The Imperial Beast Sect, as its name suggests, is proficient in the way of controlling beasts, and at the same time is good at using demon beast materials to refine alchemy.

Therefore, the middle-aged deacon of Wanbaolou was right. The second guest, Jindan Zhenjun from the Imperial Beast Sect, had a collection of demon beast materials on his body, and there were quite a few of them.

After half an hour of bargaining. The two sides reached a deal, and everyone rejoiced.

It's very strange, just like the previous one, this Imperial Beast Sect Jindan True Monarch, when he was about to go out, he also glanced at Wang Hao deeply.

"The second one!"

Wang Hao meditated. casually gave the commission payable to the middle-aged deacon of Wanbaolou. At the same time, remind the other party that there are many high rollers in the upstairs wing, and business may be able to continue.

The middle-aged deacon had a trance, hurriedly went out, and began to act as a middleman, entering one room after another to ask.

Not to mention, it works. Those who could enter the wings upstairs were not ordinary monks. There are not a few cultivation resources that you carry with you, and some of them have a collection of monster materials.

Another half hour passed.

The last transaction is completed. The other party is still a Jindan Zhenjun, who looks short in stature, but he is more powerful than the first two.

"Junior, it's very refreshing to make a deal with you!"

The man's voice was like that of a crow, and he laughed a few times before leaving.

"The third ...... Another guy who doesn't know whether to live or die!"

Wang Hao, hehe. In the eyes of these guys, he has become an out-and-out fat sheep to be slaughtered. As everyone knows, I think the same way.

Upstairs the deal is over. The auction below also ended successfully. Wang Hao casually threw it to the two maids, nearly 100 lower-grade spirit stones, and then beckoned the little brother Ding Qianqiu to leave in a thousand thanks.

When it comes out. One after another, there are envy, jealousy, and curiosity...... At best, it's malicious.

"Look at what, look!"

"I've never seen a beautiful man as plump as this son!"

Wang Hao shamelessly continued to recruit Jin Shijie. The owner of those eyes was obviously disgusted, and couldn't laugh or cry.

........................

The business has been done. There is no point in continuing to stay in the Ten Thousand Sects Spiritual Workshop. After returning to his residence, Wang Hao informed the little brother Ding Qianqiu to recuperate and return tomorrow.

Early the next morning.

Before leaving, Wang Hao inexplicably took out three bamboo sticks, smiled at the little brother and said, "Qianqiu, you can choose any one!"

Ding Qianqiu was a little confused. I don't know why.

"This is a divination technique, which can measure the auspicious fortune of the two of us returning to the city. Wang Hao explained slightly.

Ding Qianqiu was still a little confused. But under the constant urging of the eldest brother of the world, he still chose a bamboo stick at random.

Wang Hao took it, glanced at the longest bamboo stick, and nodded thoughtfully: "Well, the first one...... It's you!" Then, I saw him clasp his hands in front of his chest, forming a strange magic seal.

"Hundred falls, what are you doing......"

Ding Qianqiu felt that Wang Hao's behavior this morning was too strange, and he was about to ask, but he was interrupted.

"Qianqiu, the return journey is too hard, you ...... Let's get some sleep!"

Wang Hao looked at the little brother with a smile. A pair of eyes changed instantly, and the pupils were like a black hole whirlpool, glowing with an indescribable demonic luster.

Call!

Ding Qianqiu was stunned, his whole mind was attracted by those demonic eyes, his expression was sluggish and trance, and his body leaned back and fell to the ground.

After a few breaths, there was a snoring.

Withdraw the French seal. Wang Hao's eyes returned to normal, looked at the little brother who was lying on the ground and was sleeping, and said to himself: "You are asleep, I can do things!"

The little fox Red Silk advanced to the Golden Pill, and at the same time awakened a talent supernatural power, called the Mysterious Vision. As the name suggests, this supernatural power has the effect of confusing the mind and creating illusions. Wang Hao only showed a little power, fascinating the little brother's mind and making him fall into a deep sleep. If you do it with all your might, you can control the little brother's entire mind without any effort, so that he will be trapped in a boundless illusion, and endure unimaginable pain and torture until he dies.

waved his hand to collect Ding Qianqiu into the realm of mountains and seas. Subsequently, Wang Hao formed the magic seal again, and two spiritual lights flashed on the surface of his body in a row.

"A gentleman has the beauty of an adult!"

"You want to die...... I had no choice but to do it!"

The corners of Wang Hao's mouth showed a faint contemptuous smile. Then he left the residence directly, walked along the spacious street, and walked quickly towards the gate of the Wanzong Lingfang.

Almost at the same time. In the three directions of the east of the city, the south of the city, and the west of the city, there were three hidden secret rooms, and human voices exclaimed.

"The sigil is gone!"

"By the side of this junior, is there a Jindan Protector?"

The tone of the first two was stunned, full of disbelief, and disappointment. But the last one laughed excitedly.

"Haha, this damn Jin Luo Hall junior is out of the city!"

"Leave the Ten Thousand Sects Spiritual Workshop, in the eyes of the deity, you are an insignificant ant, you can be destroyed with a flip!"

In the south of the city, an old man in a black robe appeared out of thin air in a certain alleyway. It was the one who traded the innate spirit sand with Wang Hao at the auction in Wanbaolou last night. His face was shrouded in a faint black aura, and he couldn't see clearly. The body is fast, and one step is dozens of zhang away, and he quickly walked out of the Ten Thousand Sects Spirit Workshop, and drove the spiritual light far away.

The spirit boat pierced through the clouds and fog and drove high in the sky.

Wang Hao is based on the body of the boat, still dressed as a 'fat devil', and has not recovered his true body. It had been half an hour since he left the Wanzong Lingfang, and at the speed of the spirit boat, it had already sailed hundreds of miles away.

Looking through the clouds and mist, there are endless peaks and mountains ahead. At a certain moment, Wang Hao controlled the spirit boat to swoop down and landed directly on the top of a barren mountain.

Putting away the spirit boat, he put his hands behind his back, looked up at the southwest direction, and said unhurriedly: "Senior, since you are here, please show up!"

"You junior, you're a little weird!"

Grim words rang out. Just above Wang Hao's head, a black shadow shot out from the depths of the clouds, and he couldn't see his true body clearly, like a black demon wind, locking on Wang Hao and attacking directly.

"I can't run away!"

"May I not rush into action, may I say a few words...... Or, let me guess where the identity of the predecessor came from?"

Wang Hao still had a calm face. There was no fear. I don't know if I was surprised by his too calm performance, or out of curiosity. The black shadow like a black demon wind paused, and at a height of more than ten zhang away, the figure of an old man in a black robe appeared.

"You junior...... It's weird!" the man said the same thing again. The eyes hidden inside the black mist unconsciously revealed a faint suspicion.

"Let me guess the identity of the senior first!"

Wang Hao grinned. Said slowly: "Although the senior conceals his true face, he can't escape my eyes, if I guess correctly, the senior should be a well-known scattered cultivation organization near Donglu Mountain, the Black Wind Sect that Black Wind Ancestor!"

"You, how do you know the identity of the deity?" the black-robed old man was stunned. At the same time, he looked at Wang Hao's eyes, full of vigilance.

"Just a Jindan mid-term...... No, you should have been seriously injured before, and then the realm fell, and now you only have the early stage cultivation of Jindan, but you dare to call yourself an ancestor, your face is thick enough!"

Wang Hao's face was full of ridicule. As he spoke, he returned to his normal appearance. The black-robed old man only glanced at him, immediately recognized him, and exclaimed, "It's you!"

"That's me!" Wang Hao smiled and nodded.

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