The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

Five thousand spirit stones were still too expensive, but he was indeed very curious about the bone that caused him strange feelings, and decided to buy it back and study it carefully.

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw a young man in white clothes holding a folding fan, his brows full of pride and pride, holding the bones in his hands, and in front of him, the fat stall owner was smiling and randomly stacking the stalls. Thousands of spiritual stones were put away.

Zhan Nianchuan's face darkened.

The loud voice of the stall owner had already attracted countless monks to watch. Now that the young man in white was intervening in Zhan Nianchuan's transaction, many idlers felt that something good was about to happen, and they gathered around him with cheers.

The young man in white smiled and fanned his folding fan. He threw tens of thousands of kilograms of bones in his hands and put them into his storage bag.

"What do you mean by this?"

"It's not interesting. I just think this bone is good and bought it for fun."

Facing Zhan Nianchuan's sarcastic remarks, the young man in white's smile did not change at all.

"Really?" Zhan Nianchuan smiled coldly and teased: "You come out to pay for the things I like and the negotiated price? Does such a big man understand the rules of trading?"

The young man in white had a cold look in his eyes, and his voice became tougher.

"What? You, the Taiqing Palace, are only allowed to rob things, but we, the Yunding Palace, are not allowed to buy and sell things? Is there such a truth in the world?"

After hearing what he said, Zhan Nianchuan instantly understood his identity and purpose.

"Oh, you are from Yunding Palace? Could it be that you are here for the soul-soothing stone?"

"Idiot," the young man in white glanced at Zhan Nianchuan disdainfully, "What a treasure the Soul Calming Stone is, it will never be on your body."

He had been watching the transactions of the powerful men of the Dan Sea Realm in the trade fair for a while. He felt bored and walked out casually. Then he accidentally saw this guy who dared to compete with him for the soul stone before. Naturally, he wanted to take action to make him unhappy. .

"Are you the holy son of the Jizhou super sect Yunding Palace?" Zhan Nianchuan looked shocked.

"Crack!"

The young man in white triumphantly opened the folding fan in his hand and fanned it gently a few times before nodding with a smile and saying, "I guess you still have some eyesight."

"Could it be that you are the guy who just didn't have money to buy the soul stone, and even I couldn't outbid you for the price?"

The smile on the young man's face gradually disappeared.

Listening to the whispers of the people around him and seeing the suppressed smiles on their faces, his eyes became cold and there was no trace of grace at all.

He stared coldly at Zhan Nianchuan, who was looking calm, and sneered from his nostrils: "Hmph, you are a little servant with only the early stage of foundation building. If Senior Yu hadn't been behind you, you wouldn't have been able to get it. More than 700,000 middle-grade spiritual stones?”

He absolutely did not believe that the other party could obtain so many spiritual stones. Not to mention that the other party was just a small servant. Even the Holy Son of Taiqing Palace was unlikely to be able to obtain such a huge amount of spiritual stones.

"Is seven hundred thousand spiritual stones a lot? You can't even get them out even as a Holy Son?" Zhan Nianchuan looked in disbelief, "I, a little servant, just bought and sold millions of mid-grade spiritual stones."

"What are you bragging about? Just because you can get millions of middle-grade spiritual stones?" The young man in white waved his folding fan and said coldly: "If you can get it, I will give this bone to you." You. But if you can’t get it, give it to me..."

He was speechless.

Many of the cultivators who were watching also took a breath of air and showed horrified expressions.

In front of Zhan Nianchuan, a large number of spiritual stones were neatly piled up, exuding pure and abundant spiritual energy.

Middle-grade spiritual stone!

At a rough glance, there are at least more than one million.

"Holy Son?" Zhan Nianchuan looked at the young man in white who was turning green and white with interest and squeezed the folding fan in his hand, "Do you want to count them?"

Count?

Damn it, am I embarrassed to stay here?

Under the gaze of everyone, the face of the young man in white felt burning pain, and he did not want to stay here for a moment.

But he couldn't bear to hand over the bones to Zhan Nianchuan for free.

He was the majestic Holy Son of Yunding Palace and had always been respected by everyone. There was almost no one who didn't see him greet him with a smile.

Today, this guy robbed me of the soul stone at the auction house, and then I lost such a big face here. I deserved to be cut into pieces!

With his mind spinning, he laughed ferociously, took out the bone from the storage bag, and then threw it violently.

"It's for you, take it."

The bone weighing ten thousand kilograms was thrown with all his strength, and with the roar of the wind, it hit Zhan Nianchuan's head like lightning.

A flash of murderous intent flashed in Zhan Nianchuan's eyes, and then he took a step forward and grabbed the thick bone that shot up with one hand.

Seeing him being so supportive, a hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the young man in white, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Are you still breaking your bones?

He is a monk in the Dan Formation Realm, and he is also a good hand at refining magic weapons. Although his body does not look strong, his strength is far beyond that of ordinary people. This full-strength throw must have a force of millions of kilograms.

Under his hopeful gaze and amid the exclamations of the spectators, Zhan Nianchuan grabbed the whizzing bone with his right hand.

Bang bang!

Under his feet, two hard blue stone slabs shattered, and his whole body shook slightly.

However, what made everyone's eyes drop to the ground was that he actually picked up the bones as if nothing had happened and put them into the storage bag.

Now everyone understood that this man wearing a mask was extremely strong, even more powerful than Ge Jianxiong, the Holy Son of Yunding Palace who was good at refining weapons.

This guy must have hidden his cultivation. With such generous spending, such rich wealth, and no fear when facing Ge Jianxiong, he must be the Holy Son of Taiqing Palace.

At this moment, the same thought came to the minds of the monks who were watching.

Ge Jianxiong also felt unbelievable, then came to his senses, snorted and left quickly.

Shockingly fast.

Looking at the young man in white who turned around and walked away, Zhan Nianchuan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly raised his voice and shouted loudly: "Sage Ge Da, bring more spiritual stones with you next time you go out. If you don't have money, don't pretend to be rich."

"Hahahaha~"

Hundreds of thousands of monks in the audience heard it clearly and laughed loudly. There was a joyful atmosphere everywhere.

Ge Jianxiong paused for a moment, then quickly left without saying a word.

On his face, the murderous intent was so strong that it seemed to be real.

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