Rise of Qinglian

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

A tall and thin middle-aged man stood on a high four-corner platform, surrounded by thousands of wooden chairs. The seats were packed, and many monks were standing. There were also private rooms upstairs.

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

The auction has started for a quarter of an hour, and many good things have appeared, including sets of magic weapons, second-level elixirs, second-level elixirs, and so on.

After patting away a bottle of second-level elixir, the middle-aged man took out a cyan porcelain bottle and said loudly: "A bottle of second-level high-grade spiritual liquid to strengthen the spirit. This spiritual liquid can be taken raw. Monks below the sixth level of foundation building can take this." Spiritual liquid can increase one-third of the spiritual consciousness, and the effect is much better than the nourishing pill. The base price is 1,000 spiritual stones, and each increase in price must not be less than 200." Top grade.

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

He didn't have many spirit stones, so he could only raise the price as much as possible to scare away other bidders.

"I'll pay three thousand two."

The stronger the spiritual consciousness of a cultivator, the more magical weapons he can control, and he can take advantage of them when fighting against the enemy.

"Three thousand and four."

Wang Mingjiang frowned and sent a message to Wang Changfeng: "Changfeng, how many spirit stones do you still have on you? Lend them all to me, and I will definitely return them to you in the future."

Wang Changfeng thought for a while and said: "There are still more than three hundred spiritual stones. If I sell the monster materials, I will lend you fifteen hundred spiritual stones."

"Five thousand."

"Five thousand two!"

"Five thousand four!"

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Wang Mingjiang and Wang Changfeng had less than 5,000 spiritual stones in total. The second-level high-grade puppet beast was seriously damaged and had been scrapped. Unless they sold all the magical weapons they used, looking at the opponent's posture, it was obvious that There is no shortage of spiritual stones.

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

This bottle of divine liquid was finally sold to a female monk in a blue dress for a high price of 6,000 spiritual stones.

A cold light flashed across Wang Mingjiang's eyes. He had been staying on the third floor of the foundation for more than thirty years. In order to practice, he left his youngest son behind and did not return to the family for more than twenty years. He was unwilling to go back, and he did not want to go back. Wang Changfeng is already on the fifth level of foundation building, and his uncle is still on the third level of foundation building, which is embarrassing.

Wang Mingjiang has been stuck on the third level of the foundation for more than thirty years. Because his spiritual consciousness is not strong enough, he wants to change his martial arts. Now that he finally sees the hope of a breakthrough, he will not let it go.

"Wang Mingjiang, you can't do this. Killing people and seizing treasures will happen the first time, and there will be a second time, and it will eventually drag you into the bottomless abyss."

Wang Mingjiang was struggling in his heart. He believed that he was neither a gentleman nor an evil cultivator who killed innocent people indiscriminately.

He can live without killing people and seizing treasures, but if he has to change his skills, it will take him seven or eight years to reach the corresponding level. Adding in the time he spent practicing the "Kui Shui Sutra", it has been more than fifty years. , that is to say, he wasted fifty years in vain and changed the cultivation method halfway. This is a taboo in the world of immortality, and he cannot bear this fact.

"Kill her, and the Divine Strengthening Liquid will be mine, and I won't have to change my skills."

Once this thought appeared in his mind, it could not go away.

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

The auction was still going on, and Wang Mingjiang's mind was entirely focused on the female monk who had taken away the Divine Liquid. He didn't know that the auction was over until the auction ended and the monks left the venue one after another.

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

Wang Changfeng shook Wang Mingjiang's shoulders and said.

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

Wang Changfeng seemed to notice something and frowned but said nothing.

After leaving the auction venue, the nun in the green skirt went to a teahouse 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 nun in the green skirt was.

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

Wang Changfeng sent a message to remind him that it was too stupid to kill people under the nose of Taiyi Immortal Sect.

"Changfeng, since you call me uncle, do me this favor. You know, I have been on the third floor of the foundation for more than thirty years. Do you know how painful I am?"

Wang Mingjiang looked serious and replied via voice transmission.

Wang Changfeng was hesitant, not to mention whether they could succeed. Once they did such a thing, Taiyuanfang City would not be able to stay. He did not want to leave Taiyuanfang City. He also wanted to practice in Taiyuanfang City to build the foundation. It's the ninth floor!

"Changfeng, if you are not willing to help, forget it. I will kill this person. I have been staying on the third floor of the foundation for more than thirty years. If I change my skills, I will have wasted fifty years. I I won’t modify my skills!”

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 had hunted monsters together and supported each other. Although they were uncle and nephew, their relationship was stronger than that of father and son. Wang Mingjiang had said everything for this reason, and he would not help. , unable to face Wang Mingjiang in the future.

"Okay! I'll help you, but it's just this time. It won't happen next time. You put away your murderous intention and don't let her find out."

Wang Changfeng agreed.

The female cultivator in the green skirt is at the fourth level of foundation building. The two of them work together, so they are quite sure.

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

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

If the disciples of Taiyi Immortal Sect were accompanying them, they would really not dare to take action.

"Let's see first, maybe they just drink tea and chat."

Wang Mingjiang comforted himself.

"What if they come along!"

Wang Mingjiang pondered for a moment, his eyes turned cold, and he said through a message: "Zhao Sha, their highest level is only the fourth level of foundation building."

He has been blinded by greed and cannot stop halfway.

When Wang Changfeng heard this, he sighed in his heart. Wang Mingjiang was determined to kill people and seize the treasure. If he didn't help him, Wang Mingjiang would be in trouble.

"Forget it, if we don't talk to each other, let's help Uncle Twenty-one once!"

Not long after, the three women in green skirts walked out of the private room. With deep joy on their faces, the three of them walked downstairs together.

Wang Changfeng stood up and followed him.

"Give way, please give way."

Wang Changfeng's pace was faster, and he shouted loudly as he walked forward quickly.

After hearing this, the three female cultivators walked to the left one after another. The staircase was a bit narrow. Wang Changfeng and the woman in the green skirt passed by each other. What no one saw was that he flicked his hanging left hand and sprinkled some light white powder. On the trousers of the nun in the green skirt.

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

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