song Qiutong in his arms. The peerless beauty looked like golden paper. Looking at the Shura Hell in front of her, her soft and tender body kept chilling.

"Be good, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. From now on, you will follow me." Mo Ran stroked her hair and smiled, "Come on, tell me again, what's your name? What did you do in this Rufeng Sect? I just heard it once, but I didn't remember it."

"Little girl...Song Qiutong." She said in panic, "It was...It was Ye Wangxi's servant maid..."

Ye Wangxi's maid. She answered Mo Ran at that time.

But Mo Ran didn't know why Song Qiutong, as a butterfly-bone beauty, joined the Confucian Sect by chance, and how Ye Wangxi took her as a maid. Until today, after being reborn, Mo Ran suddenly realized that it was Ye Wangxi who had dispersed her daughter and rescued her from the tiger's eyes and wolf's eyes.

But some people know that Ye Wangxi was eventually defeated by Mo Ran's knife, and there was a large part of the reason that it was because Song Qiutong reported the news.

Thinking of this section, Mo Ran couldn't help but frown, and he became even more disgusted with Song Qiutong - he was probably obsessed with the ghost back then, so he felt that this woman was actually similar to the teacher.

"The last trading item in this bidding meeting is a masterless Shenwu." The second pavilion master said in a leisurely manner, interrupting Mo Ran's thoughts, "This Shenwu is not owned by Gu Yueye, and it is also consigned on behalf of him."

The final treasure of each bidding meeting will reveal some news before the conference begins. Therefore, compared to the fierce reaction from the "Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat", the monks below were eager to try, but they calmed down a lot.

The white jade lotus opened again, and a silver satin box with sun, moon, mountains and river patterns slowly floated up on the stone platform.

The brocade box is long and narrow, with very fine embroidery on it. People who know how to know can see at a glance that the golden thread totem on it is from the most famous embroidery workshop in Gusu. Putting aside the Shenwu inside, this box alone is worth hundreds of gold.

"This Shenwu was discovered in the mass grave of Junshan. His previous master has died. After verification by my Xuanyuan Pavilion, Shenwu did not recognize the new master." The second pavilion master paused and continued, "As we all know, Shenwu's weapons have inscribed inscriptions. However, because this weapon master has been gone for many years, the text on the weapon has been worn out. The only thing that can be identified is a return word."

Someone was muttering: "If you say so much, don't open the box first."

"Oh, forget it, just get used to it. Isn't Xuanyuan Pavilion's usual style just like this? Let's talk a few nonsense first and then show everyone the goods."

“That’s right.”

Mo Ran felt funny when he heard it, and turned to say a few words to Chu Wanning, but turned around and saw Chu Wanning's eyebrows frowning, his slender fingers like cold jade were supporting his forehead, and his face was as pale as frost and mist. He was startled and asked, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Suddenly... I feel uncomfortable."

"How could it be uncomfortable? Did you catch a cold again?" Mo Ran leaned over and touched his forehead, "It's not hot either."

"..." Chu Wanning shook his head but did not speak, with a depressed expression.

Mo Ran didn't know what to do, so he had to say, "I'll pour you a cup of tea." As he said that, he filled a cup of hot tea, thought for a while, and poured a little Tachia scented dew into it.
To be continued...