Chapter 92 Being Tracked
"A thousand spiritual stones!"
.............................
"Sure enough, he shouted for another price, 1,000 spiritual stones and 18,000 spiritual stones. This man is really a rich man!" One person was indignant.
"That's right. When you see something auctioned, a thousand spiritual stones don't take it seriously. Is it really an ancestral to Yuanying in the game world?"
"It's really possible. I see, the last two final auction items will definitely be auctioned by that person. So many golden elixirs have only been auctioned to two treasures! How can it be!"
...........................................................
"Uncle, what should I do? We came here this time for that item. Now there is a person of unknown origin who is blocking it. Looking at this situation, we will definitely participate in the auction. What should we do?
"Don't be impatient. If he really auctioned us, we can't be blamed. We can only be cruel and insatiable. Whether he is Jin Dan period or a son of a big family, he wants to die by himself, then don't be polite!"
The old uncle with a goatee looked at the dark room where Nalan Zhouyi was, and his eyes were full of cold light. Obviously, Nalan Zhouyi has become a thorn in other people's eyes, and he is a real fat sheep!
"Uncle, what if it's an old monster in the Yuanying period?" The teenager did not give up.
"The old monster in the Yuanying period? Have you ever seen an old monster in the Yuanying period who wants to buy everything, even some simple herbs. Which old monster in the Yuanying period is so poor that only has a spirit stone?!"
Uncle said with a cold face, looking at the younger generation in front of him and explaining patiently. If Nalan Zhouyi heard it, he would definitely be shocked. Jiang is still old and hot, and the head of the analysis is
The old monster in the Yuanying period may play games in the world, but it is not so hungry. It doesn't even have the most basic family, but there are countless spiritual stones.
"Senior, did you call me? I don't know what to order!?"
Mengling came in generously, with a layer of deep respect on his face and joked. He could guess what the identity of the immortals who took thousands and Wanling stones seriously were. At least his status was extremely noble, and he was hidden and could not help but be disrespectful.
"Miss Er, I have something to go first, but I can't bear to give up the last two auctions. I don't know if Miss Er can reveal it and let me see if it's worth staying and continue to participate in the auction." Holding the exquisite cup and fairy wine Qionglu, Nalan Zhouyi enjoyed it very much.
"This..."
"What? Is the second lady a little embarrassed? Nalan Zhouyi raised his eyebrows.
"Well, no, since the seniors want to know, then I have said it. These last two treasures are the Shangqing Nine Rings of the Shangqing Palace, which are a set of serial magic weapons. They are infinitely used and interlinked. They are endlessly used. They are the most precious treasures of the Shangqing Palace. However, 70 years ago, the Shangqing Palace was destroyed and turned around. I am in the hands of the Fairy Pavilion; the second one is the colorful clouds chasing the moon, and another flying magic weapon. It is not only brilliantly glazed, like colorful clouds, like a dream, but also flying fast. Although it is not as good as the wind-chasing flying charm, it is not much different! However, the biggest function of chasing the moon in the colorful cloud is its concealment. It can be transformed into a colorful cloud, just like the real touch. Generally, few people can explore it!"
Meng Ling talked and always paid attention to Nalan Zhouyi's expression, but she was disappointed. Nalan Zhouyi was like a pool of stagnant water, and there was no waves in the ancient well. However, Nalan Zhouyi really can't afford to rise any ripples, but for Nalan Zhouyi now, these two final treasures are really unattractive.
"If you are interested in these two treasures, you should beware of the two below. According to our secret understanding of the Immortal Pavilion, these two should be the remnant disciples of the former Qing Palace. This time, they are bound to win the nine series of Shangqing, and the female senior Jindan, who came to chase the moon for the colorful clouds this time!"
As Mengling spoke, he pointed to the three people below. Nalan Zhouyi looked down, and the three did not look at Nalan Zhouyi. However, in this dark room, he could only see the outside. Nalan Zhouyi could not be seen outside, and his consciousness could not be detected. Nalan Zhouyi sighed gently. It seemed that the Immortal Pavilion* was quite thick. Although it was all golden elixir and there was also a foundation-building period, it should not be underestimated because there was a wide range of people.
"Okay, Miss Er, there is so much trouble this time. Good bye!"
"Senior..." The dream spirit wants to speak but stops.
Nalan Zhouyi looked around, stood up and photographed 16 treasures, including flowers and grass, swords and prescriptions. Nalan Zhouyi was very satisfied this time and walked out of the room with satisfaction and went out of the city. Mengling, who left something behind, could not imagine the last two treasures. Nalan Zhouyi would not move and turn around and leave.
"Gentlemen, the auction of the final items is about to begin. Please take a look at the first treasure," Menghuo slowly opened a wooden box and suddenly glowed. "Gentlemen, this is the ninth chain of Shangqing Palace, which was destroyed 70 years ago. I believe you have also heard about this treasure, and I won't say anything about it. The auction price is a thousand spiritual stones!"
After Menghuo finished speaking, a group of people all looked at the room where Nalan Zhouyi was located, and even Menghuo was no exception. So many people, with their eyes shot together, suddenly stunned.
"The man is gone!"
"The mysterious man is gone! Hurry up."
"Go!"
Seeing that Nalan Zhouyi's room was empty, he was half happy and half eager. What was happy was that the two treasures below finally missing a strong competitor, and half anxious were malicious people. Suddenly, they swarmed out and pursued Nalan Zhouyi's deeds everywhere.
"Go and report to the monk who robbed the prince to build the foundation is about to leave the city. Go!"
"Yes!"
"What, he is the monk who just auctioned so many treasures, the late foundation-building monk?"
"Hey, it's really him. In the later stage of building the foundation, you're unlucky to meet my old demon!"
For a while, the city overflowed, and the wealth and silk touched people's hearts. What's more, thinking of a thorough fat sheep like Nalan Zhouyi, Nalan Zhouyi became noisy behind him, and the thoughts flew all over the sky, and the divine thoughts of the Jindan period swept around on Nalan Zhouyi. I thought that Nalan Zhouyi was unconscious, but I didn't know that Nalan Zhouyi's mind was even more perverted and was close to the old strange idea of the Yuanying period. However, Nalan Zhouyi was not afraid, and the people who died were not worth mentioning it.
Nalan Zhouyi walked on the road refreshedly. As soon as he came out of the Fairy Pavilion, someone remembered him, but Nalan Zhouyi didn't care at all. A group of small shrimps couldn't make any big waves.
A group of immortals who want to fish in troubled waters, some in the Jindan period, some in the foundation period, and even many in the practice period. Nalan Zhouyi is a soft persimmon.
Nalan Zhouyi just came out of the overflow city for less than a few dozen miles. His consciousness swept away and he was stunned. He saw a huge team of more than 100 people. In the middle of the two golden elixirs, more than 50 monks in the foundation period, and the rest were all in the period of practice. Sure enough, people died for money and birds died for food.
"Hold and hand over my foundation, or you will die!"
Nalan Zhouyi was stunned. This was the second time he heard this sentence. Nianyu, the son of the Guangcheng Nian family, was really arrogant and domineering. He didn't even say anything, but he actually spoke first!
###### has been writing his own novel seriously. The first time I wrote it, it may be that the writing is too delicate. To be honest, the results are really poor. Sometimes I want to update a few more chapters, but in the face of the burning Clay's click, I can't do it for a long time. I don't know if there is a reader who is really reading it?
I feel that I have no motivation and no mood. Although the writing is not good, if any book friends have really read it, can you leave some comments and comment quickly? Xingchen is grateful again.
It's really easy, my 100-fold motivation! ########################################