Three days later, Feng Xiaoqing and Blowing Snow came to the Demon Purple Spirit City from Musheng and the three of them.

Feng Xiao was chatting with Qing Fuxue for a while, and saw that Cong Musheng didn't know where to pick up a pot of water, and enthusiastically handed it to Feng Xiao.

"Master, come and drink water, I picked it up for you. ”

Seeing Cong Musheng's appearance, Feng Xiao was really helpless, and he didn't know how to react.

"I've told you many times, don't call me Master.

The age difference between us is decades, so we can just treat it as a year-old friend, don't be a generational difference. ”

But Cong Mu Sheng still held the kettle, standing respectfully in front of Feng Xiao, with a great sense of unswervingness: "Absolutely not, the formation knowledge you taught me in my sleep is really earth-shattering, like lifting the top of a pot." Now I know that I was so shallow. What a shame for the title of god-level array mage!

Although you are relatively young, you are a teacher, a preacher and a puzzle solver, no matter how old you are. ”

Hearing Cong Mu Sheng's words, I saw his determined expression again.

Feng Xiao understood it, and it was estimated that he would not be able to change the mind of this god-level array mage.

I could only take the kettle handed by Mu Sheng and take a sip.

Then, looking at Cong Musheng's appearance, Feng Xiao really regretted bringing Cong Musheng to Purple Spirit City.

If it weren't for Lei Ling's mention that he would have to counsel Cong Mu Sheng for a while, Feng Xiao would definitely have driven him back to the human race three days ago.

Qingchuixue, who was on the side, saw this scene and laughed a few times.

And after the three of them arrived in Purple Spirit City, they immediately came to the destination of this trip, the auction house of the Purple Family.

As soon as he entered the auction house, a servant in a yellow shirt greeted him: "May I ask you, are you here to buy or sell something?"

Hearing the slave's words, Feng Xiao first looked at Qing Fuxue next to him, and after Qing Fuxue waved his hand to signal Feng Xiao to deal with it, he said, "What about buying things, and selling things?"

The servant smiled professionally and hurriedly replied, "Shopping, you can wait until the evening, when we will officially hold an auction." If you're selling, it depends on what you're selling?"

Hearing this, Feng Xiao looked back at Qingchuixue.

This time, Feng Xiao came to summon the spirit grass, and he had no intention of selling anything at all.

And now, seeing that Feng Xiao was looking at herself, Qing Fuxue showed a strange expression.

That expression was like saying, how could the demon ring be taken out so easily, and let him fool him first.

There was no way, Feng Xiao could only move his gaze to Cong Musheng: "Do you have anything to sell?"

Hearing Feng Xiao ask himself, he was a little embarrassed from Mu Sheng: "The formation scroll I made is said to be quite easy to sell, but now I don't have it with me." If you do it first, it will take a lot of time, so ······"

Yes, I can't point to it from Musheng.

Just as Feng Xiao thought about what he had to sell, the slave spoke first.

"If you don't have anything to sell, please go back and don't waste everyone's time.

Our Zi family's auction house, although it is not a very noble place, does not allow people to make trouble!"

The slave saw that the three of them were laughing at the wind, and after they came, they couldn't even take out what they wanted to sell, so they thought that they were here to make trouble, and naturally his tone was a little unpleasant.

At this moment, Feng Xiao rummaged through his body, filtered all the things in the space bracelet, and finally found something that could be sold, and that was Lei Jing!

As long as there is Lei Ling, the Lei Jing is not as much as there are.

Then, under Fengxiao's control, a thunderbolt appeared on Fengxiao's finger.

Feng Xiao put his finger in front of the slave's eyes and said, "I'm going to sell this, Lei Jing!"

Seeing this scene, the slave was completely dumbfounded.

His eyes widened in shock, looking at the wind in front of him and smiling, speechless.

Thunder Essence, an innate spirit with the purest power of the Thunder Rule, doesn't the owner hide it secretly and dare not leak it, how can anyone be willing to sell it?

Besides, the person who wants to sell Lei Jing still looks so young.

And just as the slave trembled and wanted to speak, a figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

When the slave saw the comer, his already trembling body became even more nervous, and he couldn't even speak: "God, thunder ······"

The person who was called Tian Lao by the slave first saluted the three of them with a smile at the wind, and then said slowly: "Hello three guests, the old man is the person in charge of this auction house, Zitian, please come with me to the VIP room to discuss what you want to sell." ”

After finishing speaking, Zi Tian finally withdrew his gaze, no longer staring directly at the thunder essence on Feng Xiao's fingers, but looked at Feng Xiao and the three of them.

A very young lad with a thunder spirit.

An imposing man, who looked somewhat familiar, and didn't know where he had seen it before.

And one more······

When Zi Tian saw Cong Musheng, he suddenly became a little excited: "It turned out to be Mr. Cong, a famous god-level array mage in the mainland, you are here, we are really disappointed." ”

When Mu Sheng heard this, he was also a little puzzled: "You, do you know the old man?"

"Of course, from the prestige of Mr. God-level array mage, no one knows who doesn't know. Zitian suddenly raised his voice, with a smile on his face, and then looked at Feng Xiao and Qing Fuxue with some confusion, "I don't know, what kind of big names are these two young heroes beside you?"

When Mu Sheng heard Zitian's words, it seemed very useless, and his happy old face flushed.

Then, he respectfully pointed to Fengxiao and Qingchuixue: "This is my master and my savior." And this one is my master's friend. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zitian gasped.

He stared at Cong Musheng in front of him, unable to digest the shock in his heart for a long time.

That young man turned out to be the master of the god-level array mage from Mu Sheng!

This is unreasonable.

However, this also proves one thing, the thunder spirit on Feng Xiao's finger is indeed his own.

Suddenly, Zi Tian woke up the slave who was still in shock, and hurriedly ordered: "Why are you still stunned, hurry up and prepare tea, the best kind!"

At this time, the servant came to his senses, and ran deeper into the auction house in an unusual way.

Zitian, on the other hand, walked up to Feng Xiao respectfully, and said with a smile: "Three distinguished guests, please come into the VIP room to talk in detail!"

As he spoke, he half-bowed his body and stretched out a hand to show the way for Feng Xiao.

Feng Xiao was not verbose, and directly followed his direction and came to the VIP room of the auction house in Zitiankou.

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