At this moment, a sneer suddenly rang out from the side: "You naive! You think mid-grade spiritual weapons are cabbages? As long as the price is right, there will naturally be a fight for them."

"Guan Xiuwen, stop your sarcastic remarks. I don't know who will buy it, but it certainly won't be your lowly-ranked Kuzhu Peak."

"You're looking for death..."

He Changsheng shook his head. It was not uncommon for fellow disciples to fight for supremacy and dominance.

Even the inner disciples are in this situation, which shows the difficult situation of the outer disciples and low-level cultivators.

However, He Changsheng just sighed a few words and never thought of changing anything. The path to immortality is long and winding, and it has always been like this.

Seeing that the situation was deteriorating, it was finally Deacon Li from the equipment room who stepped in and calmed the situation down.

Just as He Changsheng was about to approach the booth to find out what was going on, he suddenly heard a noise coming from behind again.

There was no small stool, but that didn't stop him from watching the fun and enjoying the show.

"I was wondering who was being so arrogant. It turns out it's someone from Peach Blossom Peak. He's been around Jia Hongyu for so long that he's known as a black sheep. Even his disciples are all like him."

Seeing the leader of Kuzhu Peak coming, the two people from Taohua Peak who had just mocked him were a little afraid to provoke him, but after hearing Shen Qingzhu's contemptuous remarks, they still retorted:

"Senior Sister Shen, even if our Peach Blossom Peak is not very good, it is still not ranked low among the Nine Peaks, right?"

Chen Qingzhu sneered and said, "Then please ask your Senior Brother Jia to come. I am waiting for you at Kuzhu Peak. If you don't come, then can I understand that it is Taohua Peak, the number one of the nine peaks, that is afraid of our Kuzhu Peak, which ranks low?"

"Oh yes, I almost forgot. It was our direct disciple who injured Senior Brother Jia, the number one among your Nine Peaks. I guess he won't have the chance to challenge me in the near future. This is such a pity."

As soon as the words fell, the faces of the disciples present at Taohua Peak instantly turned the color of pig liver.

They now wanted to rush forward and kill the hateful woman in front of them.

But due to Shen Qingzhu's strength, they were angry but dared not speak out, and felt the other party's murderous and heartbreaking behavior.

He Changsheng was caught in the crossfire for no reason, and he couldn't help but look at Shen Qingzhu and said, "Just keep your quarrels to yourself, don't involve me."

He seriously suspected that this woman did it on purpose. Wasn't it just the last time he kicked Feng?

Petty...

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice that you are here too." Shen Qingzhu smiled apologetically.

Do you think you can say bad things about me behind my back when I'm not around?

He Changsheng waved his hand, too lazy to argue with a woman, and signaled her to do what she was doing.

"My dear, please come to my Kuzhu Peak for tea when you have time. I have something you want to know!" Shen Qingzhu smiled, looking like a completely different person from before.

Is this tea drinking serious?

"Is there enough spiritual tea?" He Changsheng's eyes lit up, as if he saw a lot of spiritual power waving at him.

Then listen to what interests him.

Shen Qingzhu was stunned for a moment: "Of course, although our Kuzhu Peak is not as powerful as the other eight peaks, we can still afford a few cups of tea."

How much can a person drink? Moreover, when their cultivation reaches this level, this level of spiritual tea has lost its effect on them.

It's just to satisfy your appetite.

"Then I will definitely visit you someday. Please prepare some more spiritual tea." He Changsheng blinked.

"Okay, no problem at all." Shen Qingzhu replied with a smile.

At this time, Deacon Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Dealing with a genius like Shen Qingzhu was the biggest headache for him.

Now that the situation has calmed down, in order to avoid any further incidents, he quickly announced the start of the auction.

After introducing the auction rules, the next step was to enter the auction phase. The starting price was one hundred spirit stones, and everyone bid one after another.

At the same time, He Changsheng also quietly came to the booth, where many participating disciples gathered, including Shen Qingzhu.

[A mid-grade spiritual weapon has been detected. Should it be converted into spiritual power?]

Hearing the prompt sound, He Changsheng's eyes flashed slightly, but his face remained calm.

In a flash, with a fleeting ray of spiritual energy, his balance successfully increased by two thousand five.

However, He Changsheng did not leave just like that. If he was the only one who left early, wouldn't it make the matter even more obvious?

After all, even the slightest movement he makes now will attract other people's attention, and he is no longer the nameless person he used to be.

Looking at the other two low-grade spiritual weapons not far away, He Changsheng couldn't help but feel regretful. It was not that he didn't want to convert them, but the distance was a little far and was not within the conversion range of the dog system.

Just when everyone was bidding at its peak.

"Hey!! Deacon Li, your weapon room is not selling fakes, right?!" He Changsheng opened his eyes wide, and suddenly pointed at the mid-grade spiritual weapon in the booth with a look of surprise and shouted.

He Changsheng's action made all the noises in the venue stop abruptly, and everyone looked at the booth in confusion.

"Look, this so-called mid-grade spiritual weapon looks like just a piece of ordinary iron, devoid of any spiritual charm. Could it be that the weapon room has some sophisticated method of concealing its aura?"

"In my opinion, Deacon Li, you should check everything carefully before bidding."

"Otherwise, the issue of the weapon room is minor, but more importantly, it will ruin the reputation of our Yuhua Xianzong!"

As soon as He Changsheng finished speaking, there was an uproar on the scene. Deacon Li from the equipment room had a dark face and a hint of surprise.

At this time, he was deeply resentful towards He Changsheng. A good auction was about to be ruined.

Deacon Li forced a smile and said, "Master, this is not something you can say. We are weapon refiners, so how can we sell you fake goods?"

Although it looked a little dim, he had personally put it in the booth and he had never left the booth. There was absolutely no way there could be any mistakes. It might be a problem with the lighting.

As he spoke, Deacon Li turned around and picked up the mid-grade spiritual weapon from the display stand, and said calmly with confidence:

"Everyone, the treasures from our weapon room will definitely not have any problems. Look at this spiritual sword, its sharp edge is exposed, the sword body is as graceful as a startled wild goose, as graceful as a swimming dragon. If you don't believe me, I will show you, so that you can feel the sword's brilliance up close. Stay away to avoid accidental injury."

The next moment, a passage several feet wide instantly opened up in front of Deacon Li, waiting for Deacon Li to perform his move.

Deacon Li narrowed his eyes and sneered in his heart. This sudden change was not entirely troublesome. It was just an opportunity to promote it and boost everyone's enthusiasm for bidding.

A thought came to my mind.

Before he could mobilize his spiritual power to communicate with the spiritual sword, and before he could swing the sword, the spiritual sword suddenly broke in the middle, accompanied by a crisp sword sound.

“Bang!”

Half of the spirit sword fell to the ground and instantly broke into pieces, with sword fragments scattered all over the ground.

Deacon Li was stunned when he saw this, staring blankly at the remaining half of the spiritual sword in his hand with lifeless eyes.

Who can tell him what happened?