Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

There is a black market auction house a hundred miles away from the top of Wangya. As long as you have money, you can buy all the items in it.

As the martial arts tournament is approaching, the auction house is crowded with people, all wanting to buy one or two of their favorite magic weapons so that they can show off their skills in the martial arts tournament.

The magical artifacts auctioned in the previous sessions were all sold at prices a hundred times higher than the original price.

Bei Yi stood on the third floor, looking down at the items on the auction table. None of them caught his eye. He won the black dragon ax many years ago and also had a bloodstone sword given to him by his master. He named the bloodstone sword after Mo Chen. He has no shortage of artifacts.

Halfway through the auction, an iron cage covered with black cloth appeared on the stage.

"What is this?"

The boss who reported the auction said: "I believe everyone has heard about this thing but has never seen it with their own eyes. Today, everyone can feast their eyes on it."

The black curtain was torn down.

A man cowered in the cage, wearing a white gauze, pale skin, long and curly hair, and red eyes.

"Is this a slave auction?"

"Why take pictures of people? It's boring."

"This guy has great looks. It would be great to take him home and become a male favorite."

The boss raised his hand to signal everyone to keep quiet: "This thing is for people from the Demon Realm. I believe everyone has heard about it. People from the Demon Realm can make it into elixirs and take it when they are young. It can break bottlenecks and improve their cultivation. They are born with the blood of the Demon Realm. People from the Demon Realm can even condense demonic energy after practicing. The blood of the Demon Realm is their heart blood, and drinking it can improve their cultivation. Double cultivation with it can purify their spiritual power and improve their cultivation. In short, it is a good thing to improve their cultivation. "

The people in the audience were shocked. It was rumored that the people from the Demon Realm disappeared from the world a hundred years ago, and now they have reappeared.

The world was amazed not only by the appearance of the man from the Demon Realm, but also by his efficacy.

"Is it enough to bleed every day and drink it?" someone asked.

The boss nodded: "Double cultivation and blood drinking are both acceptable."

Everyone was amazed.

Bei Yi stared at the man in the cage. The man was skinny and pale, like a withered leaf that would disappear with the wind in the next moment.

"The starting price is ten thousand spiritual stones."

The moment Bei Yi looked at the man, he sighed. We are both from the Demon Realm, do we want to die without saving him?

"Just in case."

"Twenty thousand"

"Twenty-eight thousand."

"Thirty thousand."

Bei Yi held up a sign: "Fifty thousand."

Everyone looked at him one after another. Fifty thousand spiritual stones were really rich.

After saving the angry young man, Beiyi arranged for him to stay in a room and gave him some silver: "You can rest in this room, I'm next door. If you need anything, call me. Take the money and leave here tomorrow." Don’t come back.”

"Thank you, Master, for saving your life. My name is Jin Jiang. Master, why don't you stay with me and practice cultivation with you to repay your life-saving grace?"

"No, you have a good rest and leave early tomorrow morning." Bei Yi closed the door and continued to stare at the auction table.

As soon as he left the room, there were soft footsteps on the stairs. When he looked back, he saw Xiao Lin coming towards him. His steps were sloppy, his breathing was disordered, and he seemed to be seriously injured.

Bei Yi supported him and led him into the room

Because Bei Yi had changed his appearance and could not see his true appearance, Xiao Lin only said: "Thank you, Master, for the rescue."

After saying that, he fainted.

Bei Yi took off Xiao Lin's shirt and looked at the shocking scars and a serious injury on the chest. He immediately fed him a pill, but the pill had no effect.

Bei Yi was just about to cast a spell to heal his wounds, but when he stretched out his hand, he realized that he had no spiritual power. He suddenly remembered that now he had no inner energy, his spiritual power was gone, and there was only demonic energy, which could not heal his wounds.

Bei Yi guarded him for a moment and then went to test Xiao Lin's Neiyuan. His spiritual power was so low that his spiritual energy was even broken. Even his breath was weakened and his Neiyuan was seriously damaged.

Bei Yi wondered how he could be so seriously injured, how could a monster hurt him so deeply, his skills should be similar to Han Ziyu's, how could he be injured like this.

The auction was still in full swing. Bei Yi opened the door and came to the first floor, intending to buy some good elixirs to heal Xiao Lin's injuries.

"This lot is an ancient magic medicine that can heal all internal and external injuries, even repair damaged internal organs, open up spiritual veins, and help connect bones and muscles." The boss said with regret, "Hey, such a precious medicine can still I really don’t want to put it up for auction.”

"I want to shoot."

"how much is it?"

The boss knocked on the table: "Fifty thousand spiritual stones."

Bei Yi felt a sense of hostility, looked to the side and forward, and met Xi Qing's eyes. Although he changed his appearance, Xi Qing saw through it at a glance.

Xi Qing stood next to Han Ziyu: "Master, this magical medicine will help you."

Before Xi Qing finished speaking, he heard Bei Yi say: "One hundred thousand spirit stones."

Xi Qing was indignant: "Twenty thousand."

Bei Yi stared at Han Ziyu's face, but could not touch his eyes. He was like a stranger in his eyes. Bei Yi raised his sign again: "One hundred and fifty thousand."

Xi Qing: "Two hundred thousand."

"Two hundred and fifty thousand."

Everyone at the scene took a breath, how heroic this is, 250,000, but it can buy this auction house.

Xi Qing stared at Bei Yi with murderous intent: "Three hundred thousand."

Bei Yi smiled softly: "Three hundred and fifty thousand."

Xi Qing wanted to increase the price, but when he was about to raise his sign, Han Ziyu held him down.

Xi Qing was so angry that he threw away the sign: "Master, Master, that medicine is extremely important to you, Master"

"No need to say any more."

Xi Qing begged: "Master, if we buy it, we can"

"What can I do?" Han Ziyu said coldly, "I don't need it, just stay in seclusion for half a year."

Seeing the magic medicine being taken away by Bei Yi, Xi Qing gritted his teeth. He stared at Bei Yi's leaving figure. "You bitch, let's see if I don't kill you. If it weren't for you, a heartless white-eyed wolf, to drag down the master, how could the master be dragged down?" It will end up like this.

Bei Yi took the medicine and returned to the third floor. He sat by the bed and cast a spell to break the seal of the magic medicine, and then integrated the medicine into Xiao Lin's inner essence.

Xi Qing hesitated for a moment and wanted to discuss with Bei Yi to give him money to buy the magic medicine.

When Xi Qing pushed the door open, he found Xiao Lin lying in Bei Yi's arms, coughing. Only the wooden box containing the magic medicine was left in front of him. It was obvious that the medicine had been taken.

Bei Yi was a little flustered when he saw the visitor. After a moment, he thought that Han Ziyu had severed all ties with him, so there was nothing to panic about: "Is something wrong?"

"Bei Yi, you are still shameless. You actually gave Xiao Lin this medicine. What will Master do?"

"Han Ziyu is not injured. Can't you see that Xiao Lin is seriously injured and needs this medicine? Don't stand there if you don't have anything else to do."

Xi Qing raised the green dragon and pointed it at him: "Bei Yi, if one day you dare to hurt the master, I will definitely kill you."

"Should I kill him? Haha, the Love Gu is still in my body, I won't kill him." Bei Yi said frustrated.

Xi Qing raised the Green Dragon Sword: "From now on, we will never know each other when we see each other. This is the love between classmates and brothers."

With a sizzle, a corner of the robe was cut off, and the rags fell to the ground.

Bei Yi responded: "Yeah."