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Taiyifang City, Taiyuanfang City. In the first floor of Tai, a large-scale auction is being held.

A tall, thin middle-aged man was standing on a four-cornered platform, surrounded by thousands of wooden chairs, and the seats were full. Many monks were standing, and there was a private room upstairs.

Wang Changfeng and Wang Mingjiang sat in the front, Wang Mingjiang frowned.

The auction has already started for a quarter of an hour, and many good things have appeared, such as complete sets of magic tools, second-order medicinal herbs, second-order spiritual medicines, and so on.

After taking away a bottle of second-order medicinal herbs, the middle-aged man took out a cyan porcelain bottle and said loudly: "A bottle of second-order high-grade spiritual liquid, this spiritual liquid can be taken alive, and the monks below the sixth floor of the foundation can take this Spiritual liquid can increase one-third of spiritual consciousness, and the effect is much better than that of Yangshendan, the base price is one thousand spirit stones, and the price must not be less than two hundred each time."

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, Wang Mingjiang couldn't wait to shout, "Three thousand."

He didn't have many spiritual stones on his body, so he could only try to raise the price as much as possible to scare off other bidders.

"I'll come out with three thousand two."

The stronger the spiritual consciousness of the immortal cultivator, the more magic weapons he can control, and he can take a lot of advantage when fighting the enemy.

"Three thousand four."

Wang Mingjiang frowned and sent Wang Changfeng a voice transmission: "Changfeng, how many spiritual stones do you have on your body? Lend all of them to me, and I will pay you back in the future."

Wang Changfeng thought for a while and said, "There are still more than 300 spirit stones. If you sell the monster beast materials, you will have 1,500 spirit stones and I will lend them to you."

"Five thousand."

"Five thousand two!"

"Five thousand four!"

The spirit stones on Wang Mingjiang and Wang Changfeng add up, and there are no more than 5,000 spirit stones. The second-order high-grade puppet beasts are seriously damaged and have been scrapped, unless they sell all the magic tools they use, but looking at the opponent's posture, it is obvious There is no shortage of spirit stones.

Wang Mingjiang gritted his teeth, pondered for a moment, and sighed deeply.

This bottle of spirit-strengthening liquid was finally taken away by a female cultivator wearing a long blue dress at a high price of 6,000 spirit stones.

Wang Mingjiang's eyes quickly flashed a bit of cold light. He has stayed on the third floor of the foundation for more than 30 years. In order to cultivate, he left his young son and did not return to the family for more than 20 years. He was not reconciled and did not want to go back. Wang Changfeng is already on the fifth floor of the foundation, and his uncle is still on the third floor, which is a shame.

Evil courage was born to the side. Wang Mingjiang was stuck on the third floor of the Foundation Building for more than 30 years. Because his consciousness was not strong enough, he wanted to revise the cultivation method. Now that he finally saw the hope of breakthrough, he naturally would not let it go.

"Wang Mingjiang, you can't do this. Killing people and stealing treasures is something like the first time, and there will be a second time, which will eventually drag you into a bottomless abyss."

Wang Mingjiang is struggling in his heart. He believes that he is not a righteous gentleman, nor is he an evil cultivator who kills innocent people indiscriminately.

He can still live without killing people and stealing treasures, but it takes seven or eight years for him to cultivate to the corresponding level if he needs to change his cultivation method. In addition, the time he spent cultivating the "Sunflower Shui Zhenjing" has been more than fifty years. , That is to say, he wasted fifty years of his time in vain, modifying the practice method halfway, this is a taboo in the world of immortals, and he cannot bear this fact.

"Kill her, and the strong spirit liquid is mine, so I don't need to modify the exercises."

Once this thought appeared in his mind, it couldn't go away.

Wang Mingjiang took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He wanted to kill this woman, but he had to plan carefully.

The auction was still going on, and Wang Mingjiang's thoughts were all on the female cultivator who took away the Zhuang Divine Liquid. He didn't know that the auction was over until the auction ended and the cultivators left the venue one after another.

"Uncle Twenty-one, the auction is over, let's go!"

Wang Changfeng shook Wang Mingjiang's shoulder and said.

Wang Mingjiang responded and followed quietly behind the female cultivator in the blue skirt.

Wang Changfeng seemed to sense something, frowned and said nothing.

After leaving the auction venue, the girl in the blue skirt went to a restaurant and entered a private room on the second floor.

Wang Mingjiang and Wang Changfeng were sitting by the window on the second floor. Wang Mingjiang's eyes were fixed on the private room where the female cultivator in the blue skirt was.

"Uncle Twenty-one, what do you want to do? Don't do stupid things!"

Wang Changfeng's voice transmission reminded that killing people under the eyes of Taiyi Xianmen is too stupid.

"Changfeng, since you called me uncle, do me a favor, you know, I've stayed on the third floor of the foundation building for more than 30 years, do you know how painful I am?"

Wang Mingjiang's face was serious, and the voice transmission replied.

Wang Changfeng was hesitant, not to mention whether they could succeed. Once this kind of thing was done, Taiyuanfang City would not be able to stay there. He didn't want to leave Taiyuanfang City. He also wanted to cultivate in Taiyuanfang City to build a foundation The ninth floor!

"Changfeng, if you don't want to help, then forget it. I will kill this person. I have stayed on the third floor of the Foundation Building for more than 30 years. It won't change the practice!"

Wang Mingjiang's tone was a little heavy, and his eyes were full of determination.

Wang Changfeng looked hesitant. Over the years, he and Wang Mingjiang have hunted monsters together and supported each other. Although they are two uncles and nephews, their relationship is better than that of father and son. , will not be able to face Wang Mingjiang in the future.

"Okay! I'll help you, but it's just this time, it won't be an example next time. Put away your murderous intentions and don't let her find out."

Wang Changfeng agreed.

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Not long after, two female monks from the Taiyi Immortal Sect came up and walked into the private room where the female monk in the blue skirt was.

Seeing this scene, Wang Mingjiang and Wang Changfeng looked at each other.

If the disciples of Taiyi Immortal Sect accompanied them, they would not dare to do anything.

"Let's see first, maybe they are just drinking tea and chatting."

Wang Mingjiang comforted himself.

"What if they accompany them!"

Wang Mingjiang pondered for a moment, his eyes were cold, and he said, "Zhao kill, they are only the fourth floor of the foundation."

He has been swept away by greed, and it is impossible to stop halfway.

When Wang Changfeng heard the words, he sighed deeply in his heart. Wang Mingjiang was determined to kill people and seize treasures. If he didn't help him, Wang Mingjiang would be more fortunate than lucky.

"Forget it, let's help Uncle Twenty-One once the family doesn't talk about the two families!"

It didn't take long for the three women in blue skirts to walk out of the private room, with a strong look of joy on their faces, and walked downstairs together.

Wang Changfeng stood up and followed.

"Give it up, please let it go."

Wang Changfeng's pace was relatively fast, and he shouted loudly while walking forward.

After hearing this, the three female cultivators walked to the left side one after another. The entrance to the stairs was a bit narrow. Wang Changfeng and the woman in the green skirt passed by. What no one saw was that his hanging left hand flicked, and some pale white powder was scattered. On the trousers of the female nun in the blue dress.

He quickly walked down the stairs and went straight outside, looking like he was in a hurry.

The three women in the green skirt did not notice anything unusual, and walked outside talking and laughing.