"Huyan Daoyou, don't you want to make a deal, why do you make such a request?" Yang Weihong's expression froze, and he didn't hide it, but in his narrowed eyes, there was a faint hint of uneasiness.

"Hehe, Yang Daoyou said with a smile, trading, it is naturally something you and I want, if you don't have it, then the old man doesn't force it, it's just that there is no fixed wind and sand, so I can only continue to follow the old man!" Wang Mo smiled slightly, noncommittal.

But he sneered in his heart, this Yang Weihong's previous performance was by no means simple, if he didn't give him a little ruthlessness, maybe the other party would give him some trouble.

"Huyan Daoyou, you ......" Seeing him like this, Yang Weihong spoke to his lips, but he couldn't say anything, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, Huyan Daoyou, wait a minute, I want to discuss this matter with my brother!"

Wang Mo nodded noncommittally, and stretched out his hand slightly to signal the other party to be casual: "I hope Yang Daoyou won't discuss it for too long, the old man is in a hurry to go back to retreat and cultivate!"

Yang Weihong, who was just about to step out of the door, froze, turned around and bowed his hand to Wang Mowei, and then walked out.

Looking at the tight door, a cold glint flashed in Wang Mo's eyes.

From the moment Lu Fengluo appeared in the scorching sun shop, he felt that something was wrong.

But looking at Lu Fengluo's performance every time he appeared, he was completely a stupid pig with no brains, and he couldn't understand the situation.

Then there was the 'Senior Brother Jiang' he shouted, thinking of the ghost-faced cloud printed on Lu Fengluo's sleeve, as well as Yang Weihong's speech and demeanor, Wang Mo made a seemingly impossible request.

But it was this impossible request, and the other party actually agreed to discuss with his brother, which is otherwise a trick.

Wang Mo's eyes flashed with a light of thought, and he drank tea silently, this is not fighting strength, but fighting patience and wisdom.

......

Just as Wang Mo was thinking, Yang Weihong came to the small courtyard again and discussed with Jiang Zhenhua.

"Senior Brother Jiang, Hu Yanlie actually took out the uncertain wind and sand to make a deal!" Yang Weihong frowned tightly, and said what happened in the box before.

"Oh?" Jiang Zhenhua was also quite surprised, but thinking of the treasure he had been looking for for a long time, he couldn't help but ask, "What treasure does he want?"

"Blood Soul Red Spirit Iron!" Yang Weihong was slightly nervous and said word by word.

He knew very well the preciousness of this thing, and if Jiang Zhenhua didn't agree, they would have to make preparations again.

"What? What a big appetite!" Jiang Zhenhua also seemed to be taken aback, and his face changed: "Did this Hu Yanlie notice something? Why do you want this Blood Soul Red Spirit Iron alone? You must know that this treasure is in my Blood Soul Sect, and it is also something that only core disciples can have, and the production is so scarce, it is more precious than ordinary spiritual objects of the fourth order!"

"There shouldn't be, it's just that Senior Brother Lu suddenly appeared, which should have aroused his suspicions, this old boy has always been cunning, but he can't guess everything, and he has been collecting all kinds of refining materials for a while, according to what he said, he is really ready to refine a treasure!" Yang Weihong thought for a while, a little uncertain.

Although he has dealt with Hu Yanlie for more than 100 years, he is also a little uncertain at this time, and he always feels that 'Hu Yanlie' seems to have changed something.

"Hmph, forget it, although the Blood Soul Red Spirit Iron is precious, I still have a little bit, and the uncertain wind and sand are the most important thing for me now!" Jiang Zhenhua's eyes flashed with thought, and finally snorted coldly, his wrist flipped slightly, and the dark red light in his hand flashed, and there was an extra jade box.

Seeing this jade box, a trace of greed flashed in Yang Weihong's eyes, but he cautiously pressed it in the deepest part of his heart, because he knew that if he greeded for ink and ruined Jiang Zhenhua's big thing, he would probably have to take his blood.

Yang Weihong stepped forward to take the jade box, put it in the storage ring, and was about to say goodbye, but saw Jiang Zhenhua frown, and took out a blood-colored jade slip.

Black light and mist could be faintly seen on this jade slip, and a blood qi was mixed with a gloomy chill.

"I didn't expect it to be so soon!" Jiang Zhenhua flashed a trace of disdain in his eyes and said coldly.

Looking at the jade jian, Yang Weihong's face showed a look of understanding, bowed slightly at Jiang Zhenhua, and then withdrew from the room, leaving Jiang Zhenhua alone to stare at the jade jian and sneer.

.......

Wang Mo, who was sitting upright drinking tea, saw Yang Weihong walking in with a calm face, and couldn't help but put down the teacup and asked, "How is Yang Daoyou and Yang City Lord discussing?"

"Hehe, fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life!" Yang Weihong took out a jade box between his hands, placed it on the coffee table, and motioned for Wang Mo to inspect it.

Wang Mo was not polite, as soon as he removed the talisman seal on it, the lid of the box was swollen by the fluctuations of the vitality of the treasure in it.

Looking around, I saw a thumb-sized treasure lying in the jade box, with a trace of golden lines on it, and the whole was dark red and irregular.

Seeing this treasure, a flash of joy flashed in Wang Mo's eyes, it was the Blood Soul Red Spirit Iron that he couldn't find for a long time, but there was only this point, which made him a little dissatisfied: "Yang Daoyou, at such a point, you're not fooling me, are you?"

Back then, Sun Mingyun once said that this Blood Soul Red Spirit Iron was only unique to the Blood Soul Sect in the Demon Domain, and it was quite scarce.

"Huyan Daoyou, this Blood Soul Red Spirit Iron is hard for my brother to get, don't talk about Zhongyang City, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the outside world to find it, and to get this, my brother spent a lot of treasures to get it!" Yang Weihong saw that he was dissatisfied, and hurriedly explained.

"That's it!" Wang Mo's complexion changed for a while, and his palm lightly touched the Blood Soul Red Spirit Iron, feeling the coolness transmitted on it, thinking about how to use this treasure.

"I don't know what kind of treasure you want to refine?" Looking at Wang Mo with a happy face, Yang Weihong's eyes flashed with a hint of temptation.

"Hehe, this is an uncertain wind and sand, Yang Daoyou checked it and took out the remaining refining materials, but the old man is going back!" Hearing this, Wang Mo was stunned for a moment, then reacted and smiled slightly, took out a jade box in his backhand, and changed the topic.

In the bottom of my heart, I secretly reminded myself that in the face of things that I couldn't find for a long time, there would be times when I lost my mind.

"It's okay!" Seeing that he looked evasive, Yang Weihong didn't want to ask anything, opened the jade box, and after confirming that it was uncertain wind and sand, he took out a storage bag from his arms and handed it to Wang Mo.

After taking the storage bag, Wang Mo didn't even look at it, so he stuffed it into his arms, got up and said goodbye to Yang Weihong and left.

In this regard, Yang Weihong was not easy to keep, so he had to send it out in person.

After sending 'Hu Yanlie' away, Yang Weihong hurriedly walked inside and came to the inconspicuous courtyard again.

The sound transmission jade talisman was sacrificed, and after a short time, Yang Weihong entered it and handed over the jade box containing the uncertain wind and sand to Jiang Zhenhua.

As soon as he saw the jade box, Jiang Zhenhua couldn't wait to open it, and when the golden treasure like a little star appeared, Jiang Zhenhua finally couldn't help but look up and laugh: "Haha, it's good!

"Do things for Senior Brother Jiang, you should do it!" Yang Weihong said with a straight face.

"Lu Fengluo, Senior Brother Yang won't go for the time being, this sect has placed a ban on the periphery!" After a while, Jiang Zhenhua calmed down and put away the jade box and instructed.

"Oh, Senior Brother Jiang means, Senior Brother Lu...... No, Lu Fengluo has started to advance?" Yang Weihong asked with a look on his face.

"That's right, when he succeeds in his advancement, this sect will refine it again, and the Nine Soul Puppets of the Xuan Demon will be successfully refined, and then the chance of this sect breaking through to the Yuan Infant to survive the Heavenly Tribulation will increase by several percent!" Jiang Zhenhua said with a slight bow.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother, Congratulations Senior Brother, Yuanying is just around the corner!" Yang Weihong hurriedly stood up, made a big salute, and hurriedly congratulated.

"Where, where, this is all thanks to the help of Brother Ling and Senior Brother Yang, and the secret method of this sect can progress so quickly!" Jiang Zhenhua said modestly.

"Then the junior brother won't bother, take his leave!" Yang Weihong bowed his hand slightly, and then exited the room.

Not long after Yang Weihong left, Jiang Zhenhua's body flashed brightly, quickly disappeared, and quietly went out of the room.

......

In another elegant courtyard inside the Zhongyang Commercial Bank, the faint gray-red prohibition flickered outside, and the people who passed by here turned away one after another, as if they didn't notice the slightest, without even looking at it.

The exotic flowers and plants planted in the courtyard look bright on the outside, but in the place where they are invisible to the naked eye, there is an invisible silk thread that pulls the vitality in their bodies, spilling into the houses in the courtyard.

An undetectable roar and chill rumbled out of the room, but they were all isolated in the room.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a clear roar came from the room, as if suppressing something, bursts of strange vitality fluctuations, and ripples in the turbulent air.

Just as this ripple was about to break through the surrounding prohibition, a dark red light flashed in the air, and a figure appeared, it was Jiang Zhenhua.

Looking at the courtyard where fluctuations were heard from time to time, Jiang Zhenhua smiled coldly, and waved a ban with his right hand to the courtyard, and drove all the fluctuations that rushed out.

The figure moved slightly and walked into the courtyard, and those forbidden brilliance automatically moved away, as if welcoming Jiang Zhenhua.

I didn't see how he moved, but the phantom came to the door in a flash, and the door opened automatically, and a cold wind blew out, mixed with a ghost crying wolf howl, which made people shudder.

Jiang Zhenhua seemed to be unconscious, and he squinted his eyes slightly with enjoyment, sniffed a few times, and then looked inside.

I saw that the original palatial house was in a mess at this time, surrounded by black and red mist, and bursts of bloody air were surging.

There were seven shriveled corpses lying on the ground, and the clothes on their bodies were obviously four women and three men, with bulging eyes, gaping mouths, revealing empty throats, curled bodies, and scratches everywhere on the ground, all showing what kind of pain they had experienced in their lives.

Especially the three dried corpses dressed in men's clothes, there was a hole in their dantian, and it was obvious that someone had taken away the contents of the inside.

There was a person sitting on the bed inside, his whole body was surrounded by dark red mist, and there was a round but slightly mixed golden pill floating above his head, surrounded by three mottled fake pills, it was Lu Fengluo.

Looking at the situation, I don't know what kind of magic skills this Lu Fengluo is cultivating, so he killed the four maids and three guards, and took his fake pill to cultivate.