Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Murong Huai was so angry that his liver ached, and his heart was bleeding.

Those three treasures were obtained by his hard work and dedication in the Murong family for so many years.

But now, we have to watch them fall into the hands of others.

He was unwilling to give in.

Therefore, I can only endure this bad breath for life.

Even if [Qizhen Pavilion] takes 30%, he still has to spend a lot of money to buy it.

The auction is halfway through, and all the lots in the first half have been auctioned off.

Except for the first lot that Mrs. Zhang took, the rest were bought by Murong Fu.

There were also a series of scandalous operations by the Murong family. All in all, everyone present complained.

"What? This auction really opened my eyes!"

"The Murong family actually used their power to suppress others and surrounded and slapped those three things back. It's really unreasonable!" M.biQUpai.

"Shh! Keep your voice down. How can people of our status defeat them?"

"..."

Yuan Zhen obviously expected what everyone said, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Then, he cleared his throat and spoke in a deep voice: "This is the end of the first half of the auction. Please be patient. The auction items in the second half will be even more exciting!"

"In order to express our sincerity at [Qizhen Pavilion], we will serve [Kowloon Soup] to everyone later."

"I apologize for my lack of care today. Please bear with me."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone present changed, and everyone was extremely excited: "Did I hear you correctly?"

"[Qizhen Pavilion] actually wants to give us [Kowloon Soup]!"

"That's a good thing that can prolong life and help with cultivation..."

Murong Fu was also a little confused at this moment and couldn't help but ask: "What is the [Jiulong Soup] they are talking about?"

Zhuge Qingyun smiled mysteriously and began to answer: "You don't know something, but this [Jiulong Soup] is exclusively developed by [Qizhen Pavilion]."

"The effects of it are so wonderful that everyone says they are happy with it after drinking it!"

"There was even a time when someone drank three bowls and ascended to three realms in a row!"

After hearing these words, Murong Fu suddenly became interested: "Is it really so magical?"

At this moment, Fang Zisheng, who had been silent all this time, said, "Actually, it's not that exaggerated. It's just a bit more advanced than the ordinary panacea."

"However, it will naturally be of great benefit to our cultivation!"

"It seems that we are really lucky this time!"

There was light in his eyes, and he looked at the people in [Qizhen Pavilion] below with some eagerness.

They had already started to distribute [Kowloon Soup] at this time, and the aroma slowly floated up, with a bit of mellow sweetness.

But a moment later, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and several maids in purple filed in, each holding a glass cup in their hands.

There is dark brown soup inside, with wisps of green smoke floating in it.

One of the leaders, a woman, took a few steps forward and said in a sweet voice: "Please give some distinguished guests a try!"

Zhuge Qingyun drank it all in one gulp, and then Bodhisattva Miaoyi also raised her hand to drink.

Just when Murong Fu was about to taste the [Kowloon Soup], his eyes suddenly flashed a rosy red color.

Then, he actually saw the maggots hidden in the soup through the dark brown elixir.

He frowned and was about to take a closer look when suddenly Fang Zisheng suddenly said: "Mr. Murong, why don't you drink?"

Murong Fu looked back at his smile, feeling that he had overlooked something, and frowned slightly.

He stared at the other person with his eyes, and opened his thin lips lightly: "Why don't you drink?"

Fang Zisheng had no idea that Murong Fu would react like this, with a stiff look on his face.

But just for a moment, he returned to his former elegant and easy-going appearance.

Fang Zisheng smiled and said: "Hahaha, I was so excited."

Immediately, without any hesitation, he drank it all in one gulp.

The other three people had already drank. Murong Fu tried to see what was wrong with them, but to no avail.

None of them seemed to notice that there was something wrong with the [Nine Dragon Soup]. Even the people from the aristocratic sects who were present showed no reaction at all.

One by one, they drank without thinking, with a look of surprise on their faces.

Seeing that Murong Fu made no move, the maid continued to speak: "Master, is there any problem?"

Murong Fu concealed his doubts and smiled slowly: "No, I have never seen such a magical [Jiulong Soup] before, and I was fascinated by it for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to drink and handed the glass cup back to her.

The maids gently bowed and bowed, and exited the room one after another, making it impossible to see any flaws.

Bodhisattva Miaoyi noticed his change of mood and whispered: "Fulang, what's wrong with you?"

"Why do I feel that something is wrong with you?"

"Is there something wrong with this soup?"

Murong Fu suddenly thought of something, took out a black pill from his arms, and swallowed it where he didn't see it.

The next moment, before Miao Yi Nu Bodhisattva could even react, she took the person into her arms.

"You..." Bodhisattva Miaoyi was about to speak when she suddenly felt a cold feeling on her lips.

What followed was a fierce and domineering kiss, mixed with a hint of bitterness and bitterness.

Bodhisattva Miaoyi seemed to have noticed something, and looked at the man in front of her with wide eyes.

For a moment, there were thousands of words to ask, but in the end they were all swallowed up by this kiss, leaving only a gasp.

Zhuge Qingyun and Fang Zisheng were sitting aside, but suddenly saw the two of them being so close and affectionate, they couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"This, Master Murong, is really fierce!"

"As expected of me, Brother Murong, I will take action when it's time to take action..."

At the same time, other people in [Qizhen Pavilion] were still pleasantly surprised that they got [Kowloon Soup] for free.

Just when they were beginning to feel complacent, no one noticed that the White Jade Platform actually broke apart without making any sound.

On the fourth floor, Yuan Zhen stood half a step behind Fang Wuchang, with a bit of teasing in his eyes as he scanned the people present.

After hearing the news from the maid, the two of them frowned.

Yuan Zhen was a little worried: "Master, do you think Murong Fu discovered anything?"

On the other hand, Fang Wuchang showed an indifferent smile: "Impossible! This [Kowloon Soup] was made by my brother himself, and no one will see any flaws."

"That's right, the Second Young Master's skills are unparalleled by anyone. He's just Murong Fu, and I'm the only one capable of defeating everyone."

While the two were talking, the cracks on the white jade platform were getting bigger and bigger.

There were faint wisps of smoke, but still no one paid attention to it.

"As expected of [Jiulong Soup], I feel like my whole body is full of spiritual energy now, like..."