"You've arrived already?"
Jiang Deng raised his eyebrows slightly. "I remember there are still five days before the competition starts. Why do you have to go early?"
Xia Chenqing replied, "Because we still need time to discuss tactics."
"Is that so?" Jiang Deng nodded. "Then who will be leading the team this time?"
"It's Master Jiang of Roushui Peak."
Jiang Roushui? Jiang Zhi's father?
Jiang Deng remembered Jiang Roushui, who was the strongest among the peak masters. The fact that he was leading the team this time showed how much the Taichu Sword Sect valued this competition.
"Okay, I got it. It will be here in the next few days."
After Jiang Deng finished speaking, he took the initiative to cut off contact with Xia Chenqing.
"Zhiling, let's go."
"Okay, sister!"
Jiang Zhiling reluctantly put away the scabbard and followed Jiang Deng's steps.
downstairs.
While Song Yayue was busy and couldn't pay attention to him, Wang San came to the counter and humbly said to the old shopkeeper, "Old shopkeeper, I've been working in the auction house for so long. Even if I haven't made any contributions, I've worked hard. Can you please talk to Song Simi on my behalf and ask her not to fire me?"
"What?"
The old shopkeeper stopped tapping his abacus and asked with a puzzled look on his face. It seemed that he was not only dizzy but also deaf.
Wang San could only raise his voice a little, "I said! Don't fire me!"
"What? Speak louder, I can't hear you."
Just as the old shopkeeper finished speaking, a clerk came over and showed him a spiritual weapon in his hand. "Old shopkeeper, look at this Xuan-level spiritual weapon. How much is it worth in spirit stones?"
"Oh, three hundred high-grade spirit stones." The old shopkeeper said decisively.
Wang San: “…”
This person's voice was not even as loud as his, but the old shopkeeper responded immediately. So the old shopkeeper couldn't hear what he said alone?
Realizing that the old shopkeeper didn't want to bother with him, Wang San sighed and had to move forward to go home.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the door, a Jindan realm cultivator with a strong physique and wearing the clothes of the Paradise Sect blocked his way.
Zhou Hui looked at Wang San in front of him and said firmly, "I saw you when I came here this morning. You are a clerk in this auction house."
Wang San was about to clarify when Zhou Hui suddenly stuffed a handful of spirit stones into his arms without saying a word.
"I'm asking you something, and you'd better tell the truth."
One hundred high-grade spirit stones!
Wang San looked at the heavy spirit stones in his hand in shock. He couldn’t earn so many spirit stones even if he worked for ten years!
With so many spirit stones, why should he work? To hell with work!
Wang San immediately looked at Zhou Hui with a smile on his face, "What do you want to ask, sir? As long as I know everything, I will tell you everything!"
Fearing that the crowd would expose his purpose, Zhou Hui sent a message to Wang San, "What is the identity of the guest in Room 3?"
"this……"
Wang San's smile froze. How could he know who was in Private Room 3? He had never been in there!
"Hmm? Do you know?"
Zhou Hui stared at Wang San scrutinizingly, his tone gradually becoming impatient.
Wang San realized that if he couldn't give a satisfactory answer to the other party, the other party might take back the huge amount of spirit stones at any time!
I have to tell someone quickly!
It’s okay to talk nonsense!
Wang San glanced around and happened to see Jiang Deng and Jiang Zhiling leaving the Jinshi Auction House.
Remembering that it was these two people who didn't take out the invitation letter in advance that caused him to lose his job, Wang San's eyes lit up. He pointed at Jiang Deng and the other person and said in a low voice, "They! It's them!"
Zhou Hui narrowed his eyes slightly, "Really?"
Wang San nodded desperately, "I wouldn't dare to lie to anyone, not even the masters of the Paradise Cult! Besides, when you attended the auction before, did you see them in the hall? The reason they weren't in the hall was because they were in Private Room Number Three!"
Hearing this, Zhou Hui fell into memories.
When I looked down from upstairs before, I had indeed never seen anyone dressed like this in the hall. To be more precise, I had never seen any female cultivators in the hall.
It seems that these two female cultivators are indeed guests of the private room, and they are very likely the one who competed with Hall Master Ying for the ghost face in private room No. 3!
"Okay," Zhou Hui nodded, lying calmly, "Please come with me and tell the hall master everything. You will be rewarded handsomely when the time comes."
What? There's a big reward!
Wang San's face lit up with joy. "Okay, okay! I'll go with you, sir."
Zhou Hui nodded and took Wang San to the alley nearby.
The alley was dark and deep, and there was no one else except the two of them. As Wang Er walked deeper into the alley, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.
He already has so many spirit stones that he can't spend them all in his lifetime. Why should he take risks for spirit stones that he has no chance of seeing?
After realizing this, Wang Er immediately stopped and began to back out. "Sir, how about, how about just forget it? I've told you everything. There's no need to go, right?"
Zhou Hui in front suddenly turned around, his face filled with murderous intent, "It's too late to regret now!"
Wang San realized something was wrong and was about to shout when Zhou Hui unsheathed the long sword from his waist.
The sharp blade flashed and blood spurted!
Wang San's head rolled to the ground, his eyes wide open. It was obvious that he could not believe until his death that he would die young.
"Humph, do you really think my money is so easy to take?"
Zhou Hui sneered, took the spirit stone out of Wang San's hand, and stuffed it back into his storage bag.
He did not leave immediately, but first destroyed Wang Er's body, then cast a cleansing spell on himself to wash off the blood stains on his body. Then he left the alley and returned to the Jinshi Auction House.
Back in the private room on the third floor, Zhou Hui reported the news he had heard from Wang San to the hall master Ying Fu Hao.
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Jiang Deng and Jiang Zhiling strolled along the street, heading towards the city gate at a leisurely pace.
Anyway, Bai'an City, where the Jinshi Auction House is located, is very close to the Jile Fairy Palace. If they set out tonight, they will arrive early tomorrow morning and it will take less than half a day.
From what Xia Chenqing said, everyone from the Taichu Sword Sect went there. I don’t know what happened with Feng Jiuyou’s complaint. Was Lin Jun expelled from the sect?
Jiang Deng touched her chin, her eyes gleaming with interest. She couldn't wait to watch the fun!
However, at this moment, Jiang Deng suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis for no reason. This is... someone is watching her!
The lowest level of strength is Nascent Soul Realm!
Jiang Deng walked out of the city gate calmly, and at the same time sent a message to Jiang Zhiling beside him, "Zhiling, someone is following us, we are no match for them."
"Ah?" Jiang Zhiling asked in a voice transmission, "Sister, what should we do? Should we stay and fight them head-on, or should we just run away?"
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