Ma Shibo looked at Chen Fan, thought thoughtfully for a while, and spoke softly.

"You're at a loss, regardless of whether you can collect them all, can you really get the treasure with these remnants? And most of these places are full of all kinds of prohibitions, and you may fall into them if you are not careful. ”

"It's okay, I just changed it to see what suited my appetite. Chen Fan smiled, played carefully, and pretended to love it.

Time passed at the speed of time, and one treasure after another came to the stage to trade, and in the blink of an eye, most of the night was almost halfway over. But no one slept on the martial arts arena, and they all stared at the light curtain carefully.

Many extraordinary treasures were taken out one by one, but Chen Fan didn't see Wen Shenmu, and he had no interest in other treasures, so he yawned and continued to look at it boredly, hoping that Wen Shenmu would appear.

The sky gradually turned red, dawn was coming, and the exchange meeting was coming to an end, Chen Fan still didn't see Wen Shenmu, and kept sighing secretly.

"Fellow Daoists, what I am holding is the treasure Wen Shenmu. A white man from the Jinshan Sect came to the stage, and with a wave of his hand, a palm-sized purple wooden block flew out, and there were some strange patterns on the wooden block, which was quite extraordinary.

The eyes of many disciples lit up, and they all looked at the Wen Shenmu. Chen Fan glanced at Song Jia, and saw that she closed her eyes and recuperated, and she didn't seem to plan to replace this thing, and she had some doubts in her heart.

"I believe that everyone understands the effect, a piece of broken wood with the thickness of a finger can speed up the recovery of the divine soul, and what is the effect of my palm-sized Wen Shenmu, I must understand it without saying it, a fixed price, five hundred Qingling Pills or cultivation materials of the same value. The white man gestured, and many disciples who were about to exchange for Wen Shenmu were directly persuaded to retreat.

One Qingling Pill is almost equal to fifty spirit stones, and five hundred Qingling Pills will cost two thousand five hundred spirit stones, if Chen Fan changes them, the spirit stones will be spent.

After Chen Fan hesitated slightly, he said firmly: "I'll exchange with you!"

The monk on the stage was overjoyed, and was just about to fly towards Chen Fan when he was interrupted by a demon cultivator.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to exchange with you too!According to the rules, the one with the highest price will get it, and I will give you three thousand spirit stones!" A demon cultivator disciple with a tiger's back and a bear's waist said roughly, looking at Chen Fan with disdain.

"Three thousand three!" Chen Fan frowned slightly and spoke loudly.

"Three thousand five!" the demon cultivator squinted at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan took a closer look at him, and after finding that he didn't have any impression, he understood that this person was used as a knife and deliberately disgusted himself.

But he is also a devil, who would provoke himself without opening his eyes, and he has not been in the sect for a long time, and many disciples have never even seen each other, who will he provoke?

"Three thousand eight!" Chen Fan opened his mouth a little impatiently, looking at the demon cultivator disciple with murderous intent in his eyes.

Many disciples exclaimed, three thousand eight, this even a foundation building monk may not have so much value, but Chen Fan can actually have it in one Qi cultivation period.

However, looking for trouble at this time, no matter whether Chen Fan got Wen Shenmu in the end or not, this demon cultivator disciple had already entered his must-kill list, and no matter what, he would be killed.

The man was so frightened by Chen Fan that his heart trembled, and he subconsciously looked back, the disciple was huge, completely blocking Chen Fan's vision, so that Chen Fan couldn't see the person behind him.

Then the man turned pale and said weakly: "Four thousand spirit stones!"

There was an uproar at the scene, Chen Fan's brows were furrowed, he couldn't afford to bid, and glared at the demon cultivator disciple fiercely, the threat was very obvious.

Then he sighed and looked at Song Jia, he had no choice but to pin his hopes on Song Jia, hoping that she could buy this piece of Wen Shenmu.

It's a pity that Song Jia always squinted, as if he never opened his eyes, and he didn't mean to speak, Chen Fan returned to his seat in despair, and coldly watched the demon cultivator disciple Ah Shan Sect and the disciple of the Golden Mountain Sect leave after completing the transaction.

Chen Fan had a cold face, got up and was about to chase after Achamen, but was stopped by Ma Shibo.

"Don't come nonsense, if he dies, a fool can see that you did it, even if you are a devil, you will be punished extremely severely!"

"Even if I die, I will take that Wen Shenmu away!" Chen Fan said coldly, and immediately quickly activated the magic power in his body, and began to forcibly break free from Ma Shibo's control.

"Why?" asked Master Ma with a frown, no matter how hard Chen Fan tried, he couldn't break free from Master Ma's hand.

Chen Fan didn't answer, but slapped the storage bag, and the demon sword suddenly flew out, slashing in front of Ma Shibo's body with lightning and flint, forcing him to let go of himself.

Ma Shibo knew that he couldn't stop the sudden demonization sword, so he let go of the hand that grabbed Chen Fan and looked at him with complicated eyes.

Chen Fan's move attracted the attention of many people in the martial arts arena.

Chen Fan took back the Demon Sword, chased after Ah Yamen, and quietly stuffed the note he had already written to Uncle Ma before leaving. He had already planned it, if he couldn't buy the Wen Shenmu, Song Jia wouldn't want to make a move, go over there and grab it, even if he died, he would have to grab a piece for Li Yuqing!

"Don't blame the uncle, Chen Fan thanks the uncle for taking care of him for many years, there is nothing to repay, there is a pill left in the Demon Pavilion, it can be regarded as Chen Fan's return over the years, if I really ...... Please also ask Uncle Ma to take care of the Chen family of the Broken Iceberg for me, Chen Fan!" Uncle Ma swept his thoughts, looked at Chen Fan's lonely back blankly, and stopped talking several times.

"Cannibalism is a big crime, if you don't strike first, Uncle Ma will be able to protect you, eh!" Uncle Ma stomped his feet and spoke helplessly.

A team of four monks, under the instruction of Song Jia and the other three great elders, rushed towards the direction where Chen Fan left, although there was no evidence to prove that Chen Fan wanted to kill someone, but he acted against the elders of the same sect in public, and he must be punished.

At the foot of the Moon Mountain, a demon cultivator with a solemn face was rushing towards the Demon Pavilion with all his might, not looking back at the blood red that was getting closer and closer.

"Damn, he's only an eighth-level Qi cultivator, why is his speed faster than my tenth-level Qi training!"

"Senior brother ahead, please stop, senior brother Chen Fan has a few questions to ask!" Chen Fan spoke slowly in a cold tone, and every word was like thunder.

"The devil believes you!" Ah Tamon murmured sarcastically, not only did not slow down, but faster.

"Hmph, force Chen to do it!" A cold glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes, and the demon sword waved lightly.

"Soul Slashing Sword!" said softly, the first sword of the Nine Demon Seeking Swords, the Soul Slaying Sword!

The thin demonic qi in the air was aroused, and bursts of turbulent demonic qi poured from everywhere, condensing into a demonic sword of about three feet out of thin air.

This sword is the soul slashing sword, the invisible is better than the tangible, if it goes to fight with others, it may only be equal. If you use it for sneak attacks or something, then the real effect of this sword, the soul slashing, will be exerted.

The Soul Slaying Sword quickly approached the Aza Gate, and the speed was terrifying.

"The ghost is not gone!"

Ah Men scolded angrily, and then turned around in the air, his demonic energy was running, and suddenly three wolf-headed phantoms appeared behind him, looking at Chen Fan with a fierce face towards him flying towards the Soul Slashing Sword and the Imperial Sword.

"Moon Roar!"

Adamon pinched his hands and turned a lilac in his eyes, looking up at the moon.

Then the three heads behind him did the same, looking at the moon.

"Whew!"

The three wolf heads roared in unison, and a circle of purple light came out of Ah Damen's body, colliding with the Soul Slaying Sword. Then, after the purple light slowly dissipated, the Soul Slaying Sword was also very dim and had lost its effect.

"Blood Demon Technique!" Chen Fan's heart moved, and a strange red color wrapped his whole body, and there was a burst of bloody smell wafting out.

Then Chen Fan jumped continuously, and in the blink of an eye, he approached the Atta Gate, and with a swing of his sword, the demonic qi turned into a blood dragon and flew towards the Atta Gate with teeth and claws.

"Silver wolf!"

Ah Damen opened his mouth coldly, and the three wolf heads behind him instantly flew out and gathered together, turning into a silver giant wolf about half a zhang long and rushing towards the blood dragon that was more than ten zhang long.

"Hmph!" Chen Fan moved his body again, getting closer to Ah Damen, and the two began to entangle.

The red and yellow colors kept flashing at the foot of the Moon Mountain, and there were bursts of spell explosions, and everyone on the field understood that someone was fighting.

"Who is making trouble at this grand event?" Song Jia just glanced at the foot of the Moon Mountain lightly and slowly spoke.

Many disciples looked at each other and said that they had been paying attention to the stage and had not noticed anything.

"Great Elder, there should be a disciple fighting privately at the foot of the Moon Mountain, and Ma Qihang is willing to take someone to suppress the troublemakers!"

"Senior Brother Ma, I hope you don't get emotional!"

Song Jia coldly said a word to him and nodded lightly.

"Obey!" Ma Shibo arched his hand, turned around and turned into white thunder and lightning and quickly left.

"Thunder Technique! Some of you Qiu Meng have actually learned this technique, but it's a pity, this person hasn't married yet, otherwise in the entire Western Hundred Sects, I'm afraid that there is no Yuan Infant Monk who is his opponent!" Wang Mu looked at the thunder and lightning that Master Ma turned into in shock, and opened his mouth in a daze.

"Wang Daoyou has a good reputation, remember that if you lose later, don't forget to bet!" Song Jia smiled and shook his head.

"Hmph, it's just a piece of Wen Shenmu, it's not enough to make the old man break his promise!" Wang Muleng snorted and spoke.

At the foot of the Moon Mountain, Chen Fan was already entangled with Adamen, and the body of this Atamen was also very strong, and it was actually comparable to Chen Fan's body that had soaked in the medicine pool.

"Demon cultivation is really strong!" Chen Fan opened his mouth in surprise in his heart, but his face was not showing any emotion, calmly coping with the attack of Azamen.

I saw that the hands of this Ah Damen were like wolf claws, and there were extremely sharp nails as a killing weapon, and Chen Fan, who was close to him, suffered a lot, and several thin cuts had been cut on his chest.

Just as Ah Damen grabbed Chen Fan's chest with one claw, and the next grasp was ready to grab at his throat, and continued to attack Chen Fan.

Chen Fan just dodged a grab, raised his leg and kicked between Ah Damen's legs, forced Ah Damen's next grab back, and made him fall to the ground with a pale face, feeling the hot pain between his legs.

"Shameless and obscene!" Ah Men looked at Chen Fan with angry eyes.

"Who is instructing you?" Chen Fan slashed off Ah Damen's right hand with a sword, and suddenly the ground was blood-red, and the stump fell to the ground.

The heart-rending roar of the Aza Gate resounded in the sky, and Chen Fan looked indifferently at the demon cultivator disciple under his feet, and spoke coldly.

"I'll ask you again, who is instructing you, and if you don't say it, then I'll cut off your arm again!"