The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

They kept looking at the alley where the figures disappeared one after another.

Wen Feng took his hand, teasingly said: "If you watch it again, I will be jealous again."

He glanced sideways at him one after another, and received another sentence of "I can't help it if you look at me like that".

After this episode ended, the two walked out of the alley again and stepped into the avenue.

"Where are we going now?"

Wenfeng brought him to this street where he was not familiar with Beiliang, and it was impossible to know, so there must be a clear destination.

The gentle voice chuckled: "The black market."

"There are many monks in Beiliang, and there is a mixture of good and bad from three religions and nine streams. Jindou City is a well-behaved chamber of commerce. The auctioned things are all through clear roads. They will not accept consignment for unclear things."

"What's more, the entrance fee there is very high, and many monks can't get in at all."

"Besides the Golden Dou City, there are other auction venues. The scale is not as big as the Golden Dou City, but there are so many kinds of auction items that I can't even think of."

Following Wenfeng one after another, they soon came to a tall courtyard with golden tiles and red walls.

The style of this courtyard was clearly modeled on the Jindou City, but just as the rumor said, no matter the scale or the grandeur and luxury, it was far inferior to the rich and powerful city within the city.

Along the way to the seventh-level high pavilion, into the private seats in the wing rooms, one after another, I finally learned what the so-called "not clear" and "unclear" are.

The first auction item was a tattered fragment.

The master of ceremonies only said that this is a remnant copy of ancient exercises lost in ancient times, and nothing else was said.

Wenfeng said with a smile: "Many items auctioned here are true or false. Someone once paid a lot of money to bid for a book of heavenly exercises, and when they returned, they found that it was Xibei."

"There are also people who spend a few pieces of spirit stones to buy something that no one cares about and don't know what it is. Later, they found out that it is really a lost high-level secret technique."

"Anything is sold here, but whether you can buy treasures depends on your own vision and luck."

Nodding their heads one after another, they raised their mouths and asked, "In Master's opinion, is the exercise book I'm filming now real or fake?"

There was a vague aura lingering on the fragments of the scroll, and with his own superficial knowledge, he couldn't tell whether it was real or a fake with a blind eye.

"I don't know." Wenfeng smiled indifferently, "If you want to know, let's buy it and go back and have a look."

Shaking his head hastily one after another: "Don't waste money."

Whether it is true or not, he has no interest in other exercises.

Taixuan Zhen of the Senluo Sword Sect is already an incomparably powerful martial art, but he has only practiced to the third level so far.

After thousands of spirit stones were auctioned for this exercise, no one dared to bid again.In the end, he was photographed away by a bland and inconspicuous monk.

The black market does not have the magic circle that hides identity and cultivation like Jindou City. Buyers do not want their identities to be known, so they can cast spells to hide their cultivation.

It's just that it's easy to be seen through by people whose cultivation level is higher than their own.

Later, some elixirs, elixirs, and materials were auctioned, all of which were of high grade, but monks had to distinguish the real from the fake.

One after another, I heard the emcee's introduction: This elixir came from the hands of the master Danxia of Qiantianzong.

He knew in his heart that this thing could not be true, how could the elixir made by Peak Master Danxia be on the black market.

The other monks also thought as he thought, only a few people bid, and they could only shout casually, not really wanting it.

After the elixir was auctioned off, the master of ceremonies took out another talisman: this thunder fire talisman was from the peak master of Qiantianzong's mausoleum.

One after another amazed and dumbfounded.

He turned his head to look at the genuine Lingyuan Peak Master who was sitting next to him, and jokingly said, "Master, can you still draw talismans?"

After finally catching an opportunity to tease Wenfeng, of course he couldn't let it go.

"Of course." Wen Feng looked back with a ambiguous look in his eyes and smiled, "I'll draw a few more spells on you as a teacher when I go back later."

An indifferent voice squeezed out a word: "Get lost."

People who bid for the main talisman of Lingyuan Peak were even rarer than those who bought the main elixir of Danxia Peak. A few spirit stones were bought.

I don't know whether it's because everyone knows that this thing is fake, or because everyone is not interested in the talisman of Lingyuan Peak Lord, but it is very funny one after another.

Later, I photographed a few things from Jiufangzong and Cangyangzong Yuanying monks, but not many people paid attention to them.

Until the master of ceremonies took out a talisman overflowing with a wisp of devilish energy: this talisman came from the hand of Xingyan Demon Lord.

The aura on the talisman is not much stronger than the previous ones, but it has attracted many people to compete for the price.

I don't know whether Ling Chengze can draw talismans, but I can be sure that this spiritual breath is not his.

This talisman is also from Xibei, so it must not have come from the hands of Xingyan Demon Lord.

However, the reaction of the monks was quite different from just now.

The only conclusion: These people don't care much about the Nascent Soul Venerable of the three Taoist sects, but they respect the Xingyan Demon Lord very much.

In Beiliang, or the northern area of ​​Yantian [-]st floor, the name of Lord Xingyan is far better than Lord Juechen.

They quietly looked sideways at Wenfeng one after another.The displeasure on Junya's face was undisguised, and a chill lingered all over her body.

The phoenix eyes that were shining with a cold edge turned their eyes to him, and he hurriedly withdrew his gaze and sat upright, but unfortunately he was still caught.

The narrow-minded beast in clothes had a half-smile: "I'll draw a few more spells on you when I get back."

The smile that he tried his best to hold back suddenly froze at the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't laugh out one after another.

A talisman of Xingyan Mojun sold for a high price of several thousand spirit stones, and the person who bought it must not have bought it for use, but brought it back as a calligraphy treasure.

After the talismans were passed, the auction continued, and all sorts of strange things emerged one after another.

After watching one scene, I feel that none of the high-priced items are real, and I don't know why so many monks believe in it.

After a few rounds of bidding, it was the finale's turn as the end drew to a close.

The whispering of the spectators stopped suddenly, and the empty tower was completely silent.

I don't know what kind of money-swindling fake is the finale item in this auction.

Looking at the stage indifferently one after another, the master of ceremonies did not take out the auction items from the backstage like just now. Under the eyes of the audience, two women in tulle skirts and scantily clad were pushed onto the stage as if being escorted. .

The eyes of the two were vain, their thin bodies were trembling, and the fear and anxiety in their hearts could be seen at a glance.

Jingdiao's eyebrows furrowed instantly.What's this? !Seller?

"These two are rare furnaces." The master of ceremonies calmly treated the two women as objects, raised their chins, and showed their appearance to all the spectators. Reserve price: five hundred spirit stones for the ordinary-looking one.The starting price for a beautiful one is two thousand.

Only then did they understand the true meaning of "black market".

It is not surprising that living things cannot enter the well-regulated chamber of commerce, but in the black market, it is commonplace.

The first bidder was an ordinary-looking woman, and there were not many bidders, and the last three thousand spirit stones were bought.

Then came the pretty girl, and following the master of ceremonies' voice, "VIP is invited to make an offer", the voice of bidding suddenly surged through the audience like a stormy sea, with one wave after another.

Even if she is not a furnace cauldron, that embarrassing face with a closed moon arouses the desire of many people.

He frowned slightly one after another, watching all this in silence.

Wen Feng clasped his cold five fingers and put them on his mouth to warm them up.

"If you want to save them, you can take a picture of her."

They shook their heads one after another.He is not a bodhisattva who saves the world and saves people, nor does he have the ability to save suffering.

Even if you are generous to others, buy them with Wenfeng's money and let them go, what will happen next?

They have no place to impress the peak master of Lingyuan sitting high in the clouds, Wenfeng only intends to stand by and watch, and he can't ask him to do something for these two people who are neither relatives nor relatives.

In the Yantian Realm, the strong are respected, and the weak can only be ants to be trampled upon.They have no ability to protect themselves, and they will only face the same fate as today.

In the end, the beauty furnace was bought by a high-level monk with a high level of cultivation at a high price of tens of thousands of spirit stones.

After the show ended, when the spectators walked out of the black market, they were still discussing with relish, "Who was the one who bought the furnace?" "Is a furnace worth such a high price?"

After walking for a while in muffled voices, they walked to an empty street corner after the crowd had dispersed. Hearing the wind, he stopped, and gently lifted his sharp and delicate jaw: "I wanted to take you to the black market for a while, so that you Be in a better mood."

"I didn't expect there to be a cauldron in this auction, but it made you unhappy."

He raised his mouth one after another, indicating that he was fine.

He is not a fragile, sentimental person.Besides, when he saw the talismans of Juechen Daojun and Xingyan Demon Lord, he really found it very funny and was in a good mood.

It's a pity that the appearance of the furnace tripod made my heart mixed.

He has been staying in Lingyuan Peak, sleeping high in the north window with rich clothes and fine food.

Wenfeng protected him too well, pampering and pampering him extremely.

He is a golden core with a meager cultivation base, but he has luxury and enjoyment that everyone can envy.

However, what is seen and heard in the black market is the real scene of the world of mortals.

In addition to the four seasons like spring, the flowers in the fairy mountains, the ups and downs of the mortal world, he should also open his eyes and take a good look.

"Xining, Qin Shi and Changji are here too." Wen Feng gently pecked Bai Yu Wuxia's face, and calmly dismissed the topic of the black market, "Go to the city to find them? Or should we continue to play alone? ?”

Not only the great power of the Taoist sect, but the news about Longan spread throughout Yantian, and even the Demon King and Demon Lord also came to Beiliang in person to see tomorrow's Wanbao Fair.

He pursed his lips and shook his head one after another.He and Wenfeng stayed well, why go to them.

"What about tonight? Qin Shi has arranged a residence in the imperial city, do you want to go?"

Still shaking his head one after another: "Let's find an inn in the city by ourselves."

Wenfeng asked gently: "How about this street? There are too many monks in Beiliang City, and the inns are overcrowded. Only these streets are not known by many people, and they are quieter than outside."

They seldom leave Lingyuan one after another, and they go out occasionally, and let others arrange them when they are outside.

In other words, he is ignorant and knows little about places other than Qian Tianzong.

At this time, Wenfeng asked him for his opinion on everything, but felt unaccustomed.

He nodded his jaw, walked along the street for a certain distance, saw an inn on the side of the road, and walked in.

This street was specially built for monks, and every inn was decorated very luxuriously.Although it is not as crowded as in the city, it is still much more lively than usual.

The inn only accepts spirit stones and not gold and silver from the mortal world. The price of the rooms on the sky is very high, and they are still fully booked.

Wenfeng had to book a middle room. After getting the key, he turned to look at Lilian, and asked with a smile, "What are you laughing at?"

The corners of the mouth raised one after another: "Seeing how familiar you are, others would never have thought that you would be the Venerable Yuanying with profound Taoism, and the famous Taoist Juechen in the Yantian Realm."

"When I was a teenager and a Golden Core cultivator, I already started to travel around." Wenfeng didn't take it seriously, pulled up his slender fingers, and walked up the stairs leading to the room on the second floor.

"At that time, I was not a Nascent Soul, let alone a Taoist Lord, but just an ordinary Golden Core cultivator."

One after another, they slandered the other party's "ordinary golden core monk".Wenfeng was already a high-profile young talent in his youth.

He travels north and south, his footprints are all over Yantian, and he is very familiar with both the fairy gate and the mortal world.

Even though he is now a high-ranking and powerful peak master of Lingyuan, he can still talk to the waiter calmly like an ordinary monk, and live in the middle room of an ordinary inn.

As the master of Lingyuan Peak, he was dignified and elegant, and possessed the demeanor of a natural king, looking down upon him proudly.

Now hiding her identity and mixing in the market, there is no air of being pampered.

No matter what your nature is, you can handle any situation with ease, and you can't pretend to be calm and calm when you face it. This is the nobility engraved in your blood, and the absolute confidence in your own strength.

Living in the middle room of an ordinary inn, without anyone's admiration, he is also a peerless power who can call wind and rain.

The supreme king does not need to rely on any external identification.

Whether it is a master or a Taoist companion, whether Juechen or Wenfeng, he himself is admired by successive generations.

Wen Feng gently pressed the corner of his mouth upturned: "The mountains, rivers and roads are far away, and the scenery is magnificent. I hope that for the rest of my life, I will join hands with you on the end of the world."

The corners of her beautiful eyes slightly curved: "It's really a blessing for three lives to meet again without an appointment."

***

The morning sun breaks through the green yarn, and the rays of the sun reflect the singing of birds.

The sound of people outside the window and the continuous footsteps outside the door disturbed the clear dream after the deep love.

He frowned one after another, the exhaustion and pain all over his body made him a little reluctant to get up.

A soft voice came from below: "If you don't want to sleep for a while, we won't go today?"

"No. The auction of the longan is a serious matter, so you can't miss it. Besides, I'm very concerned about what kind of tricks Wu Ya is playing."

"No matter what the trick is, you just ignore it," Wen Feng sighed helplessly and pinched the tip of his tall nose, "Don't be led by the nose."

He got up and carried the person horizontally into the bathtub, washed the dirt in his body, and personally bathed and changed the person.

The Lingyuan Peak Master, who was exhausted enjoying the power over the world one after another, bowed and waited on him, and walked out of the inn gate with fluffy steps.

Jindou City is not far from here, walking out of this little-known secret street, Beiliang City will have a different scene.

The avenue was crowded with people, and it was dark, extending towards the streets and alleys.

There is an immortal magic circle in the capital, which is not restricted like it was during the Qianqiu Festival. Ordinary monks can only rely on their feet.

High-ranking people with high mana are not subject to this restriction.Occasionally, one or two speeding cars passed by in the air, and fell directly to the north of the city. From time to time, there were hagana cars speeding along the road.

Wen Feng asked with a smile: "Shall we walk or take a car?"

After learning that the distance was only three quarters away, they raised their mouths slightly one after another: "Let's go, it's not far anyway. It's too eye-catching to take out the magic weapon now."

The two of them clasped their hands tightly, walked across the two streets as if walking, and soon came to the outside of Jindou City.

The last time I came, although there were not many people, it was far less crowded than it is today.

Instead of queuing up at the main entrance, which is as thick and wide as a city gate, he was led by Wenfeng, walked half a circle along the red courtyard wall, and walked to the side entrance.

This place belongs to the alleyway of Jindou City, and there are few people there. There is a row of monks welcoming guests at the side entrance, which is much grander than the main entrance.

A few monks like them came here sporadically, all of them are Golden Core cultivators. It is speculated one after another that these people are the Nascent Soul Venerable who hide their identity just like Wenfeng.

Wenfeng sent the pass order to the welcome guests at the door, and the steward respectfully led the two of them in, from the backyard garden all the way to the golden tile high-rise where the auction was held.

"This is the passage leading directly to the top floor." Wen Fengchao explained one after another.

Nodding one after another: "When I came back, I heard from my senior brother."

The top two floors of the main venue are top-level VIP areas, which are only open during big auctions.

In Jindou City, regardless of cultivation level or status, the realm and appearance of all monks will be hidden by the magic circle. The only criterion for different treatment here is financial resources.

The rich and powerful monks enjoy all the benefits different from others. The price of only one admission ticket is better than a high-level magic weapon.

Following the welcome guests one after another, they stepped into the box on the top floor.

The private box is luxuriously furnished, with benches and soft chairs, and the scent is lingering, it is a bit more luxurious than the room in the Beiliang Palace.

There is no wall between the beams and columns carved with dragons and phoenixes, and red gauze bead curtains hang down from the beams, dancing lightly and gracefully.

From the wing room, you can have a panoramic view of the high hall of the entire nine-storey building. Walk to the side of the Zhu Lan one after another, stick your head out and look around.

The lobby on the first floor was crowded with people, and most of the monks had already arrived.

The middle floors are the private seats he made last time, and the seats are loose and comfortable.

The two floors above are the same boxes as here.

"There is a magical water mirror here." Wen Feng walked behind him, hugged him tightly, and whispered in his ear, "You can't see the scene in the box from the outside."

"Xining and the others are over there, and Changji is on the opposite side."

Star Flame Demon Lord and Demon King are also in the wing room on the same floor.A longan brought together the great powers of the Yantian Realm.

Frowning one after another: "Where is Wu Ya?"

"I don't know." Wen Feng turned the person in his arms around, and teased face to face: "You care about him so much, are you afraid that I will be jealous?"

Pressing the restless hands on his body one after another: "I'm worried about what kind of tricks he is playing."

Wu Ya must be sitting somewhere, watching with a smile what kind of good show will be staged on the stage he plotted to build.

"He used longan to bring all the monks with high strength in Yantian realm into Jindou City. Will he activate a magic circle that can't even match the Nascent Soul like Cangwu Sect, and slaughter tens of thousands of monks again?"

"Jin Dou City is not a second-rate sect like Cang Wu." Wen Feng smiled and shook his head, "Although they only do business, the forces behind them are not only Yan Tian, ​​but also the entire Nine Heavens Realm. No one can tamper with here .”

"If you want longan, you can only follow the rules of Jindou City and compete with whoever pays more."

One after another, he was dubious and frowned.

It's impossible for Wu Ya to put the longan up for auction because of lack of money?

"Okay, don't think about him." Wen Feng half pushed the man, walked to the bench and sat down, then hugged the man and sat on his lap, "The auction is about to start. I want to watch the auction ..."

"While enjoying my most beloved treasure."

They slapped off the unruly hands one after another with a blank face, waiting for the auction to start.

You don't need to think about it to know that the longan has to wait until the end to be auctioned, and the ones placed in the front are all other treasures.

As the largest auction house in the Yantian Realm, the first item to be auctioned is a heavenly magic weapon.

Unlike the black market's rule of starting a spirit stone, the base price is already very high.

But I can guarantee that all the treasures are genuine.

"If you like something, feel free to bid." Wen Feng stretched out his hand again to pinch his thin wrist, gently rubbing his ulna, "I can buy whatever you want and give it to you."

He gave him a cold look one after another: "Sword! A powerful sword, the stronger the better!"

At this moment, his hands were twisted behind his back, and he knew what the other party was going to do.

Facing Wenfeng, a beast with a human face and a heart of beasts, this little devil only wants to kill his master and do justice for the heavens.

"I've reminded you many times, don't stare at people like this." Junya Feng's eyes were full of passion, and her voice was low, "No way?"

"no!"

"You have the heart to make me suffer all the time? What's more, you keep seducing me."

They were dumbfounded one after another, how could Wenfeng say such brazen nonsense so righteously?

He gritted his teeth: "Then you will suffer!"

He originally planned to say nothing this time without letting go, but within a quarter of an hour, he was defeated by the other party's soft talk and fanning the flames.Then not a moment later, he suddenly regretted his momentary soft-heartedness.

Wen Feng once said that as long as he begged softly in his ear, he would agree no matter what.

If it doesn't work once, ask for it several times.

He did so, but Wenfeng not only refused to agree to his request, he also suffered even more brutal treatment.

Wenfeng, a shameless person, really can't believe his words!

After the passionate cloud rain, one after another weakly put on each other's shoulders, teeth itching with hatred.

It's a pity that after auctioning so many items, he didn't hear any high-level magic swords for sale.

Wen Feng gently kissed the tears on the tip of Jue Yan's eyes, and told the deep love in his heart: "My heart has long been imprisoned on you, so I will imprison you by my side. Even if you regret it, I will not Let you go."

One after another, he also printed his own mark on the other party's neck: "I regret it a bit. I should have gone to see my uncle and senior brother yesterday. We stay in the same box, so you won't be afraid of your misbehavior, and you can save money."

Wen Feng chuckled a few times: "But I just want to occupy you by myself, and let you belong to me all the time."

Exquisite and thin lips raised high: "The magnificent Juechen Taoist Lord is also my property. Thinking about it this way, I still took advantage."

"You also said that you didn't deliberately seduce me. You little devil who deceives people's hearts, you really should clean it up."

Seeing that the scorching heat released just now was about to ignite again, they gritted their teeth and gave the other party a hateful look: "Immediately bid for the longan!"

He caught a glimpse of the blood marks on Wen Feng's delicate neck, and suddenly thought of a question: "Wu Ya hangs the longan around his neck, what's the special effect?"

"Maybe it's to slowly infuse the dragon's energy?" Wen Feng said indifferently, "There is an innate aura in the dragon's body. After a long time of infusion, there will be a ray of dragon's energy in the body. When crossing the catastrophe, the damage to the body of the sky thunder will be reduced. .”

"This is an extremely long process, and it doesn't have much effect on the monks who are half-step gods. More, it must be for..."

One after another sneered and answered: "To show off."

There is no necklace in the world that is more precious than longan.Longan is useless to Wuya itself, but it is the most glorious collection.

The author has something to say:

Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

The talismans of Juechen Daojun and Xingyan Demon Lord are auctioned at the same time on the black market.

Master (angry): Why is my popularity not as high as that of Mojun.

Demon King (angry): How about we switch?

2.

One after another: I didn't expect Ling Chengze's things to be so valuable.It seems to have thought of a way to make money.

It's a pity that Master's talismans are worthless.

Master: Angry.These people have no vision!