What about the Master's text?

Chapter 29 Spirit Stone

Jing Fan's reason came back quickly, he sat back, closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

After a long while he opened his eyes, he saw Fuji's worry expression that he hadn't retracted, "I'm sorry."

Fu Ji shook his head, "No problem." Fu Ji actually didn't need to apologize to him, on the contrary, all his reactions were reasonable, even he felt that after experiencing the death of the most important person, and There are still many, many important people, and he asks himself that he can't be like Jing Fan.

It is rare to find a calm person, but if he is calm and steady in all situations, it will probably make people feel cold-blooded.

"Bai Chu only brought one entourage, he's a young man," Fu Ji stood by the window, watching the situation below, and at the same time keeping an eye on Jing Fan's situation.

"I can't detect a trace of demon energy on him, I don't know what kind of treasure he used." Fu Ji tried to release a ray of spiritual power to investigate, but was stopped by Jing Fan, "He is very sensitive."

Jing Fan's eyes were like stagnant water, "As far as I know, his cultivation is almost distracted, and he can break through in just one step."

Fu Ji was stunned for a moment, "How is it possible?"

Everyone in the whole comprehension world knows that the devil Bai Chu is only thirty-seven now. Throughout thousands of years, there seems to be only one person who can reach the state of distraction without confusion.

And that person, the rumor has already soared.

"Others only say that there are not many talented disciples from various sects, but compared to this person, they are nothing..." Jingfan looked indifferent, "But so what if he is distracted, there are three people in the entire cultivation world who can do it." Much better than him."

Fu Ji subconsciously tilted his ears.

Jing Fan suddenly approached, his voice lowered slightly, "Young Sect Master of Tianyan Sect, you... and me."

After saying a word, Fu Ji was completely stunned.

Even though he was called the most talented disciple of Xuantian Sect, Fu Ji never felt that he was so special, but Jing Fan suddenly said it so lightly, he couldn't even tell if it was a joke, which made Fu Ji feel that Heart skipped a beat.

After saying this, Jing Fan didn't feel at all what kind of storm he was stirring up in Fu Ji's heart. He leaned against the wall, his eyes fell to the people who were asking prices crazily, and he suddenly smiled.

Fu Ji just heard Bai Chu's voice from below, "One hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones."

Immediately afterwards, Jing Fan, who had been watching from the sidelines, also spoke. There was no spiritual power in his voice, but it was deafening, "80... top-quality spiritual stones."

This sentence uttered, not to mention the shock of the people below, even Fu Ji was amazed.

Although the eight-clawed fire dragon in the cage has the blood of an ancient ferocious beast, it is not pure enough, and it seems to be injured, so this is why many people want to fight, but they are unwilling to put in a lot of effort.

Bai Chu spoke, as expected, after all, his family was rich, so it would not be difficult to take out one hundred thousand spirit stones.

But Jingfan is different. Even though he is the favorite disciple of the head of the Yunmiao Sect, he is still only a small sect who has broken through the Tianyunmiao Sect. He is suddenly asked to take out not to mention 80 spirit stones, but [-] It's barely, let alone a top-grade spirit stone.

So after Jing Fan's exit, Fu Ji always thought that he was deliberately raising the price, but what he never expected was that Jing Fan showed a smile that was bound to win.

"80, the best spirit stone! Is there a higher price!"

"80 million times..."

"One million top-grade spirit stones." Bai Chu's voice sounded again, this time he pushed open the window, stood by the window, his eyes fell straight to a certain place.

Jingfan didn't open the window, and his voice was as indifferent as ever, "Shenpin Lingshi, one hundred thousand."

Silence.

Fu Ji looked at Jing Fan, a glint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, everyone must know how rare divine grade spirit stones are. I don't know if what you're talking about now counts?"

Bai Chu was wearing a black robe with double-breasted collar, and the cuffs were lacerated with silver threads. He had an extraordinary appearance, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised, but this face alone did not show any bloodthirsty murderous intent. Your son.

"Whether it's my problem or not, what does it matter to you?" Jing Fan was not polite, and all his vigor became weird and grotesque through a thin layer of veil, "Your Excellency can raise the price yourself, I have nothing to do. Only these useless spirit stones are just a little more than you."

"hiss……"

Some people secretly gasped, but others didn't know, but those who knew it knew that Bai Chu came here because of the eight-clawed fire chinchilla, but now a person appeared out of nowhere, and he was born to go to Bai Chu. Chu Lung poked on the tube.

Rather than saying that this person deliberately bid, it is better to say that he deliberately provoked.

But unexpectedly, Bai Chu was not angry, but smiled loudly, "This little friend, I met you here by fate, why don't you make friends?"

There was no threat in his voice, and he was extremely serious. If he ignored his identity, he would even feel that this person was approachable and friendly.

Jing Fan clicked his tongue, "Your Excellency is really kind..."

Fu Ji glanced at Jing Fan worriedly, he didn't know what Jing Fan wanted to do, let alone what Bai Chu had in mind.

"How about this, since little friend really likes it, then I'll let you have this monster. After all, I want to make friends with you more than make friends with each other."

"Make friends?" Jing Fan sneered, "I didn't know that the famous devil still has such leisure!"

Before Fu Ji could stop him, Jing Fan had teleported to the bottom. He was standing on the stage, next to the huge iron cage. When he raised his hand, the red cloth was instantly torn away, revealing the... red fox inside.

An extremely unusual fox, even the most common color. It has a muzzle locked on its mouth, so it can only make a small whining sound.

Jingfan raised his hand, and threw a Qiankun bag on the ground, "One hundred thousand god-grade spirit stones, please ask the steward of the puppet building to count them himself, but the first thing I bought is the eight-clawed fire chinchilla, not the fox inside. "

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, and the details of the auction item had already been leaked before the auction started, no matter what it was, it could not be such an ordinary fox.

The stewards of the puppet building were embarrassed, they were just pretending to be on the surface, they really didn't expect to be intercepted halfway, and the trouble was so serious, not all the people present were famous people, but they couldn't be perfunctory at will.

They were roasted on the fire, Jingfan didn't seem to care at all, and he squatted down and pulled the fox with interest.

The bony fox was sleepy, whimpering softly, Jing Fan took the muzzle, stroked the fox's head again, then took out a bottle of panacea, poured it clean into the palm of his hand, and stretched it out to the fox's mouth .

The fox must have really suffered a lot, and shrank back in fear, Jingfan hooked the little thing's chin, "Eat it."

The little thing hesitated for a moment, then tentatively took a bite, then his dim eyes suddenly lit up, and quickly ate up the rest.

The complexion of the little thing visible to the naked eye instantly improved, and the dry and dirty hair became smooth. Jing Fan broke open the iron cage with one hand, and took the little thing out.

"How about it, are the stewards finished counting?"

The steward of the puppet building wiped off his sweat, "Enough, enough, there are ten more."

"The extra ten will be used to buy this little thing, what, is it enough?"

Jing Fan stroked the smooth hair of the little thing, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, but the people below were completely shocked.

It really is a hundred thousand divine grade spirit stones!

Who is this person?

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