Elder Liang looked at his little ancestor with a look of heartache.
No wonder the little ancestor wanted to take them to Beast Taming City to make some money before coming to Huansang City...
Her Hua Lingyu flowed like water, no, like a bucket all poured out!
At this time——
The old man on the fourth floor's muffled voice rang out again, "From your voice, you should be a young girl. Little girl, are you sure you want to spend so many spirit jades to buy this "Ten Thousand Poisons Technique"? It probably won't be of any use to you, right? Otherwise, give me a favor and give it to me."
His tone held a hint of threat.
Yun Zheng raised her eyebrows slightly and said calmly, "The highest bidder wins."
As soon as the words fell, many people were shocked. This little girl was really tough! She didn't care about the old man on the fourth floor at all.
At this moment, in private room 403 on the fourth floor.
An old man in a dark green robe suddenly looked sinister.
He looked at the group of disciples in green robes and asked in a cold voice, "Do you know who that girl was who was shouting at this elder?"
The young man standing in the front row frowned and lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
The delicate-looking girl beside him thought for a few seconds, then her eyes lit up and she snorted coldly, "Disciple knows who the owner of that voice is!"
"Who?" The old man in dark green robe narrowed his eyes.
The other disciples of the Seven Killing Sect all looked at Ning Xiaoyu.
Ning Xiaoyu frowned and tried hard to recall, "It's... it's the little ancestor of the Five Spirits Sect or the Five Elements Spiritual Sect."
Suddenly, she looked up at Ling Moran and asked for confirmation, "Brother Ling, is that right?"
For a moment, all eyes in the private room turned to Ling Moran. Among them, the old man in the dark green robe stared at him with sharp and sinister eyes.
"You know?"
"Grandpa..." Ling Moran pursed his lips and was about to say a few words, but was interrupted coldly by the old man in dark green robe.
"She's the little ancestor from that low-ranking sect who defeated you in Beastmaster City?"
Ling Moran was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.
The old man in the dark green robe shouted angrily, "Useless thing, how could I have a grandson as useless as you!"
The atmosphere in the private room was strange and cold.
Ning Xiaoyu looked at Ling Moran, shocked and angry, and asked, "Senior Brother Ling, why didn't you tell me before that the woman was the one who defeated you through improper means! If that was the case, I would have crippled her that day!"
Ling Moran remained silent.
The old man in the dark green robe glared at him fiercely, then raised the cane in his hand and smashed it against his body with a 'bang'.
Ling Moran frowned, gritted his teeth and still groaned.
Seeing this, the old man hit him with the stick again.
He angrily scolded, "Waste! Don't call me grandpa from now on. I don't have a shameful, useless grandson like you!"
Ling Moran's face turned pale, and his hands, hidden under his sleeves, clenched slightly. He pursed his lips and replied, "Yes."
The other disciples of the Seven Killings Sect were not surprised, and some even felt a hint of gloating.
The old man was so angry that he forgot about bidding. When he looked closely, he found that the auction had already started with the second item.
The old man's face became increasingly gloomy, as if a rainstorm was about to come.
Ning Xiaoyu wanted to heal Ling Moran, but Ling Moran coldly avoided her and only said, "No need."
Ning Xiaoyu looked aggrieved, "Senior Brother Ling, are you blaming Xiaoyu?"
Ling Moran didn't even want to give her a perfunctory answer, but after hearing the old man's warning, he took a deep breath, raised his hand to ruffle Ning Xiaoyu's hair, and tried to soften his tone: "Don't blame me."
When Ning Xiaoyu heard this, her face lit up with joy as she reached out and hugged Ling Moran's arm, saying to herself, "Senior Brother Ling, I will definitely avenge you. Whatever that woman wants later, I will take it away from her!"
"Yeah." Ling Moran closed his eyes and responded numbly.
…
In private room 305.
She was also quite surprised that the price for "The Art of Ten Thousand Poisons" was six million spirit jades. After all, she felt that the old man on the fourth floor was not someone who would give up so easily.
In any case, the auction price was lower than she expected.
The following auction items, although very rare, did not attract her.
Mo Jing was so bored that he fell asleep.
Yan Chen was very fond of the "Art of Ten Thousand Poisons". He wanted to know how to contract and become its master, and wanted to ask Yun Zheng for advice.
But Yun Zheng signaled with her eyes to the handsome man in white sitting beside her and said with a smile, "He should know. Ask him."
Upon hearing this, Mu Yunshuo looked back and happened to meet Yun Zheng's gaze. Yan Chen felt for a moment that he was redundant.
Yan Chen suddenly smiled, he finally understood now.
No wonder…
Yun Zheng would let an unfamiliar disciple be her personal secret guard. It turned out that this 'Mu Yunshuo' was an acquaintance.
Yan Chen went to ask him for advice. After all, he was a person who could be said to have practiced a lot. After all, whenever their Fengyun team had any confusion in cultivation, they would go to ask this Lord Emperor for advice.
In other words, their Fengyun team can be considered half-disciples of this Lord Emperor.
Except for Yun Zheng, the other friends all regarded the Emperor as a senior and did not dare to overstep the boundaries.
Yan Chen went to Mu Yunshuo for advice.
Mo Jing fell asleep.
Xie Mingchen and his companions focused all their attention on the auction floor.
Elder Liang and Baili Yuchen ate and drank, and chattered non-stop.
Yun Zheng was also paying attention to the auction items, but there was nothing she wanted.
Suddenly, Sanfeng became a little restless. She sent a message to Yunzheng, "Master, I can sense the breath of the Wutong tree."
Sycamore tree?
A good tree that can help the Phoenix cultivate faster and heal its wounds!
Upon hearing this, Yun Zheng's eyes fell on the round table, and she saw Old Zhao lifting the red cloth covering the plate.
A small sapling appeared, emitting a faint green light mixed with a comfortable atmosphere.
Elder Zhao smiled and explained, "This tree is a phoenix tree. Don't be fooled by its small size; it's ten thousand years old. Although it's said to be a beneficial tree for the ancient mythical beast, the phoenix, it actually has the ability to heal us as well."
"You only need to use your spiritual power to absorb its essence. You don't have to worry about it dying from being drained of its essence. As long as you nurture it carefully, it will recover."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was moved.
When they were injured, they had to take elixirs to heal their wounds, but elixirs were very expensive. If they had a paulownia tree in hand, wouldn't it be much more convenient?
"Master, I want it." Sanfeng's soft and eager voice sounded, with a hint of coquettishness.
Upon hearing this, Yun Zheng curled her lips and replied softly, "I will definitely get it for you."
After Mr. Zhao finished his introduction, he immediately announced: "The starting price for the auction is two million spiritual jades!"
When everyone heard that this ten thousand year old sycamore tree was suitable for everyone, they immediately started cheering enthusiastically:
"Two million and one hundred thousand spirit jades!"
"Two and a half million spirit jades!"
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