Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 155 Entering the martial arts battle Cai Dieyin

The starting price for "Spiritual Toad Swallowing Technique" is 2,900 spirit stones.

According to Wu Meng's opinion, the price is slightly low, and if placed in the market, it would be a slight miss.

So quite, the upper limit is about five thousand spirit stones.

Once this amount is exceeded, even if it is in hand, it is a waste of money.

Considering that today's situation is special, it is better to do less than to do more. His psychological price is six thousand spirit stones. If it is higher, he will either give up or have a hard time.

Wu Meng's estimate was quite accurate.

The price rose very quickly at first, then slowed down after crossing 4,000.

Seeing that the time was almost here, he took out a pile of spiritual stones from his storage bag, looked at them painfully, and put them into the bamboo tube.

Four thousand five hundred pieces!

Equivalent to about one-fifth of his net worth.

There has never been such a large transaction since I started cultivating immortality.

Wu Meng's heart beat a little faster, and he saw that after this round of quotations, the highest price was indeed not moved, and no one followed up within a breath or two.

Seeing his last breath, just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the price suddenly jumped.

Five thousand!

One thousand of them are collected in the form of points.

Wu Meng was stunned for a moment, and without hesitation, he took out five hundred spirit stones and poured them into the bamboo tube.

Wow!

With a crisp sound, the quotation changed to five thousand five thousand.

You won’t follow me this time, right? !

This price has greatly exceeded the actual price. To be honest, if I hadn't practiced the fragments myself, I should have given up based on reason alone.

However, to his expectation, the other party struggled for a long time and actually increased the price again, raising the price to 6,000.

This time it was Wu Meng's turn to be embarrassed.

He looked into the fogged mirror, his eyes flickering uncertainly, and deep down he was weighing the pros and cons.

If he doesn't end up, all the spirit stones put into the bamboo tube will be returned, but it means that for a long time in the future, it will be difficult to make any progress in the art of spirit toad.

If you enter the market, the worst case scenario is to lose five thousand spiritual stones for nothing.

Not only that, some of the trump cards will also really come to light.

The turning of thoughts only takes a moment.

His expression returned to its calm state, and he took out a bamboo leaf and put it into the bamboo tube.

This bamboo leaf symbolizes one hundred points, which he had previously mortgaged in exchange for a magic weapon.

Six thousand one hundred!

The fog between the cloud platforms rolled up, which seemed to indicate that the atmosphere was getting heated.

This is the highest price ever paid in an auction. The surrounding cloud platforms and pairs of eyes all turned to the martial arts platform.

After Wu Meng made his bid, the other party gave up the increase and entered into a fight.

Lean slightly.

Four figures emerged from between the cloud platforms and arrived at the bottom on a five-leaf bamboo plate.

Before Wu Meng could stand still, he saw a familiar figure standing not far away.

The white palace skirt is as graceful as a jade bird, with a trace of flowers on her eyebrows.

Who else could it be if it wasn’t Zhao Xueying?

When he cast his gaze, the other party also looked over as if he was aware of it.

The two eyes met, and the expressions on both sides became extremely subtle.

Wu Meng wondered, how could the other person be like a piece of brown candy? Ever since they met in the spiritual world, they couldn't get rid of him even if they changed their appearance!

Thinking about it, I saw a cold smile on Zhao Xueying's face.

This look seemed to put the grudge against Xanthium on himself.

This woman is really unreasonable.

There was an unknown anger in his heart, and he suppressed it again. Before he could start, his eyes swept over the other two people as usual.

Both of them are late-stage monks, so they should not be underestimated.

Looking at the slightly nervous expressions and gazes of the two of them, Wu Meng smiled slightly and had some concerns in his mind.

Boom!

It sounded like a drum beat. The clouds and mist were billowing, the bamboo leaves were rustling, and the fighting officially began.

Zhao Xueying had been prepared for a long time, and she didn't hold anything back. Her fingertips pierced the flower, and in the middle of her breath, colorful butterflies gathered, fluttering their wings from her bright wrist, and flew towards Wu Meng.

At the same time, a red diamond flew out from between her clothes like splashing ink.

Snapped!

Before the colorful butterfly arrived, Hongling volleyed and knocked Wu Meng into oblivion.

But it was just an afterimage.

Somewhere on the cloud platform, Xanthium lucidum clenched its chin and exclaimed: "Wow! It's so fast!"

"The illusion of holding flowers and holding the moon garden is unique among the three continents. Simple speed may not solve the problem." On the edge of another platform, Yakumo held a gourd and glanced at it.

Beside him, Zhao Siyue had a slight smile on her face: "Xueying told me that she is looking for someone who has powerful spiritual consciousness and can control other people's minds."

"Oh? You might as well name the person. Yunyao Wu Meng fits perfectly! I have investigated with Qianjinshan disciples, and this person is also the key figure in killing Long Pei."

Zhao Siyue asked: "Then why can't I see the person in the picture?"

"Who knows?"

Yakumo shrugged and took a sip of wine: "I can't find anyone, so I can only treat him like half a young immortal..."

"Alright."

As the two talked, the situation changed.

Wu Meng's figure appeared at the edge of the cloud platform. Zhao Xueying seemed to have room for him alone and did not want to pursue him.

The idea is quite straightforward, but the operation is difficult.

"Let's all come together! If we don't deal with this person, no one will be able to get rid of him."

Wu Mengying shouted.

The other two people wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, but a tiger kept hiding behind them.

The previous colorful butterfly technique was diverted to the east, and the two of them fell into the illusion and almost lost their red diamond magic weapon.

In comparison, Wu Meng is much more relaxed and freehand.

The illusion that he originally took seriously in the spiritual view was almost broken with the blessing of Yun Shenpu.

This is not because Zhao Xueying is weak, but because she has encountered Tianke, and the effects of illusion methods are as good as ten.

However, what made Wu Meng very concerned was that when faced with such a predicament, there was no look of annoyance or depression on the other party's face.

What's even more exaggerated is that he continued to perform tricks and began to mutter words in his mouth. As he moved, phantoms of petals condensed and fell around him.

The color is dazzling and the fallen flowers are colorful.

Each piece of flower falls to a low place, causing layers of ripples, and then turns into a colorful butterfly in the reflection, fluttering its wings.

This scene is extremely beautiful.

And Zhao Xueying, who was surrounded by flowers and colorful butterflies, was worthy of the name of a beautiful fairy. Her whole body seemed to be glowing, like an immortal banished from the Nine Heavens.

The onlookers will naturally not let him perform the magic.

Two late-stage monks each drew a golden flying sword and drew a golden line in mid-air.

Another person used an advanced technique, summoning seven or eight groups of dark fire lotus, the size of a thumb, without flames or flowers, lining up like candied haws and shooting towards the other side.

The methods of these two people are not weak, and even Wu Meng sensed a strong sense of danger from them.

The ten thousand flower screen unfolded by Zhao Xueying was divided into two by the 'golden thread'.

The flying fire lotus branched off into one flower and started to spin. Suddenly, a blazing flame burst into flames. Wu Meng felt that his breath was burning even though he was more than ten feet away.

The air became even more distorted.

The flame only burned for a moment, completely burning through the ten thousand flower screen, and the remaining fire lotus lined up and got in.

It was too late, but in the blink of an eye, Feijian and Huolian were on their bodies one after another.

A foundation-building monk came within two feet and was ready to rescue him in time.

However, at the next moment, the eyes of several people in the field suddenly stared.

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