The price of the first catty of spirit rice in the first auction continued to rise, quickly surpassing a spirit stone.

In the end, it was sold at a high price of two spirit stones and three broken spirits.

The casual cultivators were shocked by the price at which a catty of spiritual rice was sold.

It's horrible!

When was a pound of spiritual rice sold for so much?

Who can afford to eat Lingmi?!

It should be cheaper next time......

The price of the Ling Rice in the second auction did not drop as expected, but the price increased by three broken spirits.

Hungry and red-eyed, he buys spiritual rice at all costs.

There are few rice and many people, and it is destined that many casual cultivators will not be able to buy spiritual rice.

Originally, they could have exercised restraint and watched coldly.

More and more spiritual rice was auctioned out, and they couldn't hold it anymore and joined the auction one after another.

This also made the auction price of Lingmi rise, and once climbed four spirit stones and seven broken spirits.

There is no trouble with rice, scattered cultivation is crazy, Fang Wu's greed, and the end is doomed.

The spirit rice gradually decreased, and the scattered cultivators participating in the competition became more and more fanatical.

Towards the end of the auction, Ling Mi can be sold for more than five spirit stones per catty. Hit the most expensive unit price of spiritual rice in the history of Dahuangfang City.

When the auction ended, the frenzy retreated, and the cultivators looked at the shriveled storage bags with chagrin in their hearts.

The spirit stone flower went out, and there was very little spirit rice obtained.

How long can this Lingmi last?

Sanxiu, who had no ability to participate in the auction and had not bought a pound of spiritual rice, felt cold in his heart, and his eyes looked at Fang Wu more and more unkindly.

"Fang Daoyou, you have gone too far."

"We buy rice just to survive, the price is too high!"

"It's too much! It's not easy to live a casual life, you are going to force us to death! ”

Fang Wu's gaze swept over the troubled Sanxiu, and his tone gradually became cold: "I'm not a charity hall here, everyone has no spiritual rice in their hands, I kindly took out my rations, and someone maliciously slandered me?" ”

"We're going to get Lingmi today!"

The scattered cultivators relied on the strength of the crowd and wanted to take the opportunity to grab the spiritual rice.

"Dare to make trouble here! Do you want to be captured by the Five Elements Sect? ”

"Haha, if the Five Elements Sect is caught, at least you can eat with a full mouth, it's better than starving to death."

A jade-colored sword light flew out, cutting off the troublemaker's head.

As soon as the cultivator died, the crowd was chaotic.

One by one, the body lit up with spiritual power shields and defensive magic weapons, as if facing a great enemy.

Only then did they remember that this was not a market, and safety was not guaranteed.

"Troublemakers should be beheaded!"

"The fair will reopen in seven days, and new rice will be delivered."

In order to avoid making things bigger, Fang Wu announced the end of the fair.

Five hundred catties of spirit rice sold two thousand spirit stones, far exceeding expectations.

There are also casual cultivators who are reluctant to leave.

They don't have rice to cook, and then go back and wait for seven days?

Can you hold on?

Can the price of Lingmi be cheaper next time?

The cultivators are very calm, and they can live until now, and there is no naivety anymore.

"In that case, let's be cannon fodder for the Five Elements Sect together."

Fang Wu was not afraid at all, stimulating the fluctuations of spiritual power in his body, and did not care that he would attract the monks of the Five Elements Sect at all.

Is this trying to fight a fish to break the net?

No, Fang Wu has a backstage, and he died just by himself......

The hot-headed casual cultivator regained his senses, how dare he stay longer, for fear that the monks of the Five Elements Sect would come to the door and leave in a hurry.

"It's good to sell them Lingmi, it's too expensive."

Sanxiu left, and Qi Yulong, who was hiding behind the scenes, walked out with a smile.

"The spirit stones obtained from the auction of spirit rice are a total of two thousand and twenty-five pieces of three broken spirits."

Fang Wu smiled and respectfully handed over the spirit stone that had not yet been hot.

"Not bad!"

"Five hundred catties of spirit rice are sold for two thousand catties of spirit stones, Fang Wu, you are a talent."

"Two hundred spirit stones are a reward for you, behave well."

Qi Yulong eats meat, and his subordinates can't even give him a mouthful of soup.

He still has a lot of spiritual rice in his hand, and he still has to rely on Fang Wu to sell it.

"Qi Daoyou, there are not many spirit stones in the hands of the scattered cultivators, and there will be another spiritual rice auction in seven days, and there will not be much oil and water to squeeze in the future."

Qi Yulong laughed: "Then earn the last vote." ”

"The Five Elements Sect is short of people, so I earned the last spirit stone, and the auction of spirit rice is over, and I will give it to the Five Elements Sect."

The arrangement of loose cultivation is clear, squeeze out the spirit stones, and send them to the battlefield as cannon fodder.

"It's a good night, it's time to kill the fat sheep."

If you give out two hundred spirit stones, you must get them back from other places.

Jia Ren quietly watched the two leave, and decisively followed the tunnel to the residence of the Shen surname.

He didn't mean to remind Shen that the surname was Sanxiu.

I am not familiar with the surname Shen, so I can't take the risk of exposing the authenticity.

With the help of the convenience of the tunnel, Jia Ren arrived one step ahead of Qi Yulong and Fang Wu.

The underground chamber was empty, and there was a sound of conversation above.

"Shen Daoyou, sell me a few catties of spiritual rice."

"Fellow Daoists can't see death without help."

Someone came to the door to buy Lingmi?

"Daoist friends laughed, I don't have spiritual rice in my hand, I can't help it."

The surname Shen Sanxiu looked helpless, this is the hidden danger brought by the fair.

He has a close relationship with Fang Wu, and he has earned a large amount of spirit stones by making old stone houses, and there is no shortage of spirit rice in his hands, which is eye-catching.

He showed that he didn't have much spiritual rice in his hand, and no one would believe it.

The unknown Sanxiu said in a sad tone: "Isn't Shen Daoyou willing to give a way to live?" ”

"Fang Daoyou, why are you here?"

"I can't stand idly by and watch someone make trouble."

Shen surnamed Sanxiu looked surprised, Fang Wu helped him a lot, and his heart was full of gratitude.

Without waiting to say words of thanks, the long cone pierced the heart, leaving a bloody hole through the body.

The person who shot was none other than the trusted Fang Wu.

Until death, Shen surnamed Sanxiu looked incredulous.

"You are so bold, Shen Daoyou doesn't want to sell your spiritual rice, why don't you kill someone!"

Sanxiu was shocked and angry. Obviously, you killed someone, and the thief shouted to catch the thief.

A magic sword glowing with jade light shot out from the darkness, cutting off his head, and the unspoken words returned to the underworld.

Qi Yulong walked out of the dark corner, with a smile on his face.

"Shen Daoyou! I've avenged you! Go all the way! ”

The two cats cried and pretended to be merciful, deliberately squeezing out a few tears.

I don't know what to do, I mistakenly think that the two have a good relationship, and I don't think that the murderer is Fang Wu.

At the moment of entering the game, the ending of Shen Sanxiu was already doomed.

Qi Yulong and Fang Wu were in the Shen surname Sanxiu residence, looting valuable items.

Jia Ren already knew the ins and outs of the matter, and he was sad in his heart.

Holding back the irritability in his heart, he watched the two executioners share the spoils in the underground secret room.

"I almost forgot, Jia Ren didn't come to the fair?"

"Have you ever found out where he lives?"

"I haven't repaid him for making an old stone house."

Qi Yulong had never forgotten Jia Ren, and had planned to let him make an old stone house and cultivate it into his own money bag.

Wait until the old stone house business is over, kill people and seize money, and squeeze out the last value.

It's a pity that Jia Ren was too alert and didn't give a chance at all.

Jia Ren's escape nearly ruined the follow-up plan.

Qi Yulong has never been a generous person, and he will never let Jia Ren go.

"This man was too cautious, and the person sent to follow him pounced."

"Please rest assured, this person exchanged spirit rice for spirit turtles, and there is not much food in stock, so I don't believe he will come to the fair."

"At that point, it will be easy to kill him."

Qi Yulong nodded with satisfaction and left quickly.

Jia Ren took in the conversation between the two in his ears, and the murderous intent boiled in his heart.

These two guys are really haunted.

Sooner or later, I'll slaughter you!