At the same time, in a room in the City Lord's Mansion of Wuling City.

A monk with a huge head was kneeling on the ground, looking terrified, and whispered something to a middle-aged man in black in front of him.

"What are you talking about, Zhao Shiguang was killed. I came to Wuling City in advance to send a token to this waste, but I didn't expect--alas! It was a waste of my heart, hum! This waste died and died, but it was a waste of an entry-qualification token, which I had to pay a lot of money to get my hands on. The middle-aged man in black had an ugly face and a cold light in his eyes.

"Old Ancestor, the other party is very likely to be a loose cultivator, and he should also participate in the Purple Shadow Sect entry selection tomorrow, and as soon as he appears, I will be able to recognize him. The head monk looked at the middle-aged man in black with some fear, and hurriedly said.

"No matter who the other party is, since he killed my Zhao family disciple and snatched my entry qualification token, I will not let him go. The middle-aged man in black had murderous intent in his eyes, and said in a cold voice.

The middle-aged man in black didn't wait for the head monk to say anything, glanced at the other party lightly, and said with a cold snort: "It is not good for you to protect the son of the patriarch, and when you return to the family, someone will naturally punish you, and I will naturally be lazy to do anything to you, well! Tomorrow you will stand by my side and point out to me the person who killed Zhao Shiguang secretly." Now don't provoke this person yet, continue to inquire about the whereabouts of orphan girls around seventeen or eighteen years old in Wuling City, and then report them to me one by one. ”

The monk with the huge head breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and naturally said yes again and again, and after saluting respectfully, he quickly left.

In an hour, Hua Xia Jiu devoured the remaining four Soul Condensing Pills in turn, so that the soul form that had skyrocketed again could be restored to about three meters.

"It took almost all the spirit stones to buy these soul-condensing pills, and although the effect achieved was obvious, at this rate, it still couldn't solve the problem of the soul form not being condensed enough. I want spirit stones, I want pills, I want many spirit stones, I want many pills-" Hua Xia Jiu thought of the preciousness of the pill, and couldn't help but secretly think in his heart, and a faint sorrow and longing for the spirit stone appeared in his expression.

Thinking of this, Hua Xia Jiu took out the storage bags of Zhao Shiguang and the slender monk and began to clean up the contents inside.

After a short time, the sorrow in Hua Xia Jiu's expression had disappeared, and the joy gradually became stronger.

Zhao Shiguang, as the son of the patriarch of the Zhao family, was able to hold the only qualification token in the family this time and come to participate in the Ziyou entry selection, which shows that he is extremely valued in the clan, especially the father of this son, as the patriarch, is even more favored and has high hopes for him. Not only did he send two Spirit Condensation Realm monks to protect his safety, but he also specially rewarded him with a lot of spirit stones and spiritual weapons.

There are 100,000 spirit stones, four spirit weapons, especially one of the sword-shaped spirit weapons, which turned out to be a medium-grade spirit weapon, and this is the first time that Huaxia Jiu has obtained a medium-grade spirit weapon. Whether it was a black stick or a blood sword, it was all a low-grade spiritual weapon. There are even several bottles of elixirs that are used to heal wounds and restore true essence.

As for the contents of the slender monk's storage bag, it seemed too shabby, only a few more than two thousand spirit stones, a low-grade spirit weapon, and no pills at all.

It didn't take long for Hua Xia Jiu to play with the two tokens, one black and one white, frowning and pondering.

Both tokens belong to Zhao Shiguang. Among them, the white jade plate was the Purple Ghost Sect entry qualification jade plate, and Hua Xia Jiu had one in his storage bag. The other black token is made from an unknown ore.

From Zhao Shiguang's memory, this token is the membership qualification token of a certain dark auction club on the Dao Soul Continent. It was his father who spent a lot of money to get it, not Zhao Shiguang's own thing, but let him send it to the ancestor of the Zhao family in the Purple Shadow Sect, hoping that after Zhao Shiguang worshiped the Purple Shadow Sect, the ancestor would take more care of Zhao Shiguang.

It is said that the secret auction organized by this secret force will spread all over the continent, and the secret auction will have all kinds of heavenly treasures such as spiritual weapons, elixirs, puppets, and precious materials. However, the time and place of organizing the secret auction are irregular, and the token will only be passed through the hour before the secret auction is organized, and the message will be transmitted to the person holding the token by secret method. This is also one of the reasons why it is different from the open auction, which is called the secret auction. In this regard, the choice of the location of the secret auction is extremely important, otherwise there are not a few token holders near the chosen location, and the secret auction will become a joke. Maybe the organizers of the secret auction will have a way to know where the token is.

In addition, the secret shooting will only recognize the token, not the person. Any monk who holds a token can participate in the secret auction.

These information flashed in Hua Xia Jiu's mind one by one, and he secretly pondered for a while, then he was ready to put away the two tokens and start meditating and cultivating.

At this moment, the black token in Hua Xia Jiu's left hand suddenly shook, and a fluctuation similar to a soul thought came out of it, and in an instant, it drilled into Hua Xia Jiu's head.

The next moment, more than a dozen words and a simple map suddenly appeared in Hua Xia Jiu's mind.

"An hour later, the West Spirit Crane Tower of the Five Spirit City of the Great Wu Empire. ”

The text and simple maps don't last long, and they disappear in a few minutes.

But in the moment it appeared in his mind, Hua Xia Jiu had already memorized it.

"It's really such a coincidence, just after getting the token, there was a secret auction held, and it happened to be around here. Well, this opportunity is not to be missed, and I hope to find the elixir that condenses the soul from it. Not long after, Huaxia Jiu had already decided to participate in this secret auction.

After a stick of incense, Hua Xia Jiu quietly swept out of the inn and ran down the street towards the west of Wuling City.

Hua Xia Jiu walked through a few alleys and several streets according to the simple map in his mind, and appeared in front of the Linghe Tower.

Standing a hundred meters in front of the Linghe Tower, Hua Xia Jiu raised his eyes to look.

This building is not big, covering an area of four or five hundred square meters, with only two floors.

At this time, two monks with white masks were sitting cross-legged in front of the door, motionless, as if they were asleep.

Hua Xia Jiu was hesitating whether to use his soul thoughts to inquire about the cultivation of the two people in front of the building, when he suddenly felt the sound of the wind in his ears, and when he heard the sound, it was a monk whose body was shrouded in black mist, galloping out of another street not far away, and walked towards the Spirit Crane Tower without stopping.

When this person was less than ten meters away from the Spirit Crane Tower, the two masked monks suddenly opened their eyes and looked at them like electricity.

The latter respectfully saluted the two, and without saying a word, took out a black token and handed it over.

A masked monk on the left raised his right hand with a move, and the black token in the monk's hand flew up with black mist, appearing in the former's hand in the blink of an eye.

The masked monk seemed to have used his soul to probe the black token, then casually returned the token to the owner of the token, and said, "The token is right, after the payment of a thousand spirit stones, you can enter." ”

Seeing this, the black mist monk was not surprised at all, raised his hand and took out a bag of spirit stones and handed it to the masked monk, passed between the two masked monks, and entered the Spirit Crane Tower.

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