I, Panda, am super fierce!

The sudden coercion in this area alarmed the power of San Xiumeng who was sitting in Yongcheng.

Just as Yi Zhou changed his position on Si Heng's body, the voice above his head stopped.

"Hmm~"

What's wrong.

"Someone is here." Si Heng said, picked up the little hairball on his leg and put it on his shoulder, then got up and walked out the door: "Let's go see."

The courtyard door opened, Xiao Er saw the monk coming out, and hurriedly bowed and explained: "Senior, this is Master Shen Ze, I have something to ask you for."

Shen Ze Zhenren is the great power in the fusion stage of Yongcheng, one of the best in the Sanxiu League, and the owner behind this shop.

Xiao Er also felt the coercion before, when he was directly pressed, he vomited blood, and now the inner palace is in pain.

And as soon as that coercion disappeared, real Shen Ze came to find him...

Thinking of this, Xiaoer's attitude became more respectful. This kind of power at the top of the cultivation world is not something that low-level monks like them can afford to offend. If they are accidentally offended, they may not even know how to die.

Shen Ze Zhenren is a big realm higher than Si Heng, and those who have mastered the cultivation world are teachers.

So Si Heng first bowed to the real Shen Ze: "Senior."

His expression was calm, his tone was cold, and he had the unique noble appearance of a sect disciple, but a plush monster sitting on his shoulders with his legs crossed made him look soft again.

Daoist Shen Ze has always looked down on the disciples of the sect. These people have been raised by the sect since they were young. They never worry about exercises, magic weapons and other things.

However, this kind of careful thinking would never be superficial, so at this time he was kind and asked if the incident in the city just now had something to do with Si Heng.

This kind of problem is not suitable for talking outside the door, but Si Heng has no intention of inviting people in, and directly admits it generously at the door.

And Xiao Er, who had not had time to retreat, was forced to listen to the two seniors chatting like this. He was under great pressure and did not dare to make any movement. After the two people's conversation was over, he hurriedly saluted Si Heng again, and then The real Shen Ze left together.

When turning around, Xiao Er accidentally saw the monster on the senior's body, a round monster, very cute, saw him looking over, and opened his mouth to smile at him.

That senior had a bad temper, but the monster was pretty good. Thinking of this, Xiao Er moved forward a little faster.

The accident ended with Si Heng paying a fine of [-] top-grade spirit stones, but until the two left and the master and apprentice turned to enter the door, Yi Zhou didn't figure out what his master had committed.

He stood up from Si Heng's shoulders, resting his forefoot on his head, exerting a little force on his body, just enough to kick back.

The little hairball sat on the top of his head, holding the jade hair crown to stabilize his body, stretched his face forward, and hummed with his head down.

what did you do

"It's just a small matter." The jade crown on his head was torn apart by the hairball, Si Heng stretched out his hand and pulled him off, and slapped him on the buttocks: "It's getting more and more lawless."

The little apprentice was paralyzed, stared at him with his head up, then narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth and stuck out his little tongue, swaying up and down.

Si Heng: ...

The result of Yi Zhou's skinning was: Si Heng pulled him into his arms and rubbed him back and forth, and when he was released, all the hair on his body exploded.

The fur on his body fell into his nose, causing him to sneez several times in a row. Yi Zhou rubbed his nose, finding it inconvenient, and changed back to his original shape. clothing.

After turning into a human form, his IQ returned to normal, and Yi Zhou stopped messing around.

He took out another futon from the storage bag, put it on the ground and sat on it, and continued to listen to the master's experience.

After talking like this until the evening, Si Heng took him out.

On the way, Yi Zhou couldn't hide his excitement, and kept guessing what would appear.

"Is there something particularly delicious?"

"might have"

The eyes of the little boy beside him brightened up: "What do you eat?"

Si Heng turned to look at him: "I don't know either."

The two masters and apprentices walked for a long time before arriving at the place. Yi Zhou stood outside the building, looked up at the "Dark Pavilion" plaque above, and asked, "Is this the place?"

Si Heng nodded: "This is it."

There are guards at the entrance, and you need to pay five low-grade spirit stones to enter.

After walking in, there is another world inside.

It looks like an octagonal attic from the outside, but the inside is invisible at a glance, and there are booths at intervals.

Yi Zhou looked around, a little disappointed: "It seems nothing special."

What the stalls sell are just some spiritual herbs, monsters, magic weapons or elixir, which can also be found outside.

That is, the monsters sold are all alive, not cooked ones.

"It's not here." Si Heng pulled him inside, walked to the booth in the innermost corner, and threw out a top-quality spirit stone.

This booth is very strange, there are several unrecognizable jade slips on it, the color of the jade slips is warm and moist, but the carvings on them are different.The stall owner didn't seem enthusiastic at all, and when someone came to ask, he didn't say a word.

After receiving the spirit stone handed over by Si Heng, the stall owner took out a jade slip from his body and handed it over with both hands. The jade slip was different from the one on the table, with red marks on it, as if they were constantly wandering.

Yi Zhou looked at it strangely, but Si Heng had no intention of explaining it. He led people to find a staircase and went up to the second floor.

There was no guard between the first floor and the second floor, but when Yi Zhou walked halfway, he felt as if he had passed through an invisible membrane.

"There is a magic circle here, and only those who have the jade slips can pass through." Si Heng said quietly.

After saying this, Yi Zhou recalled that this staircase also appeared suddenly.

Si Heng saw what he was thinking, and said affirmatively: "There is also a magic circle on the stairs, and you can't find it without the jade slip."

After finishing speaking, he rubbed his head again, and added: "It's not too stupid."

When they were talking, the two walked into the second floor, and as soon as they entered, Xiu, a beautiful woman, came up to him: "Senior, please show me the jade slip."

Si Heng handed over the thing in his hand, and the nun bent down to take it, with a respectful attitude: "Senior, please follow me."

Said to lead the way ahead.

The second floor looks a bit higher than the first floor, and it is also octagonal, with seven sides being seats and only one side being a high platform.

The female cultivator led the two of them up the stairs until they reached an Accord.

She pushed open the door and ushered the two in.

Accord is not big, there are only four chairs and a bronze mirror in the room, there are several plates of spiritual fruits on the table between the chairs, the fragrance is attractive.

The bronze mirror shows the appearance of the high platform, and there is no one on the high platform now.

"Senior, please wait a moment, there is still a quarter of an hour to start the dark code." The female cultivator said next to them, and introduced the bronze mirror to them: "If the senior sees something later, you only need to put a spirit into the bronze mirror." strength, you can participate in the item competition."

Si Heng nodded, and the female cultivator saw that the two of them seemed to have nothing else to do, so she blessed herself again and withdrew.

As soon as she left, Yi Zhou jumped off the chair and leaned in front of the bronze mirror.

This mirror looks very ordinary, and it feels no different from ordinary mirrors. Yi Zhou looked at it again and again, but he didn't understand the trick, so he was no longer interested.

The other side of the Accord is the window, Yizhou went over, tried it, and found that it could be opened.

There are rows of seats outside the window, which are almost full of people now, waiting for this dark ceremony to start.

He looked at it for a while, but didn't see anything interesting, so he ran back, picked up a fruit on the plate, and took a bite: "Why do you need this mirror when you can see things you can see by opening the window? "

"The spirit stones that have been paid more must reflect something different." Si Heng said as he wiped away the juice that flowed from his mouth.

He didn't pay much attention to these extra "privileges". The reason why he chose the Accord was because of its large space, and secondly, he felt that the spiritual fruit inside would definitely suit the young apprentice's taste.

As for the most important point, he is not short of money.

After eating a fruit, the dark code officially began. A monk went up on the high platform and explained the rules of the auction, and then the first item was brought up.

It was a flaming long sword. As soon as the sword was on the stage, the temperature of the entire second floor became higher. For a moment, Yizhou's eyes were filled with lava.

Apparently he was not the only one who had this illusion. After a short breath, the arena became a little boiling.

The cultivator on the high platform raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling to be quiet, and then introduced: "This sword has the same name, it is a high-grade treasure, suitable for monks with violent skills, as for the power, I think all fellow Taoists have seen it, Pindao will not go into details, but the starting price is [-] high-grade spirit stones, and each time the price is increased by no less than [-] high-grade spirit stones, the auction starts now."

The magic weapons in the realm of comprehension, from low to high, are magic weapon-treasure weapon-spiritual weapon. Each grade is divided into lower, middle and upper three grades. Top-grade treasures are already very powerful magic weapons.

As soon as he finished speaking, several voices rang out, and after a while, the price of that piece reached eight thousand high-grade spirit stones.

The price was still going on, and Yi Zhou lay down by the window, holding another spiritual fruit in his hand, eating the fruit and watching the show.

He has no idea about this sword, the name of Fuji is not good, and it is not good-looking, and it is very hot just by looking at it.

Yi Zhou gnawed a piece of fruit, and opened his mouth wide when he heard someone below call the price to 20 yuan for the top-quality spirit stone.

"Master, craftsmen can really make money." The spirit fruit was almost eaten by him in a short while, Yi Zhou threw the core aside, walked up to the master and held out his hand to him.

Si Heng tapped on his hand, and the sticky hand became dry. He took out another piece of fruit from the plate, lay down on Si Heng, gnawed it, and said, "If you practice anything, there are dozens of fruits. A top-grade spirit stone, if I know how to do it, then I won’t have to worry about spending money.”

Yi Zhou snapped his fingers while talking, and calculated that if a high-grade treasure is produced in seven days, each magic weapon is worth 500 high-grade spirit stones, but in one year, he can earn [-] yuan of top-grade spirit stones.

"Then I'm sure I can buy whatever I want to eat."

Si Heng smiled and listened to him dreaming, and did not tell him how many times a craftsman had to fail in the first place before he could refine a low-grade magic weapon.

He will know this matter when he comes into contact with it, he thought happily, and hoped that the little apprentice would not cry in the future.

After the price of Bu Er rose to 20 yuan for the best spirit stone, the increase slowed down, until it rose to 32 yuan, and no one raised the price.

The monks on the high platform waited for a while to confirm that there was no one bidding before announcing the result.

The talisman was sent to the bidder, who took out the storage bag and handed it over with a face full of pain, then took the sword from the waiter, bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood on it, and began to meditate on the spot.

Yi Zhou was shocked by this situation again, he let out a wow, his face was full of surprise: "It's actually a sacrifice now."

A monk's heart and blood are precious, and losing even one drop will seriously damage his vitality.But the magic weapon refined with the blood of the heart is more connected with the master's mind, and can exert extraordinary power. At the same time, this is also a very dangerous thing, and if you don't pay attention, you will be backlashed.

In Yi Zhou's view, the sacrifice must be held in a very quiet and safe place.

"Although fighting is forbidden in Yongcheng, with luck, the guards may not find it." Si Heng stood beside him and looked down: "There is a cultivator who has transformed into a god in this dark pavilion. Everyone is a guest of the dark pavilion, and it is safer to perform sacrifices here than to go out with an unowned magic weapon."

"Oh." Yi Zhou seemed to understand, and while he was talking, the next lot came up. It was a baby spirit fruit. The baby spirit fruit tree blooms for 3000 years, and it takes another 3000 years to bear fruit. Each time it bears ten pieces, it is the Huaying Pill main drug.

As soon as he came out, countless monks in the arena stood up, with enthusiasm that was bound to win on their faces.

When a monk builds a foundation, his lifespan will rise to two hundred, and when he breaks through to Jindan, his lifespan will be five hundred, while Yuan Ying can live a thousand years.

Whether it is the extra 500 years of lifespan or the status, resources, etc. brought by the breakthrough in cultivation, these monks cannot refuse.

And among the many late Golden Core monks, those whose lifespan is approaching are even more eager.

Yi Zhou accidentally looked at a monk above and below, and that monk turned his head to stare at Ya Ge upstairs with crazy eyes.

Most of these Accords have closed doors and windows, only his side is special.

When the monk saw Yi Zhou, the madness in his eyes was gradually stained with hatred. He has lived for more than 460 years, and he has been unable to make any progress in the golden core stage. Seeing the smell of death getting stronger and stronger, he lives in fear almost every day.

But the people in the Accord are only a few years old, and they have already established a foundation. It is impossible to say that within a few decades, they will be able to condense a golden pill, and then break it into a baby.

The cultivator next to the little boy must be his elder. This time he came here for the Infant Spirit Fruit, and prepared the Infant Transformation Pill for him, and he will take it when he reaches his cultivation level.

Why?Why!

The cultivator thought to himself, the way of heaven is so unfair, some people work hard just for that chance, while others don't have to do anything, and some people give everything!

In an instant, his eyes were completely black, and just as he was staring at Yi Zhou's hideous appearance, a mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out, and he knelt down on the ground, then lost his breath.

When this kind of thing happened, the people around the monk hurriedly pushed away, wondering and wanting to find the perpetrator, many people secretly gloated: committing crimes under the hands of the God of Transformation, that person must have died too long.

But the expected situation of someone being beheaded on the spot did not appear, and the powerful voice came from the air: "Continue."

Then the monk on the high platform raised his hand: "The bidding continues."

The monk's body was quickly dragged away, and the blood on the ground was also cleaned up. Except for the empty chair, there were no other traces.

Si Heng let go of the hand covering Yi Zhou's eyes, bent down and hugged the little apprentice in his arms, and patted his back: "Are you scared?"

"A little bit." Yi Zhou patted his chest and whispered.The monk just now looked like he was going to eat himself.

He let out that breath, and looked out carefully, but he didn't see anyone, so he asked Si Heng: "Where is that person?"

"Kicked out."

Si Heng said.