Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

"As my junior sister said, high-five as an oath." Mo Jinghong raised his slender hand.

Feng Qingran stretched out her jade hand and was about to touch it.

Feng Qingran added, "If the prices are the same, I win."

Snapped! ——

After Feng Qingran finished speaking, she patted Mo Jinghong without giving him a chance to react.

Mo Jinghong's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, he seemed to have been deceived.

"What a shame! It's really hard for women and villains to take care of you!" Zhuo Yan stood on Mo Jinghong's shoulder, speaking in a parrot voice, and said the words in a precise manner.

Zhuo Yan looked at Mo Jinghong looking like he was willing to be deceived...

Zhuo Yan felt a heartache: It's over! The cabbages that have been raised at home for thousands of years are about to be lost to pigs!

After a long time, Zhuoyan finally couldn't help it and said these words to Feng Qingran. Feng Qingran directly plucked all the fur from its body...

Zhuoyan was laughed at by a group of spiritual beasts for a long time with his naked body.

Of course, this is all for later.

The scene returns to this moment.

Feng Qingran stared at Zhuo Yan with a smirk on her lips, "Seventh Senior Brother, your contracted beast looks pretty good. I wonder if the meat will smell good after being stewed?"

Mo Jinghong's eyes flashed slightly, "It is not afraid of water and fire. If you want to stew it, you must have ancient weak water and strange fire."

"Gah!——" Zhuo Yan shouted, wanting to say something else.

Mo Jinghong flicked his sleeves, and the burning flames disappeared.

Feng Qingran blinked her apricot eyes, she remembered everything the seventh senior brother said.

Feng Qingran didn't speak anymore. She listened to the bidding outside, her eyes rolling around, as if she was planning some bad idea again.

No. : "Two hundred and fifty million."

Feng Qingran's eyes were as bright as glass.

Listen to the voice, Baili Xuanqing from Xuanling Sect?

Feng Qingran remembered that Xuanling Sect seemed to be the master of formations and talismans. What use did they need the "Nine Swords of Tiangang"?

Are you planning to switch to sword practice?

Next door: "Twenty-five million."

Fire Cloud Sect Xiao Qingfeng, this guy doesn’t even need the "Nine Swords of Tiangang", right?

Feng Qingran's eyes flashed slightly, but the Fire Cloud Sect seemed to be very rich!

No. : "Two hundred and fifty-two million."

Tianjian Sect Xiao Hongyu, he bought it very reasonably. Feng Qingran's eyes were dark and dark, but she didn't want the skill to fall into Su Yanran's hands!

No. : "Twenty-six million!"

Number subconsciously shouted, "Twenty-seven million."

After the number was shouted, there was a moment of silence in the auction house.

Immediately afterwards, a cursing voice came, "Mom, can you tell me some rules? If you have more spirit stones on No. , why don't you just call it one billion!"

"I'd really like to thank you! I'm so lucky to have met you at this auction. I would be scared to pay for anything!"

"No. , it's your uncle's. If you keep shouting out the price, I will gather a crowd to beat you later..."

……

No. 's rough and arrogant voice sounded, "I follow the rules very well. I was led astray by No. . I don't have that many spirit stones at all! Otherwise, you all should stop bidding and watch me being carried." A good show from the auction...?"

Immediately, someone yelled angrily: "Damn it! No. , you scheming bitch, you almost led me astray!"

No. : "We would be stupid if we really didn't bid, million!"

The bidding sounds came one after another again.

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Boom boom boom! ——

Someone knocked on the side door of No. .

Mo Jinghong didn't move, Feng Qingran stood up and opened the door.

"Young disciple, are you here? I'm here to see your seventh senior brother." Ye Wentian's handsome face was filled with a flattering smile.

"Master, long time no see." Feng Qingran was thinking, back then, why did she think Ye Wen was an immortal?

Feng Qingran turned sideways to let Ye Wentian in and closed the door.

Ye Wentian sat directly on Feng Qingran's seat, looked at Mo Jinghong and whispered: "Jinghong, I want to buy the "Nine Swords of Tiangang", can you lend me a few hundred million?"

"You still lack high-level skills?" Mo Jinghong said with a half-smile.

Ye Wentian glanced at Feng Qingran and continued: "I have no shortage of high-level skills, but this "Nine Swords of Tiangang" is different. The reason why it is half-step to the immortal level is because it is incomplete."

"The "Nine Swords of Tiangang" is the first volume, and the second volume is called "Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire". The two volumes together are called "God-Slaying Technique". As a teacher, I came here just for this half of the "Nine Swords of Tiangang"."

After listening to Ye Wentian's words, Mo Jinghong knew that Ye Wentian's 'here' meant 'this small world'.

Mo Jinghong narrowed his eyes slightly, "God-Slaying Technique" is an ancient skill. If it is practiced to the ninth level, it can kill the heavens at the top and the emperor, gods and demons at the bottom.

It's just that from ancient times to the present, even Daluo Jinxian can only reach the third level at most.

But even after practicing to the third level, he can cut mountains and rivers with his sword and dominate forever.

"Master, buy it yourself. The spirit stone in my hand is still useful." Mo Jinghong refused unhurriedly.

Mo Jinghong always paid attention to the people outside shouting prices. He was waiting for a big fish.