"That's good, but I don't know what the asking price of Wanzhi Building is?"

Wan Baoshun cupped his hands and said with a smile: "It's easy to talk about it, the world is hard nowadays, it's not easy for you and me, just discount three thousand Zhongcheng Lingshi."

Immediately someone exploded: "Three thousand spirit stones? My God, Deacon Wan is joking, although three thousand spirit stones are not a sky-high price, but have you ever seen someone running around with spirit stones in their arms? The head and management of our small sect are the same as Yunmeng Tiangong?"

Someone said: "Master Yunmeng doesn't do that, at most, Qiongshan Sword Cultivator can get so many spirit stones."

Some people also questioned: "Deacon Wan, haven't you been able to trade gold and jade in the past, why do you suddenly want Lingshi this time?"

In the chaos, Wan Baoshun smiled: "Master Ji, all the gold and jade in circulation are under the supervision of Yujing City. How dare you give me gold and jade for this kind of transaction?"

——Yujing forbids the sale of intelligent creatures, and all the brothels in Yunzhou with sharks have become key targets. That incident caused many family masters who loved shark slaves to suffer; even Yu Jingzhu also sent troops to Xiyazhou to hunt down the smugglers who hunted dragon goods, but now they are selling Taoists. If Yujingcheng finds out, no one will end well.

"But... I really can't get that many spirit stones. I'm a small sect, I've never seen so many spirit stones in my life..."

"Deacon Wan, three thousand Zhongcheng spirit stones, although they are Zhongcheng, but if you find a good refiner, you can refine a tripod of top-quality spirit stones..."

Wan Baoshun replied: "How to use it is my business, and I won't pay back the price."

The heads of many small sects looked sullen, and some people muttered: "...Even the sword master Gu Jingjing held by the sword master of Qiongshan in the legend didn't use Yiding's top-grade spirit stone stock solution... ..."

Wan Baoshun, who was sitting in the middle, had sharp eyes and ears, and the man muttered very quietly, but he immediately caught it and responded unwillingly: "Why, Miaokong, the living first spy, is not worth a blow to Gu Jingjinghong." sword?"

"...That's not certain, Gu Jingjing slashed down with his sword, and the veins of Youzhou's land were cut off in the middle..."

"It's in the hands of the Sword Master Qiongshan. If it's in your hands, it's probably not as good as a five silver and jade toy flying sword on the street of Yujing City!"

Suddenly there was a loud shout: "Do you still know that that is a living Taoist?"

Everything was quiet, except for one or two mortals in the corner who were peeking through the pillars, shaking their chairs and making creaking noises, and a doorman at the side waved his hand, the entire barrier was blocked by fog and completely isolated.

Many people coughed in embarrassment and picked up their teacups in a vague way, but they forgot the rough tea that they disliked mortals when they sat down just now, so they didn't pour it into the cups at all.

The young Taoist was wearing a crimson purple shirt, with a sword on his back. Generally, those dressed like this are sword cultivators who are proud of the sword, otherwise the magical artifacts would be collected into the Lingtai Consciousness Sea.The dark clothes showed that he had red lips and white teeth, and was young and energetic. The young Jianxiu stood among the headmen who were fishing in troubled waters, drinking tea and watching the sky, looking around, eyes full of anger.

"Every one of you, don't you all put on the airs of being famous and decent on weekdays, why are you doing such dirty things behind closed doors?"

Jianxiu glanced over, and the heads turned away one after another, treating him as air.

He looked at them one by one, only Wan Baoshun was smiling, looked back at him calmly and generously, and a sect leader sitting next to him sighed: "Friend Lu, you just took charge of the Yashan sect, so naturally you haven't had time to understand the difficulty of governing a sect." where..."

Someone responded: "Yes, although morality is important, if you sacrifice your family, you will be ashamed of the patriarch."

The rhetoric of these two people was recognized by more people, and there was a murmur of approval from the surroundings. When they were pressed by the head of the Yashan faction just now, many people felt ashamed. stood up, and someone shouted:

"If you're surnamed Lu, don't join in the fun if you can't afford it!"

"you--"

The young sect leader was so angry that his hands trembled. He pointed tremblingly at the group of sect masters who were sitting indifferently beside him, and he couldn't help but said sadly: "The orthodoxy is overthrown, you don't need the demon sect to sweep, you have already lost!"

A dim light flashed in the eyes of very few people, but they did not dare to stand up like this person after all, just like the reason they came here——Although the sect is small, it is trying its best to manage it. All kinds of pursuits are only for a certain way out, and it is too far to talk about the righteousness of the world.

"If Master Lu really has no intention of doing business..." Wan Baoshun said slickly, "Then please leave and don't disturb other people."

Saying that, the disciples of Wanzhilou took a step forward and showed their magic weapons one after another. The rest of the people sitting beside them still watched with cold eyes, and some of them tugged on the sleeve of Master Lu to signal him not to provoke Wanzhilou.For information business, even the major sects dare not say that no one of their disciples works for Wanzhilou. Compared with a small Yashan faction in Central Continent who is not even qualified to enter the Daoist event, this kind of organization is completely different. Mud farewell.

The palace lord, who had been watching quietly on the second floor, put down the teacup in his hand, the tea shook slightly, and slightly spilled on the table. The palace lord lowered his head and wiped it off casually. Fu Yuanzhi smiled at him, and then stood up.

The master Lu didn't move, he drew his sword to meet the disciples of Wanzhilou.

But suddenly I heard light footsteps on the stairs, and a young voice said: "Why do you need to go to war, peace makes money, peace makes money."

Now Wan Baoshun couldn't sit still anymore - there was an enchantment blocking it, why did people come in all of a sudden?

A young man walked down the stairs. He was about the same age as the head of Lu, and even looked younger. He was smiling and dressed in black, but he couldn't hide his youthful aura.

What's even more unsettling is - that's a devil.

Immediately, someone sacrificed the magic weapon and shouted: "You are so brave, how dare the devil come here in broad daylight!"

The black-clothed devil smiled and said, "Why, is there a sign outside the door that says 'Devils are not allowed to enter'? I'm just here to trade. Wanzhi Building is open for auction. I think most of the heads of Zhongzhou are here, so today Isn’t the rule of thumb that the highest bidder wins?”

After that, he smiled at Miao Kong who was staring at a pair of big round eyes, and blinked.

Miaokong was about to stare her eyes out, but no one noticed her abnormality.

The palace lord on the second floor propped his chin, watching with relish—speaking of which, the apprentice dressed as a devil... Oh, why do you still see the word "cute" all over your body?

Fu Yuanzhi looked around and said slowly: "Besides, I see that your words and deeds... are much more like demons than this one."

Maybe it was because he was poked at the sore spot, or was poked by a demon. Several Taoists who couldn't hold back had already shot, and the thunder flashed across the palm of his hand. Fu Yuanzhi raised his hand sideways and grabbed the man's wrist. The fingertips ooze out and wrap around the wrist of the Taoist. The thunder light misses the blow, but the devilish energy flows upstream along the arm like maggots on the tarsus.

Fu Yuanzhi raised his other hand quickly, and raised something, everyone dodged in horror, but Fu Yuanzhi lightly threw the object to Wan Baoshun.

Wan Baoshun raised his hand to take it, and shouted: "Slow down!"

Fu Yuanzhi pushed back, and the Taoist who attacked him stumbled back, was supported by his companion, and hurriedly used his spiritual power to suppress the black mist on his arm.

Wan Baoshun squinted his eyes and looked at the palm of his hand - Fu Yuanzhi threw him a Xumi ring.

"I have wiped off the imprint of spiritual power, and the spy is mine."

Sure enough, the ring in his hand had no trace of its owner. Wan Baoshun probed in with his spiritual power, and was really surprised. There were five thousand spirit stones neatly inside. Huge, two-thirds more than the 3000 he asked for.

"This--"

"Not enough?" Fu Yuanzhi grinned, "Then you are a little too greedy."

"No, no, no." Wan Baoshun clenched the ring tightly, carefully sizing up the devil in front of him. Apart from the devilish energy in his hands, the young devil's facial expressions and demeanor were all clean and open as if he was born in the righteous way. His smile was warm and sunny, and he behaved decently. Elegant, more magnanimous than the heads of many small sects present, obviously not a thing in the pool.

It's just that you can't fake the magic energy, and you can't fake the tricky and treacherous methods when you attack. Wan Baoshun is vigilant in his heart-only the little guy who does odd jobs will have a sinister and wretched face. The minds of these great demon sects have some romantic affairs, and it is said that their manner of speaking is not inferior to that of Taoist sects.

Don't run into hard problems, Wan Baoshun thought, and said with a smile on his face: "Transaction, fairness, openness, integrity, this is the key issue in the transaction. Our Wanzhilou never asks about the privacy of the buyer, but today the auction is open after all. Can you... er, at least, let everyone know your reputation?"

"Don't dare to be." Fu Yuanzhi cupped his hands, "I am a disciple of Xia Guanghe Palace, under the disciple of Venerable Xuelian."

Everyone gasped, and the person who had just recruited with Fu Yuanzhi looked even more decrepit - although Guanghe Palace is not that old, but its rise is fast, Mofo Xie Ran is known as black and white, Daoist Demon Sect There are infatuated people who love him to death.

It's not easy to mess with, many sect masters feel like they're sitting on pins and needles, complaining endlessly--a majestic demon sect, join in the fun?

Wan Baoshun rolled his eyes and asked, "This Daoist brother, Guanghe Palace... Your Majesty Xie Zun, didn't you come to the Daoist event in person?"

——I heard that the master of Yunmeng chopped off half of his body?

Fu Yuanzhi coughed, lowered his voice, and signaled with his eyes that Wan Baoshun approached. Fu Yuanzhi said quietly: "Don't mention it, although our lord is not damaged, but our face is damaged. When the Lord of Yunmeng appears, he will be chopped off immediately." We respect you, so the following things..."

Wan Bao said along the way: "I understand, I understand."

Running too fast with oil on the soles of his feet... Wan Baoshun held back his laughter, but he didn't dare to laugh. The reason Xie Ran was able to embarrass himself in front of Lord Yunmeng was because Lord Yunmeng was stronger than him. ...then I might die in bed in the middle of the night.

The palace lord stared at Fu Yuanzhi, while the dream demon quietly took out a small book, and was held down by Lian Quan.

The Dream Demon laughed dryly and said, "Don't, don't do it, I'm just writing a draft..."

The palace lord turned his head and took a look—"The lord of Yunmeng spends a lot of money, and he carries tens of thousands of crystals with him..."

Uh, Fu forehead, the palace lord helplessly erased this line of words with spiritual power: "Nonsense."

——How come some unscrupulous reporters here also like to exaggerate the facts. In comparison, Miao Kong below is really ideal for news. So far, he has never made a single rumor.

Tens of thousands of spirit stones, what a joke, the palace lord felt it up and down, he was so poor that only his disciples remained, the Jade Sword Cut Snow was just an empty shell, the sword spirit was not there, the ATM was not connected to the bank, and the money could not be withdrawn.

Having said that, the apprentice's illusion is getting stronger and stronger.

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