Cultivating Master In City

However, Zhou Yi has only 200000 Lingjing in his hand, and he can't take out the 50000. Zhou Yi can't help but turn his eyes to the VIP room where Jianyu is located.

Zhou Yi looked at him, but he was surprised to find that the other party showed a kind look at him. Then the waiter said, "Dear guest, the guest on the 19th has delivered Lingjing."

"OK, I see. Go."

Zhou Yi was stunned at first, then took over the broken skill in his hand and waved.

Little two seconds to understand, nodded and left respectfully.

The auction continued until the final climax of the fairy grass - Soul raising grass came out. The already depressed auction attracted another upsurge.

The soul and the body are the two major ways of cultivation. It is difficult to find pills to enhance the strength of the body, and herbs to enhance the soul are even more difficult to find, let alone herbs that can not only enhance the strength of the soul, but also nourish the soul.

In other words, the auction of soul nourishing grass will be more intense than the auction of advanced Dan.

The starting price of soul nourishing grass is 300000 Lingjing. Zhou Yi's Lingjing doesn't add up to this number, which makes him speechless.

He wanted to sell the broken rank pill to bid for the soul nourishing grass, but the old man shook his head and said, "it's enough for you to bid for that skill. You don't need to spend any more Lingjing."

"Lingjing is an external thing. How can you compare with your spirit, old man, if you don't bring life and don't bring death?"

Zhou Yi frowned and, despite the dissuasion, made a direct bid.

However, Zhou Yi underestimated other monks' desire for soul nourishing grass.

Not only did Peng Jingyu, the younger of the Peng family, bid, but even the purple monk in VIP room 27 also offered.

Soon, the price of soul nourishing grass soared to 700000 Lingjing, and there was even a rising trend.

"A million Lingjing!"

When this price appeared, the whole audience was in an uproar and turned their attention to the VIP room of the bid.

And the VIP room is to help Zhou Yi pay 250000 Lingjing for the scattered repair, sword language!

After discovering that the bidder was the casual sword language in VIP room 19, he was really happy and worried.

Peng Jingyu's pupil in VIP room 13 shrinks sharply, and an ominous premonition rises from the bottom of his heart. He always feels that he has provoked people who should not be provoked... Can people who can afford nearly 1.25 million Lingjing be ordinary people?

The working capital of their Peng family doesn't know whether there is 1.25 million Lingjing!

On the 27th and a dozen other VIP rooms, the eyes were full of greed.

People who can afford 1.25 million Lingjing will not have only these Lingjing

"One million Lingjing, is there anything higher than this price?"

Shopkeeper Li Yuli's eyes were full of excitement. The charming smile on his pretty face swept around, as if to induce others to continue bidding.

Although one million Lingjing still exceeded her expectations, the so-called merchant nature is greedy. Since there is a price of one million Lingjing, there will be a price of 1.1 million or even 1.2 million.

However, it is a pity that she has made three consecutive voices, and no one has bid for the soul nourishing grass. Shopkeeper Li Yu and Li can only knock the hammer to fix the sound. Congratulations to VIP room 19 for taking the soul nourishing grass at the price of one million Lingjing.

At this point, the auction of tianwai pavilion was over. Even Zhou Yi didn't expect that the 200000 Lingjing he brought could not afford to buy soul raising grass, and even said that 200000 was useless. He returned a broken skill.

It was beyond his expectation.

But just as Zhou Yi was about to leave tianwai Pavilion, the door of the VIP room was pushed open. The waiter came in again and said respectfully to Zhou Yi, "guest, distinguished guests on the 19th, please, look?"

When Zhou Yi heard the speech, he certainly knew that there was no reason for free lunch, so he nodded to the waiter and said, "lead the way."

He followed Xiao Er to a banquet hall in tianwai Pavilion. There were two luxurious boxes on the third floor of the hall. At the sign of Xiao Er, Zhou Yi stepped into the box on the right.

It seems that the person who can hold a banquet in tianwai pavilion has a good background.

After seeing the sword language, the sword language smiled at Zhou Yi, waved his hand and said, "please sit down, Taoist friends."

Zhou Yi nodded, said thanks and sat down.

"I'd like to introduce myself. My name is sword language. The sword of three foot green sword, the language of language, haven't asked Taoist friends...?" sword language introduced myself very politely.

"Zhou Yi."

Zhou Yi simply reported his name. No matter what the other party's reaction was, he immediately took out 200000 Lingjing and a pill and put them in front of the sword language. He politely said, "here are 200000 Lingjing and a broken rank pill that can break through the period of Zifu. I'll take it as 50000 Lingjing and return it to brother Jian."

"Zhou Daoyou doesn't need to be so polite. I helped him because I saw his fate." Jianyu smiled and pushed him back to Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed a light. Just the moment he stepped into the box, he found that the man in front of him, although he was a human, also had a little unreachable magic spirit around his body, which made Zhou Yi guess that the purpose of sword language is likely to be this.

"You don't get paid if you have no merit. Brother Jian, you'd better accept these. It's hard to owe people." Zhou yiruo pointed out.

"Hehe, Zhou Daoyou, this is not human, but just that I simply want to make a friend." the conversation of sword language turned and opened the topic, "by the way, Zhou Daoyou, where do you learn from, why do I always think you feel friendly?"

Here we go. Back to business.

Zhou Yi smiled in his heart, but said with theout moving his face: "I'm just a casual practitioner. I don't have a school."

"Oh?" the sword language frowned and was about to say something, but there was a startling roar outside the door.

"Rats die!"

As soon as the voice fell, a huge force lifted the whole box. Zhou Yi and Jianyu flashed away and avoided the blow.

They fixed their eyes and found that there were nearly ten people coming, six friars with golden elixirs and four friars in the early days of Zifu.

Among them are Peng Jingyu, a senior and junior of the Peng family, and the purple house friar in box 27!

"Taoist friend Zhou, wait aside. Brother, I'll meet them and they'll come."

The sword language smiled slightly. Even in the face of nearly ten monk experts, he just flashed through countless cold eyes. Then he held a three foot green peak in his hand and was ready to fight.

Zhou Yi smiled gently and said, "brother Jian, since you want to make friends with me, why should you treat me as an outsider? Well, you deal with five people and I deal with five people. We are better than each other."

"OK, it's up to Zhou Daoyou." a little surprise flashed in Jian Yu's eyes and smiled.

Seeing the response of the sword, Zhou Yi looked at the old man in the Taoist robe in VIP room 27 and sneered: "old man, let me see what you can do and dare to compete with me for things!"

The Taoist robe old man was almost annoyed by Zhou Yi's words.

Obviously you have photographed the treasure, but you still have an unpainted face. Why are you so hateful?

"You can't own that broken skill. If you hand it over now, I may consider letting you go. If you don't hand it over, ha ha."

"Have you finished?" Zhou Yi said with a smile, "come and give me the head!"

Zhou Yi's understated words made the Taoist robe old man sneer and shout: "young generation, you have seed. You dare to challenge me, a monk of the purple mansion period, when the golden elixir is full. Let me see your strength."

As soon as the voice fell, a sword different from the realm of golden elixir came to Zhou Yi. Zhou Yi's pupils shrank and suddenly avoided to one side. However, he saw that the sword directly split into the banquet hall of tianwai Pavilion below and cut it clean.

"Boy, what are you hiding from?" the old Taoist priest sneered.

Zhou Yi pretended not to hear this. Instead, he touched his chin and said to himself, "it's interesting that a sword has hundreds of swords."

"Let's see if your swordsmanship is better or mine!"

After Zhou Yi's words, the Lingxiao sword in his hand threw a sword flower and took the initiative to cut off the old Taoist robe.

The Taoist robe old man was surprised. He didn't understand what the boy had to rely on. He dared to take the initiative to fight himself?

The thought came in a flash. The Taoist robe elder would not miss this great opportunity and welcomed it.

"Qiang!"

The sound of a golden war was heard. At this moment, the Taoist robed old man only felt a powerful force coming along his sword to his right arm. He felt paralyzed and almost threw out his sword.

"Why is the boy with the golden elixir so terrible in his body? He is not his opponent in cultivating superior body refining skills?"

The Taoist robed old man was shocked. Suddenly, he felt that he had encountered hard stubble, and subconsciously wanted to escape.

He didn't even have the mind to use his magic power against Zhou Yi. He turned and flew away in the distance.

"Want to escape? Where do I see you going?"

Although Zhou Yi was surprised that his physical strength could resist the Taoist robe elder in the purple mansion period, he knew that this was not the time to lose his mind. Seeing that the Taoist robe elder actually wanted to escape, Zhou Yi turned white and launched his white eyes with attacking magic power. Several strange white needles shot out of Zhou Yi's white pupils and hit the Taoist robe elder's back in an instant.

Hearing the old Taoist priest's scream, he was shot down to the ground by Zhou Yi's attack. The purple house was broken, his cultivation was wasted, and he fainted on the spot.

The people around were suddenly surprised.

The fight between Zhou Yi and the Taoist robe old man was only a flash. He didn't even think of the sword language. It was just a breath. Zhou Yi abandoned the Taoist robe old man, a monk in the purple mansion period, with his great and round cultivation of gold elixir!

"Unexpectedly, it was Zhou Daoyou who cut the top. It seems that I'm going to work hard."

Although Jianyu was somewhat surprised by Zhou Yi's strength and was able to kill the friars of Zifu period, he didn't seem very surprised. He just glanced at Zhou Yi and focused on the remaining nine friars.

"Let me see who should die first..."