Crazy involution in male-oriented novels, my senior brother has set his sights on me

Qian Duoduo went back happily to arrange the auction. This time he must supervise it personally and make sure to satisfy Immortal Venerable Nanyou.

Qian Duoduo left, leaving Lin Hao, who was doubting his life.

Are all fans so good at self-imagination?

Lin Hao shuddered, stopped thinking about it, and continued with today's task. He had been delayed for too long, and if he didn't hurry up, he probably wouldn't be able to finish even three quarters of the way.

Qian Duoduo was worthy of being the young master of Feihuafang. He acted very quickly. Within just a few days, most of the cultivation world knew that a sword forged from Yanghuo meteorite was going to be auctioned.

All the families that had young people who needed a fire-attributed natal sword, as well as the elders of the major sects, began to happily collect spirit stones, hoping to obtain this low-grade spirit weapon contract as a natal sword for their young people.

Just when everyone was excitedly collecting spirit stones, one person was not very happy.

Lie Yan looked at the invitation letter that had just been sent by the auction house. His hand holding the invitation letter was shaking. The invitation letter had been deformed by him.

But he restrained himself from destroying the paper in his hand. After all, he still had to go in and see with his own eyes whether it was really the sword he had made some time ago.

But... Yangxing meteorite, forged by the leader of Xuanling Sect himself...

Shit! What are you still going to do? Isn't this the natal sword he just made for that bastard Nanyou's apprentice?

"Boom!" The tea table in front of him finally couldn't withstand Lie Yan's rage and shattered into pieces.

Damn! This dog! Didn't he say he was going to make a natal sword for his little apprentice? Why did he sell it right away?

It’s a pity that I spent several months and so carefully forging this sword!

He had never seen anyone more despicable than Nanyou!

No matter how incompetent and furious Lie Yan was over there, Chang Ziqing didn't receive any signal at all.

He was still full of expectations for the auction in a few days. Not to mention that he was worthy of being chosen as the young master of Feihuafang, he was extremely satisfied with Chang Ziqing's execution ability.

Whenever there was a younger generation in the family who was suitable for this sword, Qian Duoduo would emphasize the sword when sending invitations to each family.

It seems like I should be able to make a lot of money this time.

"Auction? Low-grade spiritual weapon?"

The voice was hoarse and eerie, and it was in an inconspicuous corner of the tavern. The blood puppet was wearing a black robe that covered his entire body, and a hood on his head that made it impossible to see his face. Only a few strands of white hair were exposed, and his already skinny body was made even thinner by the wide black robe.

Blood Puppet listened to the people around him discussing the upcoming auction held by Feihuafang.

"I have been here for two months, but I haven't found any clues about the artifact. Could it be that the artifact has left Chiyan City? Let's search for a few more days. If we still can't find it, we have to go back."

Picking up the wooden crutch beside him, the blood puppet left the tavern tremblingly.

His back figure was no different from that of an ordinary old man, and there was no sign that he had reached the Void Refinement Realm.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the auction, and everyone happily brought their children into the auction.

Only one person stands in stark contrast to the others.

Lie Yan's gloomy face was out of tune with the cheerful atmosphere around him. He didn't want to come, but he still wanted to come in and see for himself if it was the sword.

When he reached the door but hadn't entered yet, Lie Yan saw a figure that made him grit his teeth.

"Chang! Zi! Qing!"

Lie Yan's voice was not loud but he did not intend to cover it up.

Zhang Ziqing immediately heard someone calling his name, and it was his real name, not his Taoist name. He was a little curious about who was calling him, and turned around to see Lie Yan, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, not far behind him.

Lie Yan was trying hard to push through the crowd, and his expression, as if he wanted to eat him alive, made Chang Ziqing feel a little guilty.

He ran away subconsciously, with Lie Yan following closely behind.

The two of them quickly left the crowded streets and were chased by Lie Yan across most of the city. Chang Ziqing couldn't help but sigh at the other party's persistence.

The distraction just now almost caught up with Lie Yan, so Chang Ziqing quickly accelerated and put some distance between himself and Lie Yan again.

Until they ran to a quiet and deserted alley, Zhang Ziqing really didn't want to continue chasing each other.

If I had known this earlier, I would have rushed directly into the auction just now. Would Shi Lieyan dare to cause trouble in the auction?

Suddenly I thought of Lie Yan's hot-tempered eldest son Qing: "..."

Maybe it will...

He has always treated the magical instruments he made with his own hands as his own children.

Fortunately I ran out.

Otherwise, if Lie Yan really caused trouble at the auction and was seen by so many people, the two of them would probably be laughed at by the entire cultivation world for a long time.

If I had known this would happen, I would have sold it to Lie Yan. At most, I could have extorted a few more spirit stones. After all, the Xuanling Sect has money.

Seeing Zhang Ziqing stop, Lie Yan rolled up his sleeves. "You were running! Why didn't you run anymore?"

Zhang Ziqing shook his head, and Lie Yan thought he had given in, so he loosened his fist slightly. Lie Yan was always soft-hearted, and as long as Zhang Ziqing apologized to him, this matter could be discussed.

But the eldest son Qing's next move almost made him faint from anger.

Zhang Ziqing pointed his finger at the sun in the sky and said, "The auction is about to start. I want to see how much the sword was sold for."

"Chang! Zi! Qing!"

Lie Yan, whose anger had originally subsided, could no longer suppress his rage this time and raised his hand to hit Chang Ziqing.

The eldest son was prepared early in the morning and dodged to the side.

"If we continue to fight, we will miss the auction."

Lie Yan was already so angry at Chang Ziqing that he lost his mind and continued to punch him. His anger spread throughout the quiet and deserted alley along with his voice.

"If you miss it, you miss it! What does it have to do with me?"

Zhang Ziqing looked at the fist that was just about to hit him in the face, and a drop of cold sweat flowed down his face.

It was a close call, I almost got disfigured.

"It doesn't matter if there is none. Just think about what would happen if the sword was bought by a rich kid? Isn't that your son?"

Zhang Ziqing had known Lie Yan for many years and had some understanding of his character. It was useless to say anything now, so he just mentioned the sword that was most useful.

Although the eldest son Qing had already instructed Feihuafang to eliminate those second-generation rich people.

The invitations were distributed to all those with good qualifications, but Zhang Ziqing didn't dare to say it now, otherwise Lie Yan would never stop.

As expected, when the word "son" was mentioned, Lie Yan immediately regained his senses and his swung fist stopped in mid-air.

Thinking about how the sword he had worked so hard to forge ended up in the hands of a second-generation rich man who was just waiting to die, Lie Yan's angry face gradually twisted.

The eldest son Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief as he won the bet.

"Has the auction started?"

Although Lie Yan still wanted to tear his eldest son Qing to pieces, he suppressed his anger when he thought that his "son" was still waiting for his rescue.

Seeing that the crisis was over, the eldest son Qing raised his head leisurely and looked at the position of the sun. It was time to start.

The veins on Lie Yan's forehead bulged again, and he hurriedly pulled his eldest son Qing and rushed towards the auction.

"Then why don't you hurry back! Chang Ziqing! If my son is sold to a second-generation rich guy, you can wait for me to kick both of you off the Blazing Volcano!"