"Foundation building monks, Jindan monks, and even Yuanying monks, are all the same as us, they are cultivated step by step from the Qi refining period, and after the foundation is built, the Dao weapons used in the Qi refining period will be eliminated, and the magic weapons used in the foundation building period will naturally be eliminated after the foundation is established, this auction is rare, and many of the magic weapons in it are the magic weapons used by the Jindan monks before the Dan, do you say this is a good thing!" Zheng Youcai said, pulling out the post from Changxing's hand, "Hmm", "Hmph" shook twice.

Changxing suddenly realized and nodded again.

Zheng Youcai pursed his lips in disgust, "Don't nod your head, I am dizzy when I click!" and said: "Last time, my eldest brother sold your red silk magic weapon to a female disciple in the inner gate, but he made a small profit, and this post will be given to you for free!"

Changxing didn't care how the two brothers made money, after all, it was clear that they were eating this mouthful, so they couldn't let people run errands in vain without making money.

"Then thank you Senior Brother Zheng!" Changxing thanked with a smile.

"Well, you really should thank me! This post has now been fried to fifty lower-grade spirit stones!"

"Fifty lower grade spirit stones, buy a post?" Chang Xing was speechless.

Zheng Youcai rolled his eyes and Changxing: "Tens of thousands of disciples of Zixia Sect, only three hundred posts have been sent out at this auction, and the real supply exceeds demand!"

Changxing's eyes rolled, he figured out the joints, and teased: "Then the senior brother gave it to me for nothing, wouldn't it be a big loss?"

Zheng Youcai was a little embarrassed, and coughed: "I can't hide anything from you!" Naturally, it's not so easy to sell, and the outer disciples are generally poor, and it's really rare for someone to buy this post with fifty spirit stones, so I'm also a favor!"

Seeing that he was frank, Changxing also laughed, hesitated, and then asked, "Then will there be a lot of Jindan monks at the auction?"

Zheng Youcai glanced at her angrily: "How is that possible! You are so idle as a Jindan real person, of course you are all disciples doing it for you! The auction will be divided into different venues, and even the auction halls for the foundation building disciples and the qi cultivation disciples are separated. ”

After saying that, Zheng Youcai got up to leave, raised one foot, fell again, turned to Changxing and smiled: "I said, Senior Sister Meng, don't you want to buy a transmission note?"

Changxing was stunned for a moment, but forgot about it, and hurriedly said: "Naturally, I want to buy it." ”

Zheng Youcai said with a smile: "Ordinary, high-grade, and directional...... Everything you need, what kind of sister does you need?"

"Ordinary!"

"That's it. Zheng Youcai took out a stack of transmission notes from the storage bag: "This is the lowest-grade spirit rune, cheap! Five low-grade spirit stones in a pile!"

Changxing looked at it and took out the spirit stone, Zheng Youcai happily accepted the spirit stone, and the smile caused the corners of Changxing's mouth to twitch, and said: "Senior brother smiled so happily, I don't know how big a deal do you think senior brother has made?"

"Although you can't earn two spirit stones in this order, you still make money! Flies and mosquitoes are all meat! Senior brother is naturally happy!"

Changxing smiled.

Seeing Zheng Youcai away, Changxing hurriedly returned to the room and took out the transmission note sent by Zhang Dashan.

The transmission note slowly burned in the air, and Changxing listened carefully, but his brow slowly furrowed.

It turned out that day in Zhaoyang Peak, Changxing had just left, and a female disciple came to Zhang Dashan to buy the spirit beast, and when she learned that it had been sold, she didn't give up, so Zhang Dashan ate a hard meal, Zhang Dashan was afraid that there were many people at that time, and the female disciple knew Changxing's identity, so he specially sent a letter to inform Changxing, so that Changxing could avoid it. Although Zhang Dashan didn't say it explicitly, Changxing could still feel that the female cultivator had a very good background.

Changxing frowned slightly, not because she was afraid of being found wrong, what she was worried about was that the female disciple was just simply domineering, or because she knew the secret of the spirit beast, Changxing glanced at the cloud-breaking beast that was sleeping in the corner of the house to heal. The date of sending the letter was three days ago, that is, as soon as she left Zhaoyang Peak that day, Zhang Dashan sent a transmission note, and now three days have passed, and no one has come to the door, if you know that it is a cloud-breaking beast, it is estimated that this information has not yet arrived, and you should be found here.

Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out the transmission note, and sent a letter of thanks to Zhang Dashan, Changxing turned around and sat on the couch, as long as it was not a secret leak, find fault with it, although he would not deliberately find fault with anyone, but he was never afraid of who would find fault, and he thought that Changlei did not touch the nail in her less back then!

Changxing took out the "Xuantian Imperial Spiritual Formula", in the final analysis, cultivation is the foundation, if someone finds fault, it can only mean that his strength is not good, and he deserves to be bullied! The auction is still nearly a month away, so it is better to take advantage of this time to close a small pass and have a good understanding of this "Xuantian Imperial Spiritual Formula".

Thousands of miles away, Xiangliu City, Jiang's Mansion.

As the No. 1 Xiuxian family in Xihuazhou, the Jiang family's influence is extremely wide, except for the industries belonging to the various sects, the Jiang family has never been involved, other small families, and even small sects are very much looking forward to being hooked with the Jiang family, after all, it is good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, and the Meng family sent their daughter to the Jiang family, and they also planned to take advantage of this to take the Jiang family's boat and get some shelter. Although almost every city has the Jiang family's other courtyard, but the Xiangliu City General's Mansion, but it is the ancestral home of the Jiang family, after tens of thousands of years of operation, expansion, the Jiang Mansion almost occupies half of the Xiangliu City, carved and embroidered sills, thousands of heavy buildings, in the night it is more magnificent.

In the depths of Jiang's mansion, in the Jingyun Palace, Jiang Chen sat lazily on the couch, holding a scroll in his hand, looking at it attentively.

On the floor in the middle of the main hall, the deacon Tong Daoren, the 'Ten Thousand Miles Journey Lingzhou Xing' of Zixia City, stood on the ground, his back tense as if he was facing a great enemy.

The two people in the hall sat and stood, one was lazy and the other nervous, all of them were silent, except for the occasional slight sound of turning the pages in the hall, and the needle drop could be heard.

After a long time, Jiang Chen put down the scroll in his hand, threw it on the small table on the side, rubbed his eyebrows, and then stared at the Tong Daoist on the ground, Tong Daoren only felt that an invisible pressure suddenly came, and the tension in his heart doubled, but after a while, he was already sweaty and heavy, and his breathing gradually became short.

Jiang Chen retracted his gaze, and the fingers of his right hand gently tapped the low table on the side, making a slight "knock, knock" sound, and said in a flat voice: "Let's talk about it." ”

Tong Daoren hurriedly said respectfully: "On that day, when the female cultivator left, her subordinates cast a spell on the red silk magic weapon given to her according to the instructions of the child...... As long as she practiced the magic weapon, her subordinates could see her movements at a glance, but who knows, there was no movement of the magic weapon for half a year, but yesterday, the spell was activated, and the subordinates hurriedly checked, who knew that it was a strange female cultivator......"

Tong Daoren peeked at Jiang Chen while speaking, seeing Jiang Chen's expressionless face, his heart gradually relaxed, who expected to "snort", Jiang Chen suddenly chuckled, this laughter in the quiet hall seemed particularly penetrating, Deacon Tong only felt as if he was choked by the throat, and his whole body stiffened.

Jiang Chen chuckled: "I thought it was a cat with teeth and claws, but I didn't expect it to be a little leopard that can only bite......"

Tong Daoren heard it clearly, but he was in a fog, and he didn't understand what Gongzi meant by this.

But I heard Jiang Chen's smiling voice come again: "There has been no surveillance for half a year, why don't you report me?"

"Subordinate, subordinate thinks ......" Tong Daoren couldn't go on, he only quietly reported Jiang Chen's actions to the third son, but the third prince didn't care, only asked him to pay attention to Jiang Qi's dynamics, and he didn't take the female cultivator to heart, Jiang Qi paid so much attention to the female cultivator, isn't there something special about the female cultivator? It seems that it is better to report it to the third prince as soon as possible.

"The son ordered, it was the third prince who ordered, right?" Jiang Chen's cold words instantly made Tong Dao people fall into an ice cave.

Tong Dao's heart trembled, and he almost knelt on the ground, "No, no! It's the subordinates who are clever and misunderstand the son's orders, the subordinates should die, the subordinates should die!"

Jiang Chen smiled faintly and said, "You deserve to die!"

Before Jiang Chen's words fell, Tong Daoren felt a powerful spiritual power attacking him, out of instinctive vigilance, the spiritual energy in his body operated on its own, and with a "bang", a pale yellow spiritual power shield was formed outside his body, and at the same time he saw Jiang Chen sitting on the couch, his right hand forward, grabbing towards himself.

Tong Daoren suddenly understood that Jiang Qi had already moved to kill! Looking at Jiang Chen's hand of the evil ghost stretched out like hell, Tong Dao's heart turned sharply, although Jiang Chen was handsome and dusty, but his heart was cruel and vicious, today I am afraid that it will be difficult to pass, I am almost as good as him, it is better to break the cauldron and fight hard, as long as I get out of this "Jingyun Palace", I will be able to earn a glimmer of life, thinking of this, I don't hesitate, I slapped the storage bag and threw a talisman to Jiang Chen, and at the same time sacrificed the magic weapon "Breaking the Sky Bell", "Breaking the Sky Bell" As soon as it appeared, it quickly expanded, like a meteor and quickly towards Jiang Chen's cover, taking advantage of this gap, Tong Daoren quickly sacrificed a "Thousand Miles Escape Talisman" in his hand, and was about to launch, but he only felt that the aura around his body was surging, and he couldn't move for half a minute.

Jiang Chen didn't seem to see the 'Heaven Breaking Bell', he suddenly chuckled, gentle and handsome, his lips opened lightly, and he spit out two words: "Looking for death!" Before the words fell, his body moved, his right hand became a claw, as fast as lightning, and he hit the Baihui acupoint above Deacon Tong's head, and the index finger of his left hand flicked continuously, and the flying needles condensed by spiritual energy quickly hit the surrounding talismans, "poof" "poof" "poof" "poof" The talisman made a slight blasting sound, and it burned instantly, emitting a ball of light.

The light was like hellish karmic fire, reflected in the panicked eyes of the Tong Daoist, and the horror was even more abnormal: No! This is definitely not the power that the foundation building of the Great Perfection should have!

He had no way of confirming, because that right hand had already pierced through his spiritual power shield and grabbed deeply into his skull when he sacrificed the "Thousand Miles Escape Talisman", and the "Heaven Breaking Bell" fell to the ground with a "poof" without the master's control, dripping and retracting back to the size of his palm.

Jiang Chen still smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, Tong Daoren's last perception in this world was that the spiritual power of his whole body was flowing out of his head uncontrollably, and before the word "no" in his mouth was shouted, he had become a dry corpse that seemed to have been lying on the ground for tens of millions of years.