Sure enough, the word "two" had not yet been exported, and with a light hand, Yan San had already grabbed the black bottle and stared at the peach blossom and said, "I did it!" But you have to promise that the crow must die, and you must help me detoxify it afterwards, and there is ...... I'm going to enter the Heavenless Sect!'

A sneer appeared on Peach Blossom's face behind the veil, and he said, "I promise!"

Looking at the back of Yan San's departure, Peach Blossom felt like laughing. The guarantee of the wicked is worse than fart, this kid is so naïve, no wonder he will be chosen by the crow, but he looks at his body and looks good, maybe he can ask the black widow afterwards...... Thinking of this, Peach Blossom licked her lips, only to feel a burst of heat all over her body.

The trading conference was held in the very center of Wutian City, located in the hall on the first floor of a restaurant called "Wutianju", which was only 500 meters away from the City Lord's Mansion. It's much quieter than the hustle and bustle of the streets, with the large restaurants abandoning business and no customers. Four men stood guard at the door, and another weak and ruthless scholar sat behind a short case, his eyes glancing at the passing monks.

These five people are all third-order cultivators, and they are also the existence of calling for wind and rain in Wutian City on weekdays, but at this time, they are willing to be the subordinates of the gate, and only the Wutian Sect has this skill.

The trading conference was specially built for the high-ranking monks of the fifth floor of the Wailing Crying Abyss, and the monks who could enter here were all powerful and wealthy. There are only two conditions for entering this trading conference: third-order proof, money. These four big men and the sinister scholar are the touchstones.

An old man with gray hair, a thin body, and a stiff face walked over, followed by a red-faced man with a huge thick-backed chopping knife on his shoulders, and a young man with a tall head and narrow eyes.

The scholar's green gaze swept over the old man, his animal-like eyes swept over the thin old man's body, and he asked in a half-loud voice, "Name?"

The old man's hoarse voice was like the groan of a dead man: "Guo Ergou"

The scholar wrote down the number 'seventy-eight' on a small sign made of pure gold, and registered his name and number in an account book, saying, "The rules here, go in and show your hand first, and Taoist friends will forgive me...... Crazy Biao, try this fellow Daoist's catty two!"

The thin old man Guo Ergou turned a deaf ear, took the gold medal from the scholar's hand, raised his legs and walked towards the door, Yan San and the red-faced man followed closely behind, and he didn't look at a few people. Including the scholars, the five of them suddenly collectively and strangely motionless, watching the three of them walk into the hall.

It wasn't until Guo Ergou and the three of them entered the hall that the five people outside the door recovered from their stiffness, and in the few seconds just now, the five people were like being pinched by an invisible big hand, their brains were still conscious, but their bodies were out of the command of consciousness. The scholar's eyes were inexplicably frightened, and the four guards were even more cold sweat oozing, if it was hostile, those few seconds just now were enough for five people to die once.

As for Yan San and the red-faced man, how dare the scholar say more? Guo Ergou's methods are very likely to be fourth-order masters, and it is reasonable to bring two guards, if he annoys him, he may die unconsciously. The five of them looked at each other, and suddenly swallowed a mouthful of saliva in unison, with fear in their eyes.

The hall is very spacious, and all the seats are spliced into independent small booths. There are only a few things on each stall, and few are full. Some stalls not only did not put things on the table, but instead erected small signs with information such as "500,000 Seeking Blue Star Ghost Leaves".

A few of the people who made the deal left in a hurry, and more people sat and waited.

Guo Ergou didn't look at the stall and went straight to the second floor. There were no stalls on the second floor, and there was a man with a blue face standing there at the top of the stairs with his eyes slightly closed. This man is not tall or strong, standing there is like a mountain, slightly opening his eyes, there is a breath like a wild beast, Yan San only feels small and weak in front of him, as if facing a boundless sea.

Fourth-Order Body Cultivation!Iron Corpse!This is a master who has broken through the realm of physical cultivation double "not bad", waving his hands and raising his feet is majestic and powerful, his qi and blood are like the abyss and the sea, and his muscles are tighter than steel, Yan San has no doubt that as long as the iron corpse is willing, it will not take a cup of tea to demolish this heavenless residence. His physical cultivation has barely reached the realm of 'unbreakable', and in his hands it is just a slightly harder piece of paper!

Guo Ergou and the iron corpse faced each other, their eyes intertwined. The iron corpse's eyes burst with essence, and the sharp light was like a substance, making people dare not look at each other, while Guo Ergou was lifeless, like a real corpse. The iron corpse's gaze seemed to penetrate Guo Ergou's brain, but he found that he was flattering and threw it to the blind man, Guo Ergou's eyes were dull like a dead fish, and he had no emotion at all.

Guo Ergou said dryly: "The old man is participating in the auction! Where can I exchange Yuan Jing?

The iron corpse was finally deflated, and the fourth-order soul cultivation really lived up to its reputation. Leng Bingbing stepped to the side and said, "Go upstairs and turn left, someone will receive you." 』

Guo Ergou's eyes moved up and down, as if looking at the body of the iron corpse, the two passed by, and Guo Ergou's dry voice sounded in the ears of the iron corpse: "You are in good health!"

The iron corpse was stunned for a moment, and then a wave of anger rose to the sky.

This is a living insult, and in either way it means a great disrespect to the fourth-order overhaul. As soon as the iron corpse's body tightened, Yan San heard a bowstring tightening, the sound of a thunderclap whispering, and the iron corpse's qi and blood tumbled, and it seemed to be a sudden burst of flames out of the body.

"Do you want to fight?" Guo Ergou turned around half-deadly, his voice was a little louder, and the surrounding monks looked at him with their eyes, Guo Ergou said, "Do you still want the signboard of the Heavenless Sect?" If you don't plan to ask for it, the old man can compensate you for playing!"

The iron corpse was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked around, gritted his teeth and took a half step back, his qi and blood pressure were suppressed, and his momentum was completely gone, but Yan San felt even more uncomfortable, as if the magma that was about to erupt was blocked in the crater again, and it would erupt more violently at any time.

Guo Ergou laughed dryly, like a night owl chirping, not at all popular, and turned around and walked to the second floor.

The person in charge of the exchange of Yuan Jing on the second floor was the eight-armed sword demon, and when he saw Guo Ergou and the three of them, his originally pale face rarely had a flush, and his eyes swept Yan San and the red-faced man at will, and said coldly: "How much?"

Guo Ergou didn't speak, and Yan San on the side stepped forward, handed over two mustard seed bags and said, "Twelve million, all of them will be replaced with third-order citrine. 』

The eight-armed sword demon took the mustard seed bag, and Ling Yuan probed to confirm that it was correct, and the muscles on his face jumped twice, and said, "Wait! The amount is too big, I need to ask for the Dharma Protector."

Yuan Jing is not only currency but also food for the monks. It is more convenient for the corresponding monk rank to use the corresponding Yuan Crystal to cultivate, saving the trouble of carrying a large number of Yuan Crystals, after all, not every monk has a mustard seed bag.

Yuanjing is also divided into seven grades, divided into red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, and calculated in decimal system. One third-class citrine is equal to one hundred first-class red crystals. In addition to being produced from high-level Yuan Beasts, high-level Yuan Crystals can also be fused into low-level Yuan Crystals through special Yuan Arrays, about nine Yuan Crystals can be combined into a high-order Yuan Crystal, consuming half of the Yuan Crystal, and the remaining half is collected by the owner of the Yuan Array.

Don't underestimate this half of the income, it is equivalent to five percent of the income, if the fusion is enough, it will be a huge astronomical amount, for example, Yan San will have to exchange for 12 million, if the Yuan Crystal Fusion Array is used, the controller of the Yuan Array will earn 600,000 yuan of crystals!

And it just so happened that the Heavenless Sect had a Yuan Crystal Fusion Array, and a quarter of the Heavenless Sect's income came from this.

In the secret room on the second floor of Wutian Residence, the black widow held two bags full of mustard seeds, checked them in her hand, was a little surprised in her heart, and then sneered: "No wonder it's not called Old Immortal, it's renamed Crow! 』

The eight-armed sword demon wiped his hand on his neck and said, "Now that Yuanjing has arrived, why don't you just ...... it?"

The black widow pinched the mustard seed bag and muttered for a moment, then asked Peach Blossom, who was standing behind her, "Is it arranged?"

Peach Blossom said: "It's arranged, that kid was poisoned by me, forgive him for not daring to joke with his own life." 』

The Black Widow raised her hand and threw the two bags of Yuan Jing to the Eight-Armed Sword Demon, and chuckled, "Give it to him!" And now the auction has not yet begun, and the losses are too great...... Let this crow stumble for a while, for sooner or later it will be ours!'

Soon, a small bag of Yuan Jing was handed to Yan San by the eight-armed sword demon with an expressionless face, and it contained 120,000 citrine. Yan San respectfully handed the two mustard seed bags to the crow, and the crow took the empty mustard seed bag and said to Yan San dryly, "Yuan Jing, you take it first, and then help me bargain." 』

Yan Sanxin said, this was originally mine! With a sincere fear on his face, he carefully put away the mustard seed bag.

The Heavenless Sect disciples took the three of them to a closed chamber with an isolated Yuan Array in the chamber to isolate other monks from probing. It seemed to protect the monk's privacy, but for the Heavenless Sect itself, this shield was just a fig leaf, Yan San found at least sixteen spiders in the room, monitoring the room in all directions.

Of course, at the same time, there are at least 1,600 shadows silently watching everything in the auction, not to mention no dead ends, with some close-ups......

There was a list of the auction in the room, which was considered to give all the monks who participated in the auction a foundation in their hearts. The crow picked it up and looked at it, and when he saw the fourth-order soul 'Ghost of Resentment', he nodded with satisfaction, put the booklet aside, and sat aside to take care of himself. Yan San cautiously glanced at the crow, picked up the auction roster and opened it to check.

The world of high-end monks is really not something that he can guess, and most of the items in this small booklet make Yan San's heart flutter.

Exercises: "Innate Kwai Shui Wang Yang Jue", by the standard of the monk world, is already a high-level exercise comparable to the "Clear Wind and Bright Moon Jue", which is usually used as the foundation of the sect, and there is a copy here.