Almost no monk cares who photographed this low-level black soil, because it is too ordinary to be important.

After announcing the return of Xuantu, the woman in red always drifted to the crystal curtain in front of Wu Chen, intentionally or unintentionally, but it was just a few glances, after all, there was a jade monk who was more noble than the amethyst monk, and the separate room where he was located was hidden by a special formation.

The monk in front of the crystal curtain can look at the periphery through the crystal curtain, and the outer monk, even if the woman in red is roughly aware of the existence of the crystal curtain room, is equally unable to detect it.

He Qianjun, who had closed his eyes tightly, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes projected a essence light like substance, a thick smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered in a voice that was inaudible to others: "Finally someone has taken the bait, I'll just say, how can a half-saint-level pharmacist retreat secret residence only have ordinary lower-level spiritual soil." ”

The pharmacist can also be called the pharmacist, but the pharmacist is not necessarily the pharmacist, just like the array mage must be a talisman master, but the rune master is not necessarily the array mage, and the pharmacist title is divided into medicine ancestor, medicine saint, upper pharmacist, intermediate pharmacist, lower pharmacist, and beginner pharmacist.

He Qianjun had a sense in his heart, and his divine sense floated, matching the formation runes inscribed in the auction, looking for the sound and tracing the source.

He Qianjun, who knew where the Spirit Land Cultivator was located just now, frowned, and was a little puzzled for a while, and the voice came from the crystal curtain room of the Qian family.

"Could it be that it is really the Qian family, but this obviously doesn't work?"

He Liang heard the whispering voice in the room, although he was extremely eager to know what his Lao Tzu said, but he was very interested in not asking, otherwise he would be charged with spying on the intentions of the lord of the mansion, and then it would be indispensable for a period of careful "education", the He family is a military rule of law, which has been firmly realized since He Liang remembered.

The woman in red quickly came back to her senses, and the auction continued.

After the unknown black soil, the things photographed have once again become things that ordinary monks can hope for but cannot seek, and there is a fierce competition, some people are happy and some are worried.

At this time, Wu Chen was a little absent-minded, after all, he was shy in his pocket, and he was also a little worried, according to the ten times the auction price of the fifteen amethysts he had just paid to the auction, he had to take out one hundred and fifty amethysts, but Wu Chen's body was only one hundred and five amethysts.

"Bang dang!" A crisp sound, Wu Chen looked at it, and there were more than a dozen shimmering purple crystals on the wooden chair, and when he looked up, it was still Yun Banfan's cold face.

Before he could speak, Yun Banfan shook his head and said, "No, I only have these." ”

Wu Chen on the side tugged at the corners of his mouth, when was it, when would I, the Martial Ancestor, be stumped by these few dozens of Xuan Crystals?

However, the speed of putting away the scattered Xuanjing was not half a point slower. It's still not enough, but it's better than nothing.

"That spiritual land, extraordinary. ”

After collecting the scattered Xuanjing, Wu Chen raised his head and looked at Yun Banfan, who was asking him a question, but asked back with a smile: "What's the matter? You can also see that the black soil is not simple." ”

Yun Banfan, who shook his head, looked at Wu Chen again, "I can't see it, but you definitely can." ”

After hearing the reply, Wu Chen suddenly became happy, thinking to himself how this sounded like a sycophant.

"I'm not sure yet, I'll have to wait a while for the auction to get the real thing, but ......"

Wu Chen pretended to pause mysteriously, and didn't wait for Yun Banfan's words for a long time, "But what?" had to continue: "However, the value of black soil is only afraid that all the auctioned items in the auction together cannot be compared. ”

"Expensive?"

"Dividing people, for most monks, this is really just a chicken rib thing, but if it is put in the hands of the monks who need it, hehe, it is not too much to change anything. ”

In fact, Wu Chen was not very sure about the black soil, but it was because of the mysterious dead branch that Wu Chen had some associations.

"Did I pay for it just now?"

Wu Chen looked at the woman who suddenly seemed to be changing, and was a little uncertain for a while, "Do you want to ......?"

"Divide me a little?" Yun Banfan looked at Wu Chen very solemnly.

Wu Chen, who looked at each other, didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but it was rare to hear the inquiring tone from the other party's mouth.

"You don't even know what black soil is, what's the use of it?"

Yun Banfan frowned, he wanted to say that it was expensive, but after thinking about it, he gave up asking for black soil, turned around and looked at the crystal curtain again.

As for why he wanted the precious black soil in Wu Chen's mouth, he was just thinking that maybe he could use this black soil to change the difficult situation of his Sword Emperor Master in the Heavenly Sect.

Wu Chen looked at the other party's appearance, and explained a little unbearably for a while: "This thing is really useless to you, and maybe it will also induce some cholera, unexpected cholera." ”

Bitter words of kindness, but facing Yun Banfan with a cold face, Wu Chen felt a little self-deprecating for a while, but he was still quite consciously self-deprecating.

After a few breaths, Yun Banfan glanced at Wu Chen with an undetectable afterglow, and found that the other party was still smiling as usual, and he was secretly relieved in his heart.

When he was alone with Wu Chen, Yun Banfan somehow began to get upset, and frequently had some emotions that he had never had before, not because of the demonic barriers, but because of some other inexplicable things.

"Wow!", the wooden hammer smashed down on the wooden plank, and the last finale was auctioned off by the eye-popping price of 11,000 purple crystals.

The finale was not the small piece of upper-level soul stone that Wu Chen had seen before, and there was no shadow of the soul stone even above the auction at all.

The reason why he didn't have much interest in the auction in front of him was because Wu Chen faintly noticed that something was wrong with the auction when the auction was held halfway through, whether it was a hastily held auction or letting loose cultivators participate in the auction, it was particularly casual, and these family monks who came to participate in the auction were also very casual, although Wu Chen didn't know those monks, but he didn't think that the people sitting below were the descendants of those big families, Beizhou was barren but far more than weak.

After thinking about it for a while, after roughly guessing the intentions of the Heavenly Dao Tower's side, it can be regarded as a relief.

He Liang was a little puzzled, and couldn't help but look back at He Qianjun on the side.