As long as there are enough vests, the plot can't kill me

[Girl, you are really cruel! ]

As your uncle, you can't pay back such a generous sum of money even if you work for your whole life.

【Hmm? Uncle, what are you talking about? 】

[Nothing, uncle will collect the money for you, wait.]

Clearly aware of his current condition, Uncle Kun couldn't close his mouth and looked extremely happy.

If I were to use the same sword that Mo Fengcheng used on me now, even if the elder could take it, it would definitely not be as easy as just tearing a sleeve.

This girl is too rebellious...

There is no order of priority in practicing Taoism; the one who is more accomplished can be the teacher.

Uncle Kun felt somewhat fortunate that he became Xiaoxiao's elder.

At the same time, he was somewhat proud of his own "simplicity and stupidity" and the fact that he had never thought of plotting against the little girl.

Uncle Kun is too lazy to tell whether good people are rewarded or fools are blessed.

But one thing is certain, the term "brother in law" will have to stand aside in the future.

So, the uncle, who was in such a good mood, deliberately did not answer his niece's questions after he had retracted his supernatural powers.

【Old Three, the auction continues.】

The host's order came to his mind, and Qi Yu, who had a serious expression, turned from surprise to joy. He immediately bowed deeply towards the VIP room.

The noise just now was indeed made by the owner.

"Yes!"

The frightened crowd saw the Third In Command's actions, and they knew what he meant. They immediately stood up and kowtowed to express their gratitude.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

The Sword Saint was attracted by his niece's insights, and had a breakthrough in his state of mind, subconsciously releasing his own aura.

The monks who were enveloped in the murderous atmosphere in the venue and experienced the power of the law at close range gained immense benefits.

Only when one’s cultivation reaches the seventh level of integration can one gradually come into contact with the laws, thus laying the foundation for future transcendence.

Not everyone in this world is a genius who can make it from start to finish relying on his or her own talent.

Having someone to lead the way is a shortcut that works for most people, although it is inevitable that you will be influenced by the leader and it is difficult to truly walk your own path.

This is also the fundamental reason why a group of sword practitioners are attracted by the powerful sword intent and scramble to buy the opportunity to comprehend it.

However, they never thought that they would encounter such a great blessing before they even tried to comprehend the sword intent.

In comparison, this storm emanating directly from the senior is far more valuable than the sword intent.

He is not a teacher in name, but he is a teacher in reality.

Uncle Kun felt that he could not repay his niece's words, and the same was true for the sword cultivator in the field.

"Everyone, the owner has ordered that the auction continue."

Snapped!

The crowd's greetings received no response, only a gavel on the platform.

Qi Yu died once and then became Lao Su's disciple. His current vision is far beyond that of an ordinary foundation-building cultivator.

He keenly seized the excellent opportunity to expand the influence of the market and shifted everyone's focus to today's auction.

The owner doesn't care about the attitudes of these people at all. Whether the young master is satisfied or not is more important than anything else. This is what Qi Lao San can guarantee with his life.

"I will follow your instructions, senior!"

Everyone was also very tactful and immediately understood what they should do.

In an instant, everyone took their positions, staring intently at the hammer in Qi Yu's hand, rubbing their hands, waiting for the auction to start again.

Monks at a lower level may be calmer, just like a junior high school student attending a graduate lecture, they can understand little and the benefits they get are limited.

But it is different for those cultivators who are at the fourth or fifth realm or above. They are all prepared to lose everything they have.

[Qingqing, I heard from Chang'er that you have been to the courtyard where Young Master Lin lives. So, have you been there?]

As the only seventh-level cultivator in the field, Meng Ying, who has already reached the level of laws, counted his own property while looking at the younger generation around him with a somewhat envious look.

Hearing the old ancestor's sour tone, Meng Yunqing's mind should have seen the heroic figure of the Sword Saint in Mofeng City.

But somehow, the first person she thought of was the uncle who was squatting on the ground boiling water, with a fawning face trying to please the younger generation.

"Yes, I have."

[Yes, you see, I am so happy that I am silly. Not long ago, Lord Tianzun made a public appearance in Mofeng City. Of course you have seen him! ]

Meng Yunqing felt the old ancestor's somewhat intimidating gaze, and his throat tightened a little.

She didn't know what was going on, and subconsciously wanted to find someone to share the firepower.

"Grandfather, my uncle..."

Meng Ying: “…”

Yes, Rufeng achieved a breakthrough after being slashed by his predecessor.

In that case, isn't the great senior he mentioned the hope of curing Xiao Lan?

The ancestor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who had been worrying about the dynasty all his life, suddenly felt that one person could not be compared with another.

She was once a genius renowned in several surrounding dynasties, but she never got any great opportunities. Instead, she slowly came to where she is today step by step.

If I hadn't met Young Master Lin by chance before, I might have rotted away.

[You all have great fortune, so cherish it! ]

Meng Yunqing probably understood what he heard, and couldn't help but smiled and replied: "Grandfather, aren't you the same?"

After hearing these words, Meng Ying was stunned.

Is it going to be a good time?

"Hahaha, well said."

Suddenly, she started laughing and looked at Zhou Ci, whose face was pale, meaningfully.

Only those who can seize it are opportunities, otherwise...

Snapped!

Seeing that everyone was almost ready, Qi Yu struck the gavel again.

"Lot No. 5, customer No. 77 is bidding 100,000 medium-grade spirit stones. Would you like to increase your bid?"

The auction was interrupted at lot No. 5, so it is natural that it should resume with this item.

Without the risk of being an outsider, everyone's desire to watch the show was finally satisfied.

"One hundred thousand middle-grade spirit stones, once."

Seeing that no one raised the price, Qi Yu started the final process of the auction.

"One hundred thousand middle-grade spirit stones, twice."

When the second question was shouted out, Jiang Hanyue, who was still standing in front of the stage, didn't care about the churning blood in his body, and his mood had already sunk to the bottom.

At this moment, she hoped very much that someone would bid, even if it was just adding one spirit stone.

Because according to the auction rules, as long as there is no new bid, No. 77 cannot make a repeat bid based on his own bid, even if he wants to bid out the million medium-grade spirit stones set by the young master of the market town.

In this way, my young lady would be able to bid for the Immortal Attracting Order with one hundred thousand medium-grade spirit stones, completely offending the Blue Moon Market.

By then, it won't be something that can be solved by just a million mid-grade spirit stones.

"One hundred thousand middle-grade spirit stones. The third time. The deal is done. Congratulations to guest number seventy-seven!"

Snapped!

The gavel fell, and Jiang Hanyue no longer had any chance of success.

She will pay the price for her arrogant behavior, and the Zhou family will face a powerful celestial being.

"Aunt Jiang, are you okay?"

Seeing his elders in such dismay, tears welled up in Zhou Ci's eyes.

Jiang Hanyue forced a smile and returned to his seat woodenly.

[Xiao Ci, in the future, you should learn from your aunt and never follow my example.]

When you are strong, you are right. When the strong and the weak are reversed, the right will be in the hands of others. This is the rule of the world.

Meng Yunqing felt it the most deeply, while Zhou Ci was hit hard by reality and realized that there was no difference between outside and home.

Qi Yu and Xiao Mingxuan were equally uneasy, but they didn't have time to think about it. They just took a glance and paid no more attention.

“Dear guests, since the previous auction took up quite a bit of time, we will now move directly to the auction for the Sword Intention Comprehending Prize.

There are fifty places in total, divided into three levels: external, middle and internal, with thirty-five, ten and five places respectively.

The auction for the peripheral quota will begin now. The base price is one thousand medium-grade spirit stones, and each bid increase must not be less than fifty. "

After the previous changes, the Blue Moon Market no longer needs anything else to support itself.

What Qi Yu needs to do is to end the auction as soon as possible, let the news here spread, and rely on time to ferment.

"Ten thousand."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in the corner immediately made an offer.

Then, he stood up in public and saluted to everyone.

"This is all I have. I don't ask for anything in return, but just a token of my gratitude."

This is also an approach of hoping that others will not compete, but the starting point is completely different, and the results are of course different.

A cultivator who is only at the Golden Core stage, and is a sword cultivator known for being poor, would definitely sell everything he has, even betting himself, if he could offer a price of ten thousand.

Qi Yu waited for a while and saw that no one else was interested in bidding, so he skipped the step of asking and directly brought down the hammer.

"Ten thousand middle-grade spirit stones. Deal. Congratulations to this customer."

"Thank you all for your help, and thank you Blue Moon Market for giving me this opportunity."

Once you have made a proof of the first quota, you can just follow the rest.

Until all thirty-five peripheral places were sold, the deal was made on the first call.

The key point is that when this weird thing happened, not only the customers and the auction house were satisfied, but also Lao Li and others who sold the tickets were laughing so hard that their eyes were filled with laughter.

It has to be said that this can be regarded as a strange story in the history of auctions.

Uncle Kun was also quite satisfied with this. He felt that Qi Yu was a talent who must be given important positions.

He didn't know that the third brother had been targeted by Lin Xiao, and was thinking about where to put him... Suddenly, a familiar aura not far away was a little too annoying.

"Shen boy, now that you are here, why don't you go in? What are you doing hanging around outside?"

Shen Rufeng, who was full of anxiety, saw Uncle Kun appear and knelt on the ground, "Senior, please forgive my rudeness..."

"Shut up, just say what you want to say, don't be so nagging."

"Please, senior, save my wife."

Hearing this, Uncle Kun frowned even deeper, picked up the person on the ground, and appeared in the City Lord's Mansion in a flash.

Then, he threw away the troublesome guy and followed the restless breath, coming to Meng Qinglan, who had her eyes closed and was trembling all over.

"Tell me quickly, what happened to your wife?"

"Her Highness had 90% of her soul shattered before, and her mind was just like a child's, and her body was fine. Just now, she was locked by your energy, and then..."

Uncle Kun didn't expect that he was the one who caused this. He stretched out two fingers and pointed them at Meng Qinglan's eyebrows, slowly releasing spiritual power.

Ok?

Soul sound backlash?

The news that the spiritual power had returned made Uncle Kun's face change on the spot.

"Boy, what kind of cultivation is your wife at? Not only does she know how to control the soul, but she can also refine her own soul into a vessel for transmitting sound?"

To achieve all this, one must at least be at the Return to Void realm or above. How could this kid be so worthy of this?

"Master, Master, are you saying that His Highness's soul wasn't taken away by someone?" Shen Rufeng was struck by lightning when he heard this, and he couldn't accept this fact at all.

"No, there is no sign of anyone doing it. She did it herself."

This is the first time Uncle Kun has seen such a ruthless person who can refine his own soul into a one-time carrier for transmitting sound.

"As for whether she was forced to this point, it's hard to say. But these are not the key points. If I break the ban, it will certainly make people sober, but you have to be prepared. She may always have the mind of a child."

The reason why Meng Qinglan became like this now was because the restrictions in his soul were triggered by the previous killing intent, causing the master to fall asleep in order to protect himself.

As long as the ban is lifted, everyone will be fine.

But at the same time, once Hunyin has fulfilled his mission, the lost soul can never be replaced.

When things came to this point, Shen Rufeng smiled sadly and bowed, saying, "Master, please help me."

"Ah."

Uncle Kun did not refute this title. He mixed a trace of the power of law into his spiritual power and instantly broke through the already shaky restriction.

The next moment, Meng Qinglan's soft and calm tone echoed in their ears.

"Born into this world, I have fulfilled the wishes of all living beings. Blessed by heaven and earth, I will shoulder my due responsibilities!"