Rebirth is crazy for you

Ye Lingyun took Zhuyan Lingye back to the mustard seed space, and waited to pour it into the hot spring after returning to the sect, let Ziqing take a good soak, and healed the frostbite scars on his hands and feet that made him feel so distressed at a glance. remove.

On the other side, Gu Ning was just dismissed by Ye Lingyun's words. Although he was angry, he was even more curious about this masked man!

There were also elixirs and magic weapons for the next auction, but none of them could make Ye Lingyun interested.

Until the white-browed old man commanded three or four strong men in bunts to lift up a big iron cage covered with black cloth.

"Fellow daoists present, what is going to be auctioned next is neither a pill nor a magical weapon, but a monster—the Qingfeng wolf. The starting price is [-] spirit stones, and the price increase should not be less than [-] spirit stones each time."

After the white-browed old man finished speaking, he directed the strong men around him to lift off the black cloth covering him. In a corner of the cage, curled up in a corner of the cage, was a young blue wolf figure with black eyeballs, looking at the audience in horror. The monk let out a sob in his throat.

One of its hind legs was being tightly clamped by an iron frame, and a large amount of blood was smeared. The young Qingfeng wolf licked its tender pink tongue from time to time, and then dragged that leg to the corner Shrinking, looking at his clumsy appearance, that hind limb is probably broken.

Finally seeing the true face of Lushan in the iron cage, the originally quiet crowd began to chirp and argue again.

"Heh, I thought it was a level four adult monster Qingfeng wolf? It turned out to be just a level one cub. Although it has good potential, it takes time and effort to raise it. How can it be worth a thousand spirit stones?" The skinny man in the black robe, his whole body shrouded in black shadows, said in a sinister voice.

As soon as this remark came out, there was a echo in the surroundings.

"Friend Wugu's words are justified. Let alone a thousand spirit stones, even half the price, I wouldn't bid."

"Yeah, a first-level Qingfeng wolf cub is not worth so many spirit stones at all. Does Changqing Pavilion think we are easy to fool?"

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and this voice of questioning developed into a crusade against Changqing Pavilion in the end. This problem is serious.

The white-browed old man's face was also a little ugly, and he tried his best to appease everyone's emotions, but it was of no avail.

Ye Lingyun didn't have much interest in this level of Qingfeng wolf cubs at first, so he averted his gaze in a lack of interest, but inadvertently found that Gu Ziqing, who was sitting beside him, had his eyes slightly closed, and his eyes froze. Staring at the severed hind limb of the Qingfeng wolf cub without blinking, his eyes were full of distress and unbearable, his hands even caressed his newly grown legs unconsciously, quite a bit of sympathy lonely.

Seeing this scene, Ye Lingyun's eyes froze, he frowned slightly, and turned his gaze to the high platform of the auction again, before the white-browed old man was about to lift the cage down.

"A thousand spirit stones, I want them, send them here."

As soon as this sound came out, the audience was in an uproar.

"Someone really bought it? It's really a loss-making business. Does this person have spirit stones and nowhere to spend them?"

"The location where the sound came from seems to be in the private room on the second floor. Is it a young elder from some sect?"

"Can't you hear the voice? Isn't it the one who won the Zhuyan Pill and Zhuyan Lingye at a high price in the first place? I don't know why he squandered the spirit stone so willfully this time? Is it because my beloved wife likes it?"

"That's right. Could it be that you're another wife-loving maniac like the host of Kuzhu Temple? This is an auction, not for you to show off your affection!"

"Forget it, be careful. The private rooms on the second floor are full of big shots, so be careful not to get caught up in the fire."

The last sentence finally ended the envy or jealousy of the crowd.