Wu Chen, who left the crystal curtain room, had a little luck in his heart.

Just now, I suddenly remembered that I didn't finish paying Xuanjing and left the crystal curtain room, and until now, no one came to me to say that I wanted it when I walked out of the Heavenly Dao Tower.

I thought to myself, it seems that the jade post given by the Qian family is really not simple.

Wu Chen was not wrong, the remaining authority of the jade post was not limited to sitting in the crystal curtain room, and the authority he had was definitely beyond Wu Chen's thoughts.

Don't say that this is not paid, even if it is ten times more than one hundred and fifty pieces of purple Xuanjing, even if Wu Chen takes all the lots on the auction in his arms, there will be no monk who comes to look for Wu Chen and ask for Xuanjing.

You must know that the jade post in Wu Chen's hand comes from the Qian family, even if it is the Tiandao Mansion, the Qian family will not be able to rely on the account, the Qian family, the Qian family, the most important thing is money, but Wu Chen's one hundred and fifty purple crystals have been recorded on the side, and they will be paid uniformly at the end of the year.

It's just that the object that needs to be paid at that time is the Qian family, and I believe that the Qian family will not worry about Wu Chen because of this little bit of Xuanjing, fortunately, Wu Chen knows that the jade post still has such a role, otherwise he will only be Wu Chen who is afraid of being out of the limelight in the auction.

Wu Chen's left hand holding the ink-colored brocade bag has never been loosened, and after leaving the Heavenly Dao Tower, he couldn't wait to open the brocade bag, it was a low-level mustard seed bag without taboos, and the divine sense penetrated into it, it was a large handful of dull black soil, ordinary and not eye-catching, and there was a little weak spiritual power on the surface of the black soil, perhaps it was these weak spiritual power that wandered on the surface of the black soil that made the appraisal of the Heavenly Dao Tower Auction identify it as a lower-level spiritual soil.

I couldn't wait to take out a small amount of black soil from the ink-colored brocade bag, first held it under my nose and sniffed it, and finally simply twisted some and put it in my mouth.

Yun Banfan on the side looked at Wu Chen, who was enjoying himself by eating soil, like a fool.

Wu Chen's demeanor is not good enough for outsiders.

Looking at Yun Banfan, who was full of curiosity, Wu Chen handed the other party a small bit of black soil in his palm.

The latter understood, and also learned from Wu Chen's appearance to twist up the black soil, and under Wu Chen's encouraging eyes, he did not hesitate to send the black soil directly into his mouth.

A strong earthy smell filled Yun Banfan's entire mouth, and there was nothing else, the black soil was just plain black soil, and he looked up at Wu Chen suspiciously.

I saw that Wu Chen's Adam's apple rolled up and down and swallowed the black soil in his mouth directly, and the smile on his cheeks became brighter and brighter, Yun Banfan did not hesitate, and then swallowed the black soil in his mouth.

Although he had never eaten soil before, Yun Banfan was still a habitat, and this was the taste of ordinary soil, without any special features.

"How's that? I don't feel anything. Wu Chen asked with a malicious smile.

Looking at Wu Chen's premeditated appearance, Yun Banfan didn't know that Wu Chen was deliberately joking about himself.

Wu Chen, who sensed the increasingly cold aura, hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I'll tell you what's going on with this black soil." ”

Sure enough, as soon as Wu Chen's words fell, the domineering Xuan Power fluctuations on Yun Banfan's body disappeared without a trace.

There are still a lot of people on the Heavenly Dao Pagoda in Beizhou, but they have been reduced a lot compared to before, and most of the waves of monks have dissipated and left.

Many of the scattered cultivators who have participated in the auction are also mostly divided into two situations, the former has witnessed the prosperity of the auction, and complains in his heart that he was not born into a family, if he was born in those families, it is estimated that how can he be stretched thin for a dozen or twenty amethysts today, and he can also be like the children of the family above the auction and do not put those hundred or two hundred Xuanjing in his eyes.

However, after a beautiful delusion, Ren continued to live a time with no tomorrow according to the original trajectory.

There is also a kind of casual cultivation after witnessing this kind of prosperity, a seed of greed is quietly planted in the heart, for the identity of the monk who participates in the auction with the amethyst Xuanti, this kind of greed will persistently promote the motivation of this kind of casual cultivation, for the motivation of the previous line, it is not that there is no birth of a strong person in the casual cultivation, but there are very few.

After the enthusiasm in the former's mind had passed, he gathered in groups on the Kuantuo Square in front of the Heavenly Dao Tower, while the latter focused his eyes on the dense forest of the Dark Valley that was now full of dangers, and only there could nourish the greed in his heart.

Wu Chen picked a sparsely populated place on the square and walked around, and whispered to Yun Banfan, who walked in unison beside him, "Do you know the blood soil?"

Yun Banfan didn't rush to answer, and shook his head after thinking for a moment in his mind.

You must know that although Yun Banfan rarely leaves the Heavenly Sect or the mountain peak where he is alone, it is precisely because he rarely leaves, so the small and dusty library on the mountain peak has almost become the only place where he lives except for cultivation.

Therefore, although she can't see anything on the surface, in fact, there are a large number of imprints stored in Yun Banfan's sea of knowledge, including things that few monks know about demon obstacles and inner demons, and half of the way she knows comes from the memories of the classics recorded in the sea of knowledge.

But the blood soil that Wu Chen said really made him rack his brains and couldn't remember it, not that he had forgotten it, but he had never seen any record of blood soil at all, and even the word blood soil was the first time he heard it.

Wu Chen was not surprised, and continued to ask, "Does Xi Yang know?"

This time, Yun Banfan nodded, the record of Xi Yang had been seen in a classic.

Monks generally believe that there are only three kinds of spiritual land: upper-level spiritual soil, middle-level spiritual soil, and lower-level spiritual soil, but in fact, this is only a general understanding, and Yun Banfan actually only knows this general understanding, but he has seen such a sentence in the classics, the one who rests on the soil, the ancestor of ten thousand lands!

This soil refers to spiritual soil.

Wu Chen was surprised that Yun Banfan knew about the existence of the soil, you must know that even if it was ten thousand years ago, the soil could be described as an extremely rare existence, and the Xuanwu Continent after ten thousand years was afraid that it would have long been gone.

Yun Banfan looked sideways at Wu Chen, "The black soil you shoot is the soil in your mouth." ”

Wu Chen shook his head and affirmed, "No." ”