In the sky above Qionghuatai, the atmosphere was tense, and the three masters of Qionghuatai and Wang Zhongyu, the head of Naming Lei Mountain, were obviously on the bar. Most of the cultivators around them couldn't afford to wade through this troubled water, or they didn't want to wade through this muddy water at all, so they all retreated far away.

Needless to say, Ming Lei Mountain Sect Leader Wang Zhongyu was a master of the Jindan Realm with a huge head in this Lei Ze domain. And the three masters of Qionghuatai, there are rumors that they have already built the foundation realm of the Great Perfection fifty years ago, whether they have gone further and condensed the Nine Apertures Jindan to advance to the Jindan realm, this is difficult for anyone to say.

After all, these three masters haven't made a move for a long time. Even the rebellion of the ancient ruins a year ago did not see them do it.

But from the moment the big stage master casually punched Wang Zhongyu's blow, it must not be bad.

Cultivators basically like to be lively, and if such a master is a real person, it will definitely inspire cultivators with lower cultivation. In line with the principle of seeing things and not being afraid of big things, although the many cultivators present retreated far away, none of them wanted to leave.

Wang Zhongyu, the three masters of Qionghuatai, obviously had the intention of setting up a beam, laughed for a while, then turned his gaze to Ling Zheng, and said coldly: "The old man asks you again, Peng'er was really killed by you?"

Ling Zheng didn't speak, which was considered a tacit acquiescence.

Seeing this, Wang Zhongyu actually showed a kind expression, and said softly: "Then, the old man will give you a chance." You cut yourself off now, and I'll let you die comfortably and give you a chance to be reincarnated. ”

"Otherwise, I'll leave you in the air. ”

Minglei Mountain Sect Leader Wang Zhongyu made a naked threat, Ling Zheng heard it clearly, and finally spoke:

"The guy I slaughtered, no matter how you look at it, it's a damn thing. Ling Zheng also had a smile on his face: "Kill a damn thing, I have a clear conscience." This old gentleman, if you want to avenge your grandson, even if you come to kill me, you can't do this. ”

"You know, seeing you pretending to be a master who controls my life and death at will, no matter how I look at it, I feel like a dog who has lived for hundreds of years in vain. ”

Wang Zhongyu's face was gloomy again, and he said coldly: "Boy, do you dare to say it again?"

"I said you were a dog!" Ling Zheng was relieved, and shouted loudly, his voice was extremely clear: "Your grandson is not as good as a dog!"

As soon as Ling Zheng's words came out, everyone was in an uproar. The three masters of Qionghuatai looked at Ling Zheng, and their eyes were a little trance-like. Especially the three masters who were dressed in black and had a graceful figure, their delicate bodies trembled a little.

"Die!"

Wang Zhongyu raised his hand and shot out a purple rainbow, which was wrapped in thousands of electric snakes, and with an incomparably domineering act, it slammed into Ling Zheng.

Ling Zheng didn't have the habit of being restrained, he knew that the gap between himself and the Ming Lei Mountain Sect was desperate, but he still didn't want him to kill himself comfortably.

Since I can't beat it, I know that I want to die, and I have to be disgusted and disgusting, this old bastard who feels good about himself and likes to behave.

When Ling Zheng was scolding that Wang Zhongyu, his hands were already raised, and his hands quickly formed thirty-six handprints, and soon, his hands became crystal clear and transparent.

This was the first time that Ling Zheng had cast an empty remnant seal after advancing to the Foundation Building Realm, and ninety percent of the true yuan in his body had been removed as usual, and the light released by his hands was also faintly flashing silver.

The purple rainbow played by Wang Zhongyu, the head of Minglei Mountain, came in an instant, Ling Zheng just wanted to push out the empty remnant seal, but saw a graceful black-clothed figure suddenly appear in front of her, she stretched out her hand slightly, raised her hand and shot out a black light curtain, and flew out the purple rainbow wrapped in thunder.

Wang Zhongyu's face changed again, staring at the three masters of Qionghuatai who defused his blow, without saying a word.

The third master of Qionghuatai was about to say something, but she felt a sudden aura behind her that made her tremble inexplicably. Before she could turn around, she heard Ling Zheng say, "Squat down!"

Almost an instinctive reaction, the body of the three masters of Qionghuatai was stormy, and they directly moved out a few zhang, which was able to avoid the empty remnant mark that Ling Zheng couldn't suppress.

The crystal clear, glittering silver handprint phantom was much larger than Ling Zheng's previous appearances. But the breath released was no different from the previous times.

As the target of the Void Remnant's attack, Wang Zhongyu naturally felt the strange aura released by the Void Remnant Seal, but he believed that his identity was transcendent, and he felt that if he had to dodge even the attack of a Foundation Building Realm monk, most of them would be even more embarrassed in front of this close monk.

In the face of the rapidly flying empty remnant seal, this Minglei Mountain Sect Master just raised his sleeves, wanting to smash the handprint phantom that he didn't understand what it was in front of everyone.

Unexpectedly, the empty remnant seal just exploded silently the moment it touched Wang Zhongyu's sleeve. The large blazing white glow produced by its eruption is eye-catching and magnificent, and it is full of appearance.

Before Wang Zhongyu could come back to his senses, he was engulfed by the light cluster that burst out from the empty remnant seal.

The next moment, this Ming Lei Mountain Sect opened his mouth and let out an earth-shattering roar that shook the eardrums of all the cultivators present.

The three masters of Qionghuatai, one on Qionghuatai and two in the sky, all looked at each other. Obviously, I don't understand why Wang Zhongyu let out such a miserable roar.

The light that erupted from the empty remnant seal appeared abruptly and dissipated quickly. After the light dissipated, the left half of Wang Zhongyu's body, which had been shrouded by the light of the Empty Remnant Seal, was obviously more swollen than the right half of his body, which looked extremely weird.

Wang Zhongyu forcibly suppressed the mouthful of blood that had already surged to his throat, reached out and wiped the sweat overflowing from his forehead, he looked at Ling Zheng and said with a cold smile: "Very good, boy, you are very good." ”

As he spoke, Wang Zhongyu turned his gaze to the three masters of Qionghuatai, and said in a deep voice: "Today's events, the old man has written them down." The old man sold you Qionghuatai a face today, and he didn't do it here. But you can keep that boy for a while, but you can't save him for the rest of your life. Is it worth confronting me Minglei Mountain like this, you and the other three are all smart people, so they naturally know it. ”

After saying this, Wang Zhongyu turned his gaze to Ling Zheng again, and said word by word: "First killed my grandson, then openly insulted me, and then attacked me." Boy, the old man remembers you. You can shoot that Xuanyin Gong, anyway, that thing is in your hands, it won't last long, and it still belongs to the old man. ”

"If you want to survive, you can be a shrunken turtle in Qionghuatai for the rest of your life. ”

Wang Zhongyu said, turned around and left, and the voice came from afar: "If you dare to walk out of this Qionghuatai, I will make you unable to survive, and you can't die!"

As soon as his words fell, Ling Zheng yelled behind him: "Let go of your mother's fart!"

Not far away, the three masters of Qionghuatai have a pair of beautiful eyes with a trance that is even heavier.

Wang Zhongyu's figure was stunned, and then he turned into thunder and flew out of Qionghuatai.

The nearly 1,000 cultivators who were watching were almost all dumbfounded, feeling that their cultivation had not kept up with the development of the situation at all. The few cultivators who understood it did not mean to meddle or intervene. The cultivation of these few people is only higher than that of Wang Zhongyu, but they are basically scattered cultivators, or they are from outside the Lei Ze Domain. Let these people watch the excitement, they may be in the mood, but just meddle.

Seeing this, the thoughtful Qionghuatai No. 2 Master said loudly: "There was a little accident just now, since that Daoist friend bid for this Xuanyin Gong with 10,000 pieces of second-grade spirit jade, plus one hundred and fifty jade snow pills, and two snake short spears, I don't know if there are any Daoists who want to continue to increase the price?"

The second major is not low, although the voice is not as loud as the roar that Wang Zhongyu made when he was shrouded in the light of the empty remnant seal just now, but it is not small. Just this remark put the auction, which has already deviated a little from the topic, on the right track.

After asking several times, the second master finally decided to auction the Xuanyin Gong to Ling Zheng. Ling Zheng was still standing in mid-air, reaching out and taking out three Jade Snow Pills from the ring and swallowing them to restore the true yuan, and only waited for the auction to end after the end of the hand, handing over the money and delivering the goods with the other, and then left with Ning Ling'er.

Wang Zhongyu's threat, he didn't pay attention to it at all, he was extremely confident in his Phantom Thousand Transformation Technique.

After that, the auctions were all rare genuine products, and there was even a fifth-grade spirit weapon, which was bought by an old man with immortal wind bones for four hundred third-grade spirit jade.

After that, the auction ushered in the biggest event.

The three masters of Qionghuatai glanced at each other, and after nodding to each other, the three masters carefully touched the storage ring in their hands.

After that, a purple bronze mirror with a diameter of about three feet, larger than the large bronze mirror on the women's dresser, appeared on the Naqiong flower table.

The shape of this purple bronze mirror is very simple, and there were originally complex patterns on it, but because it is so old, many of the patterns have been blurred.

Around the purple bronze mirror, there are nine round holes the size of eggs, as if they were inlaid with something before.

"Fellow Daoists, please see, this is what the three of us brothers and sisters brought out from the ancient ruins. Qionghuatai Ertai said: "It's not a secret, after my brother and sister got this thing a year ago, they didn't come up with one or two things for a long time, so they wanted to use the things in this auction to find a destined owner for this thing." ”

The second master said it beautifully, and the pricing was like a lion's big mouth, and he said: "This thing comes from ancient times, and you should know its value." Superfluous, I won't say much below, this mirror starts at five thousand yuan of three-grade spirit jade. ”

Five thousand pieces of third-grade spirit jade, if you do the math, it is 500,000 pieces of second-grade spirit jade, which is already a rather terrifying price. But after the second owner of Qionghuatai quoted the price, no one present showed dissatisfaction on his face, looking at the meaning, it seemed that he still felt that the price was very fair.

After that, those monks who came here this time for this purple bronze mirror began to compete with each other on the surface and secretly compete with each other for price increases.

Ling Zheng originally didn't have any interest in this purple bronze mirror, but what he didn't expect was that after the three masters of Qionghuatai took out the purple bronze mirror, the ghost demon bead that had been sinking in his dantian actually emitted a strange fluctuation that seemed to be excited.

Ling Zheng felt the fluctuation, looked at the purple bronze mirror carefully with some doubts, and after examining it, his gaze stopped on the few round holes and grooves around the purple copper mirror.

The size of that groove was exactly the same as the size of the Demon Bead!

"Could it be that my ghost bead was cut off from the purple bronze mirror?" Ling Zheng stared at the purple bronze mirror, his eyes uncertain.

So, the Phantom Bead is also an ancient magic weapon?