Cultivation card draw NPC

"My lord, everything has been properly arranged, as long as the spiritual power is injected three times, the painting will explode, and even if it is not dead, it will be seriously injured." The attendant said in a low voice.

Qing Yuanju was quite satisfied, and nodded again and again: "It's over, I will cover up your burning of the mountain for you."

He was handsome, with a small light brown mole on the tip of his delicate nose. He was originally a soft and elegant young master, but now he was sneaking around with his attendants, looking gloomy.

He knew in his heart that Xie Lingtan was the one who punished him last time, and Yuan Zeshan no longer regarded him as a player of magic.

Thinking of him, Qing Yuanju, how much he had contributed to the economic development of the Demon Realm, and how much money he had made for the Demon Man’s research, he was so easily abandoned by Mo Wanwan, and was almost sentenced to a serious crime of digging spiritual roots——

When the bone-biting and spirit-swallowing knife was stretched out in front of his eyes, he let himself go.

Doesn't Xie Lingtan like Jiang Qinfeng?Doesn't Mo Wanwan love to collect beautiful men?Doesn't Jiang Qinfeng have an excellent reputation?

All the pain and fear that Qing Yuanju has experienced must be returned!

Nothing can stop his footsteps, nothing.

The young man in white returned to the box happily, closed the door, turned his head and saw his mother slapped the table and stood up.

"Plus, add up to 40 spirit stones! I don't believe it, who will compete with me, Qing Fangrui!"

Qing Yuanju blurted out: "Damn!"

Fate played a ridiculous joke on him.

This is really cheating, cheating on my own mother.

He hurried up, blushing with anxiety.

"No, mother, Jiang Qinfeng contradicted you face to face, and you forgot how miserable your son was when he was rescued? Why are you filming it too! You can't film it!"

Mrs. Qing sighed in her heart when she saw his rushing appearance.

Since her son was five years old, because of her corporal punishment and constant high fever, she pretended to be strict to outsiders, but pampered her a lot inside, so she cultivated a good son with this kind of disposition.

"I saw him at such a young age, he has such a cultivation level, and his eyes are clear. He is not a person with evil intentions as you said. Hearing that this painting is related to him, it can be regarded as an expression of cherishing talent and making friends with him when he took it."

Qing Yuanju's expression was complicated: "Really?"

Of course it's fake.

Witnessing the last unicorn's choice of master, Mrs. Qing became more and more sure——

This Snow Soul son is the child that their husband and wife have been looking for.

It's just that the person disappeared at the boundary line between Founding Emperor and Demon Realm, how could he go to Shangqing?

Mrs. Qing narrowed her eyes, spoke earnestly, and continued to instruct her son.

"The holidays between him and you are now written off, so don't worry about it anymore. Yuanju, you have to treat him as an elder. I will buy the painting later and bring you to visit to make amends."

"What? Be an elder? Go to the door to apologize? Mother, are you crazy?"

Qing Yuanju dragged his voice incredulously.

Hearing the word "crazy", Mrs. Qing's black leopard licked its sharp claws and gave Qing Yuanju a cold look, and he immediately softened.

"I said mother, don't take pictures, this thing is actually... I asked someone to draw it."

Also confessed.

"Nonsense! What are you doing all this for? You bastard."

After being reprimanded, Qing Yuanju resentfully said: "He offended me, so naturally he wants to take revenge."

"Have you ever thought about the power and prestige behind him, if you act rashly, if you are discovered, mother will not be able to protect you!"

After all, Mrs. Qing still felt sorry for her son. She paced back and forth with her hands behind her back, obviously thinking about how to wipe his son's ass.

"I won't be discovered. I have an extraordinary relationship with this building. A grasshopper on a boat. Although I made this painting, the signature and fingerprints are Jiang Qinfeng's. No matter how they check, the final result is also his. That's the problem." He said triumphantly.

Mrs. Qing asked, "How did you get his fingerprints?"

"Shu Tianzi Pavilion lottery box."

Qing Yuanju is quite capable and well-connected in business operations. For a mortal painting that only players know its secrets, no matter how high it is, he can't sell many spirit stones. He has a lot of money, so he doesn't care.

Once the painting exploded, no matter if Xie Lingtan was seriously injured or Mo Wanwan was seriously injured, it would cause the other party to burn out and avenge him.

It's a pity the mother doesn't believe this.

Or rather, she panicked even more.

"Come, come, add more, add up to 60 spirit stones, I must buy this painting today!"

This is not just to sell paintings, but to mend holes for the son who knows nothing about the sky and the earth.

"Don't! Don't! The money will go to Jiang Qinfeng in the future!"

Mother's heart has been decided, irreversible change.

Helpless and poor pony right now, just hoping that some hero will show up and take this picture before the fuck does it.

But, would there be such a rich and invincible taker?

Xie Lingtan and Yuan Zeshan combined are not as rich as himself.

The attendant of Zhaixing Building took out Qing Yuanju's membership card, and said with a smile: "Master, your card has been swiped by Madam, do you want to change it?"

Qing Yuanju burst into tears.

"My money woo woo woo..."

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

"65 million spirit stones."

As the golden bell of the box rang again, new quotations pushed the atmosphere of the auction to a climax again.All the monks looked up at the golden bell shaking non-stop, what was the sound of the bell, it was the sound of the collision of spirit stones!Every time there is a collision, countless spirit stones are spent.

Co-authored, the previous ones were all small ostentations, and this is the real fight between gods and gods.

The star-seeking officials were also in a panic. Such a grand occasion of scrambling for the auction was unprecedented and shocking.

"This, this is an ordinary painting! What are they thinking!"

"Don't even look at it, who is it painted on?" Someone disagreed.

"I'm not joking, I thought it was an auction of the Qiankun map, no, the Qiankun map can't be sold at this price."

Qing Lingyue counted her net worth, and regretted that she could not keep up with everyone.

She looked at the box with regret: "Did Master Shizu buy it in the end?"

Chai Jingyan is really to blame for this matter.

His ice crystal snowflakes are excellent treasures. Since one was given to everyone present for free, each one clearly stated the favor of his apprentice Jiang Qinfeng, and even those who have no eyesight will know——

To curry favor with Master Master, let's cheer on his little apprentice first!

If you don't like it, I won't like it, when will Xiaofeng come out!

If you don't shoot, if I don't shoot, wouldn't Master's face be turned upside down?

Whether you are a relative of the emperor, or a powerful cultivator, or a rebellious casual cultivator, or a monster with a loose nature, did you take the ice crystal snowflake that saved your life?took it?I'm ashamed not to make a scene for the love of the master?Mr. Xuehun is so cute, a portrait should be so valuable!

She is the princess of Huaguo who hung up the phone after taking the beauty cream. She was half asleep and half awake when she suddenly heard a strange voice from the silent mysterious power next to her: "70!"

This is not over yet, she turned her head, and a cat demon was able to shake her round ears excitedly:

"Meow - 71!"

"Hey?! I, I..." The little girl was frightened by the whole auction.

What numbers are they shouting?

The little princess rubbed her eyes and raised her hand timidly: "Seven, 72?"

The maid hurriedly pressed her hand down.

"Your Highness, even if you sell the crown on your head, you still can't afford it!"

"Wooooow, sorry, I thought it was counting!"

Princess Huaguo's words stopped abruptly, because someone behind her shouted: "Go all out, 73!"

"74!"

"75!"

"Uh...Actually, it's just counting, right?" She asked cautiously.

The palace maid raised her forehead, looked back at the black and powerful Da Neng, Yuanying was walking all over the ground, Jindan was not as good as a dog, crowded and full of energy, a ridiculous idea popped up in her mind——

They are one vote for you and one vote for me, to jointly create the greatest miracle in the history of the auction in the cultivation world?

"Oh, if I knew it was like this, I didn't gather the sisters to raise the price for a while..." Xu Xiaolong came from the group of female nuns in the upper Qing Dynasty, "What's the price now?"

"Not high, 80 spirit stones." Jiang Youlin was happy to see this scene.

"My darling, isn't that tall? It's a record! I've never seen so much money in my life," Xu Xiaofeng clicked his tongue, "Brother Jiang, don't you want to shoot?"

No one would have thought that after killing the Yuejie Pill, passing through the Condensed Color Ink, and breaking the Qilin Beast, the stars picked up by the Zhaixing Tower today turned out to be an ordinary painting.

The leisurely Lord Hou raised his eyelids: "It's just a painting, and the little wind is by my side, so I can see it and feel it, so why do I need it to relieve my lovesickness?"

If he really wants to, he has thousands of them in his own home, not to mention staring with a smile, bathing, going to bed, meditating, all kinds of moods and appearances are vividly described by him, and he spends several long nights with him.

Thinking about it, Jiang Youlin didn't know where to go.

Oh, by the way, I haven't seen Xiaofeng drunk yet. He looks more emotional, happy, and self-defeating... He has already begun to look forward to the trip to the incense shop after the auction, where he will definitely be able to Get new drawing materials and inspiration.

"Ayou? Ayou?" Jiang Qinfeng pushed him and asked with a smile, "You are very good at painting. Tell me, how is this artist's painting skills?"

Jiang Youlin took another look and said with a sneer, "If it wasn't for the picture of you, I wouldn't have even glanced at it."

"Well said, it's really incisive, Brother Xie, listen, it's worthless and meaningless, right?" Jiang Qinfeng kept persuading.

Brother Xie has remained silent up to now, not sure if he really wants to shoot, or if he wants to hold back.

Xie Lingtan lowered his head and did not speak.

Jiang Qinfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief: I must not want to buy it, it must be.

Mr. Li on this stage was also surprised.

If it was said that he belittled Jiang Qinfeng's self-portrait because of orders, now he really doesn't understand what is so good about this painting that it can be sold at such a high price.

What's so good about it?Is there anything left undiscovered?

I can't understand it, I can't understand it.

Mr. Li tried to inject spiritual power, and revealed some strange words about Mr. Xuehun. What if he injects it again?

The picture of that card actually changed.

It turned out to be the case.

There is also a sublime illusion hidden in this painting.

Immortal music from the Purple Court lingers in your ears, silk and bamboo, pipa, and zither music are lingering and touching, the fragrant wind blows, and the lanterns hang high everywhere, swaying, and shadows are indistinct.

Behind the glazed screen, there is a silhouette in various shapes and styles.

Someone chanted in a low voice, with a soft voice and a honey-like smile.

"A moment in the spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers have fragrance and the moon has shade..."

He walked from the screen, looked up, the tassels on his head were shaking, and his black hair was neatly tied with red silk, hanging behind his back.The bright pearl the size of a goose egg is warm and dizzy, but it can't compare to his sparkling eyes.

Vermilion lips parted slightly, looking like spring flowers.

The blushing brows and eyes were forced out a bit of torture by the red eyes.

"No, how about drinking this cup of Hebei wine with me?"

The candle flame danced in those clear pupils.

The fine wine swayed lightly, filled with shyness and joy, even if it was poisoned by seeing blood and sealing the throat, it was still a pleasure.

Longer, the spring is busy, the bright red mandarin duck bed, the overlapping veils fascinate the eyes of the lover, the dragon and phoenix incense candles that are on the spot, the sweet scent of the animal gold incense burner, the wonderful dream that you can't ask for, everything begins. At--

Nuo, how about drinking this cup of wine with me?

SSR cards have special card effects, and no one knows whether they will inspire a realistic illusion when they are realized in reality.

But one thing is certain.

That is--

The young master of the wedding night in the bridal chamber is superb!

Immediately there was a final sound from Moyu's box.

"90 million spirit stones."

They are determined to win this card!

Dare to ask this price, who else can afford it!

"Such things, leaking out will damage Xiaofeng's reputation."

Chai Jingyan stood in front of the window with a surprisingly hesitant expression.

No one can stop him from getting what he wants, except himself.

He took this painting not because of the breeze in the wedding night in the bridal chamber, but only to protect the reputation of his apprentice.

Master Shizu rubbed the ice crystal snowflakes in his hand, he couldn't calm down after seeing the little apprentice in the wedding dress, even his hypothermic body felt slightly hot.

Before he knew it, the indestructible snowflake slowly melted under his touch.

Chai Jingyan let go of his palm, and the warm snow water left between his fingers, pattering like a happy spring tide.

Temperature is the best proof.

He took this painting not because of the breeze in the wedding night in the bridal chamber, but only to protect the reputation of his apprentice.

He took this painting not because of the breeze in the wedding night in the bridal chamber, but only to protect the reputation of his apprentice.

He made this painting——

Just to get the little wind in the wedding night in the bridal chamber.

"100 million spirit stones."

He closed his eyes in self-loathing, his tone was rare and rude, hard, like an iceberg that would not melt for a thousand years.

Throwing the 100 million iceberg below, it immediately stirred up waves!

"Millions of spirit stones! Did I hear correctly!"

"Even if there is an illusion..."

"Did I witness the history? Did I witness the legend?" The monk was so excited that he was incoherent.

"Is there no higher one now?"

"Ah, I really want to be the master's apprentice too, it's too spoiled. I'm so envious of Mr. Xuehun!"

This atmosphere, this excitement, I don't know, I thought it was Chinese New Year.

Sen Wulei came to the stage expressionlessly, and continued to ask: "Is there a higher one?"

"Hey? Why are you? Where's your master?"

"Too excited, I can't bear it, I've already gone down to rest."

All monks: "..."

Mori Wulei cleared his throat, and asked again: "Is there a higher one? Is there a higher one?"

Inside the box of magic players.

"It's him."

No one dared to challenge Chai Jingyan's financial resources, and no one could challenge his prestige.

Yuan Zeshan slammed the window shut, his chest heaved continuously, and finally turned into a breath of turbid air, which he exhaled faintly, and when he opened his eyes again, it was the insidious and cunning young master of the Demon Realm again.

"If you want to say that he has no other thoughts about Jiang Qinfeng, I don't believe it." Mo Wanwan said bitterly.

Actually...she thinks this master is pretty good too, pulling the immaculate immortal off the altar, making him emotional, making him lose heart, falling into the dust, knocking down the mortal world, crazy about love, trapped by love , What a beautiful picture!

The young master in red sneered: "So what if he got it? He's not a player, can he conquer it? Can he complete the mission? I don't know who will get it. You still have to think about how to get the list back from Xie Lingtan after the auction is over. Bar."

After a while, no one answered him.

Yuan Zeshan tugged at his collar and said irritably, "What, are you dumb?"

"Young master, young master, come and see! Come and see!" Mo Wanwan yelled in surprise.

"I tell you--"

Yuan Zeshan stopped suddenly, and couldn't help walking up to look more carefully.

"Then, is that...?"

"It's Xie Lingtan who just defeated the young master of Demon Realm, Xie Xiaojian! What is he going to do?"

"Could it be for that painting again?"

The monks whispered to each other,

It is hard to imagine that someone dared to challenge Chai Jingyan!

The purple-haired monk slowly approached Sen Wulei on the stage. His robe was windless and calm, and his face was calm, like a beautiful beast that hunted elegantly, with a murderous look, which was extremely difficult to provoke.

Mori Wulei felt comfortable and took a few steps back.

"Why did you come?"

"I'm here for Mr. Xuehun's painting."

There was a gentle smile on the corner of his lips, and the words were loud.

"You know, now the master has produced 100 million spirit stones." Sen Wulei said sympathetically.

"I know."

"That……"

"Xie Lingtan in the Shangqing Realm is willing to bid for this painting with the number one magic weapon in the cultivation world, the Tianxiang Sword."

As soon as the words fell, the monks in the hall were too shocked to speak.

Even Gongsun Ying looked over in disbelief, his blood surged, he lost control and broke the teacup in his hand.

Celestial Sword!

It's the Celestial Sword!

How could the Tianxiang sword be here?

...or just for a painting?

Ruthless things!

It was silent for a while.

"Is there a heart-protecting pill! Is there a heart-protecting pill! The old prince can't hold it anymore! Come quickly!" A servant was sweating profusely like an ant on a hot pot.

The prince in the world barely supported himself and shook his head: "Help me up quickly."

"My lord, let's go out and have a look! We can't delay the body!"

Unexpectedly, the old prince waved his hand, and said angrily, "Let, let me see the Tianxiang sword, just one glance!"

Xu Xiaofeng scratched his head: "...Is this so? What is the origin of the Tianxiang Sword? How could Brother Xie have it?"

"The sky is like a sword. To be honest, in various senses, if I had to choose, I would choose the sword," Yan Yiyun shook her head and said, "Today is considered a series of heroes who are saddened by beauty."

Jiang Qinfeng was completely stunned, and he agreed to scout the enemy's situation!

Thank you brother, come back! !

At the same time, the young masters in Tsing Yi in the three boxes of No. 20 finally opened the windows.

He leaned against the window and smiled: "Young Master Xuehun, I don't know how long this good scene will last."

That voice is really pleasant to hear.