After swallowing the Soul Spring Water, Chen Ping snorted heartily.

This spring is colorless and odorless, as light as ice water.

The kind of fluttering comfort that can be brought is not much better than a breakthrough in the realm.

In an instant, he realized the divine soul in the sea, and suddenly swelled in a circle.

The limit distance of the divine consciousness cast has reached 550 zhang!

Compared with the 600 zhang of ordinary monks in the middle stage of foundation building, it is only a step weaker. Grabbing

"Stinky boy, it's so rampant!"

Seeing Chen Ping drink all the Soul Spring water on the spot, Song Sheng's eyes were on fire, and his dry skin twitched unconsciously.

He didn't need it, but his favorite concubine hadn't swallowed it yet.

Before coming to Fang City, he had sworn a promise to take this spring, and Bo Hongyan smiled.

Who knows, he actually let a qi cultivator cut off his beard.

Thinking of the sullen appearance of the concubine after returning empty-handed, Song Sheng couldn't help but be angry.

"Hei Shuo, give me the breath of this kid to remember!"

Song Sheng's face was cold, and when he opened the spirit beast bag, he saw a scaleless python sticking its head out and spitting out snake letters into the air.

Then, a wisp of red smoke as thin as a hair was inhaled into its nostrils.

"Hiss"

The python wagged its tail in violation.

"Well done!"

Song Sheng chattered and laughed, grabbed a piece of air-dried demon beast meat, and threw it to the python demon.

The wind python he raised, although it is only a first-order, has a particularly keen sense of smell.

Within a hundred miles, the breath of life captured by it does not want to get rid of tracking.

He didn't dare to do anything in the city, but he didn't believe that this little ghost would shrink in Jinrui City for the rest of his life.

"Hey, hey."

Sensing Song Sheng's nonchalant gaze, Chen Ping sneered in his heart, and then closed his eyes calmly.

……

In the following day, all the remaining 39 ordinary auction items were auctioned.

"It's just an auction, is the Jin family so bloody?"

Looking at the center of the pool, Chen Ping had a strange expression on his face.

After the ordinary auction, the Jin family did not immediately hold the finale auction, but invited Xie Wanyi to the stage.

In addition, the attendant also distributed a plate of fragrant and soft spiritual food to each person.

This piece of purple potato cake contains a faint spiritual power, and its value should not be low.

Although he felt that something was wrong, Chen Ping did not delve into it.

The monks currently sitting in the Qianxiu Hall represent hundreds of forces, large and small, and he doesn't believe that the Jin family dares to think anything.

……

At the end of the corridor on the second floor, there is a large private room on the left-hand side.

The entire box was wrapped in two layers of silver-glittering shields.

A group of monks with solemn expressions gathered around a round table and were talking in low voices.

Seven men and three women, all with a blood-red "gold" character tattooed on the cuffs of their robes. Variety Shows, Literary Dramas

Those who embroider red "gold" are the elders of the family.

In other words, there are now a full ten foundation building monks of the Jin clan gathered here!

Including Jin Wufang, who acted as an auctioneer, and Jin Bihan, who was in the apse, were all listed.

This is extremely weird.

There are only twelve people in the Jin family who build the foundation.

Huge families, such as the Treasure Pavilion and the Ancestral Palace, don't they need high-level forces to protect them?

"Second brother, is there any news from the ancestor?"

Jin Wufang looked at the monk who was seated first, and said expectantly.

"Not yet, just hold off a little longer."

The person who replied to him was an old man with crane hair and a childish face, it was Jin Siheng, the second elder of the Jin clan who had appeared to warn Song Sheng before.

"There are only six lots in the finale, and we can delay it for two more days at most!"

A middle-aged man with a square face spoke.

He is the third elder of the family, Jin Liangji, who cultivated in the later stage of the foundation.

"According to the plan we have formulated, regardless of the success of the Ancestor, both the Immortal Alliance and the Star Picking Pavilion will be uprooted together, the difference is just what kind of means are used."

"Cutting the grass and eradicating the root or just punishing the evil, the benefits are very different."

Jin Siheng patted the handle of the chair on one side and said in a gloomy tone.

"The ancestor's swordsmanship is superb, and it is rare to meet an opponent at the same level, it should be safe, not to mention that there are great elders who follow the ancestor."

At the mention of Great Elder Jin Qizhong, a trace of sadness invariably appeared in the pupils of Jin Liangji and the others.

"Before the Great Elder left, he had already cultivated into a Piercing Divine Needle, and for the sake of the family's expansion and hegemony, he was not afraid of death and sacrificed himself."

"He deserves to be remembered forever by us, one day, my Jin clan will attack the Shattered Star Gate, and I will definitely enshrine the tablet of the Great Elder in the highest place of this sect."

Jin Siheng gritted his teeth and said categorically.

"Gong Lingshan of the Star Pavilion brought two foundation-building monks to participate in the auction meeting, as well as the Immortal Alliance, headed by Mu Yi, a total of six foundation-building monks from both sides."

The atmosphere froze for a while before a black-crowned monk said solemnly.

He is the grandfather of the fifth elder Jin Tianhao, the treasurer of the blessed land of Quanyuan, Jin Chen.

"Mu Yi is enough, although it is the realm of Great Perfection, the combat power of the alchemist has always been slightly inferior to the same level, and Tianhao and I are enough to rival it."

Jin Liangji knocked on the table and continued: "The most difficult thing to deal with is Gong Lingshan, the Tiansu Yunshui Technique she majored in is the Xuanpin Technique, I'm afraid only the second brother can barely stop her." ”

"Gong Lingshan is under my control, Liangji, Tianhao, you two deal with Mu Yi, and the rest of the people will first kill their minions with all their might, and finally come together to kill the enemy."

Jin Siheng said without thinking.

"Good! Just listen to the second brother. ”

After a pause, Jin Tianhao said with a cautious expression: "There is another key variable that we also have to take into account." ”

"In addition to the three Jinrui families, there are more than 20 foundation building monks from the Wang family, the Zou family, the Liu family, and several outer islands in the Qianxiu Palace."

"Although these forces usually bow down to our Jin family, the Shattered Star Gate has suppressed the surrounding waters for thousands of years, and it is still powerful."

"If Gong Lingshan is bewitching from the side, who can guarantee that they won't turn against each other?"

Jin Siheng's eyes shrank, and he said in agreement: "Therefore, we still have to delay time as much as possible, if the palace Sihai falls, there will only be one Yuan Dan Realm monk left in the Shattered Star Gate." ”

"At that time, with the divine power of the ancestors, it will not be a problem to deter those wall grasses."

"I, it's almost, go down and preside over the finale auction, Gong Lingshan is shrewd like a fox, don't let her see the flaws."

"Yes, second brother."

Jin Wufang nodded and walked downstairs with a bright smile on his face.

This time, the family declared war on the Shattered Star Gate, and in order to prevent leaks, his Taoist companion had been ordered by the ancestor Jin Zhaoheng in advance and imprisoned in the water prison.

Over the years, he had endured enough of the woman's strength.

As soon as this matter is over, he plans to drive this Taoist from the Shattered Star Gate out of Jinrui Island, and then he can marry Li Miaoqi.

"Wonderful body, day and night, enjoy endlessly. Miaoqi, wait for me. ”

Jin Wufang muttered repeatedly, stepped out, and flew onto the stage.

"I'm sorry for keeping fellow Daoists waiting for a long time. All 80 ordinary auction items have been auctioned, and the next is about to enter the finale auction. ”

Jin Wufang clapped his hands, and then two foundation building monks flew out of the box on the second floor.