When Granny Nawu was having nowhere to vent her anger, a crystal clear spirit stone suddenly flashed with bursts of red light on a certain spiritual array on the top of the hall.

And when the red light flickered, an extremely piercing roar sounded around the hall.

Just when everyone didn't know why, Yang Hao keenly noticed that the face of the martial mother-in-law Tie Qing changed, and there was a solemn look on her face.

"I'm going to take care of something first, and I'll be back later. ”

frowned, and dropped this sentence lightly. Granny Nawu hurried to a place outside the hall.

Almost at the same time, the directors of the major auction pavilions galloped in a certain direction outside the hall in an almost identical manner.

The atmosphere in the hall was quiet for a while, and then erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

The people present were originally young people, but after the restraint was gone, the whole scene became much more lively.

And this group of people are all people in a circle, and they automatically gather together in twos and threes to chat, which is extremely enjoyable.

The red makeup next to Yang Hao was originally a pretty and unparalleled woman, and after a while, the red makeup was covered with all kinds of young men.

Yang Hao, who was squeezed to the side, smiled slightly, he originally liked to live alone, and he didn't mean anything else to red makeup.

Shaking his head, as soon as he turned around, Yang Hao walked to the long table with countless delicacies, pulled out the stool, and sat down immediately.

Looking at the table full of delicacies cooked by the bones and flesh of the Demon Beast and the spiritual materials of the Spirit Valley, Yang Hao was quite moved.

Clenched his chopsticks, he quickly wiped out the flesh and bones of a plate of first-order demonic beasts, and then immediately set his sights on another dish again, so that at the speed of repeating the cycle, after a very short time, Yang Hao's seat was filled with more than ten empty plates.

With such a gobbling appearance, the attendants on the side were a little dumbfounded.

"Boy, are you a starving ghost reincarnated?" said Boss Bai with some surprise.

"Hiccup!" Yang Hao ate and drank well, and didn't want to dwell on this issue, so he asked another question.

"By the way, Boss Bai, what conditions do I need to cultivate this Zhantian Thunder Body?" Yang Hao wiped the oil stains on his mouth and said.

"In addition to the thunder marrow you have now, as well as the five basic attribute spirits of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, you still need a root of the Dryad that is more than 10,000 years old!" said after a long groan.

"I've heard of the five basic attribute spirits. But what the hell is the root of this 10,000-year-old wood demon?" Yang Hao said with some doubts.

"Everything in the heavens and the earth is spiritual, and so are the trees!"

"The tree that has been formed for thousands of years is the Dryad, and this Dryad is a fifth-stage top-level existence comparable to the Battle-Honored Realm as soon as it is born. ”

"And the root tendrils are the existence of a demon core similar to a demonic beast!" said Boss Bai slowly.

"You mean I'm going to find a wood demon and split it in half?" Yang Hao had a headache, and his fingers lightly tapped the edge of the empty plate with a wry smile.

"That can't be helped! After all, it's a martial god cultivation thing!" Looking at Yang Hao, who was a little depressed, Boss Bai said.

"Get the wood spirit in front of you first!

In an empty room, Granny Wu and the other auction pavilion directors all stared at a huge black light curtain in front of them.

A ray of light flashed, and the black light curtain was bright, and a majestic man with long black hair in a gilded robe appeared on the light curtain.

This person is the pavilion master of the Southwest General Pavilion of the Auction Pavilion - Sikong Picking Stars.

"Everyone, do you know why I want to call everyone here?" On the light curtain, Situ Xingxing's long hair flew and said lightly.

"I don't know!"

"I don't know!"

The people present shook their heads and said in confusion.

"According to my senses, the Wood Spirit, which represents the birth of the will of the small space, was born not long ago! ”

"In other words, the representatives of the various sub-cabinets who went to the small space to collect medicine this time may be... Die!"

"It's up to you whether you want to cancel this contest or not!"

Situ Jiexing squinted his eyes slightly and said lightly.

"Then dare to ask the pavilion master! If this medicine collection competition is canceled, how will the items auctioned by each branch be distributed in the coming year?" asked a thin branch head with some anxiety.

"Divide it evenly!" As soon as the majestic words fell, they set off a wave among the heads of the various sub-cabinets.

If this competition is canceled, then many of the top-ranked sub-cabinets will not be able to rely on high-grade items to attract more popularity and profits, and this kind of result is not expected by many people.

Because the sub-pavilion master who brings more profit will undoubtedly receive more rewards than others. Among these rewards there may be something that others are jealous of.

This decision is not intended to have more advantages over those with slightly worse grades.

"Then it won't work! Our men are working hard in front!"

"It's impossible to let some bad branch be treated the same way we do!" Oba said in a cold voice in the room, his eyes glancing to the center.

"Fart! You Oba mean that the people in my Southern Imperial City are not as good as you in Harbor City!" At this time, Granny Wu was trembling with anger, and stared at Oba on the edge of the corner with an angry face.

"Hmph, but last time, your final ranking in the Southern Imperial City was not at the bottom!"

Oba shrugged his shoulders and said with a look of disdain.

Immediately, the two continued to argue, and even had a big fight.

"Enough!" Situ Jiexing above the light curtain looked displeased.

"You are all the heads of my auction pavilion!

"Since we can't talk about it!, let's hold it as usual!" After speaking, the light above the light curtain suddenly faded.

......

Just when Yang Hao was enjoying the food, a thunderous sound suddenly sounded in the originally lively hall.

Yang Hao put down the chopsticks in his hand and turned his head to look to the side.

It turned out to be Na Wu Yan roaring towards the leisurely Ao Feng on the side.

"You despicable bastard!"

"Last time, you tricked me into picking some thorn fruit and caused me to fall into the encirclement of a group of demonic beasts!"

Ao Feng held a glass of crystal jade full of wine, and his wrist shook gently, and said innocently.

"Cut! I'm as stupid as a cow! I blame others!"

"But are you people in Southern Imperial City all idiots?"

"Do I want you to drill my crotch?"

Some vicious sarcasm came out, causing the surrounding people to burst into laughter.

"You!"

Wu Yan, who was ridiculed, was furious in his heart, and as soon as he stepped on the soles of his feet, a momentum rose up.

The palm of the hand was slightly bent, and a not weak aura gushed out from the palm, and after a while, a little pale yellow aura wrapped around the arm to form an extremely exaggerated aura arm.

With a smile on his face, after drinking the wine in his hand, he stretched out his thumb and slammed down in the amazement of everyone.