Chapter 59 Greed

Back in the backyard of Baigu Pavilion, Wang Changsheng couldn't help being curious, and asked Wang Mingzhan, "Sixth uncle, why don't we take a bottle of purple jade spirit water? It's not like we can't take out five thousand spirit stones."

Wang Mingzhan shook his head with a light smile, and said admonishingly, "You! You are still too young. Didn't you realize that all the finale auction items were taken away by the distinguished guests upstairs? The Zhao and Liu families only sent a few Qi Refining Period Cultivator, if you really want to buy a foundation-building spiritual object, how could you send Qi-refining monks here? Qinglian Mountain is not very far from Tianhefang City. If you really want to buy it, Erbo will come here. The Xiuxian families in several states and counties near Ningzhou have sent foundation-building monks to participate in the auction. It is not safe for monks in the refining period to escort the foundation-building spiritual objects. Buying the foundation-building spiritual objects in front of so many people, and then Escorted by Qi Refining Cultivators? What’s the difference between this and children holding gold in the market?”

"You mean, the family doesn't want to buy the purple jade spirit water? We have spirit stones, why can't we buy the purple jade spirit water? At worst, let the second uncle go for a trip."

Wang Changsheng was very puzzled.

"Although we don't know it's the diluted Purple Jade Spiritual Water, it's definitely not a particularly good item if the Lin family can put it up for auction. Their Lin family isn't so wealthy yet. Besides, the spiritual object that assists the foundation establishment is the foundation establishment pill. It's best, if it's Zhu Jidan, the second uncle might come, and don't bother his old man for other things.

Didn't you see it? The Lin family used the spirit of foundation building to attract many Xiuxian families to send people to participate in the Tianhe Xiaohui, just to announce that the disciples of the Zixiaomen will marry Lin Yuxin. If I guess correctly, Lin Yuxin's husband is definitely not an ordinary Zixiaomen disciple. It may not be the disciple or descendant of the Zixiaomen Jindan cultivator, otherwise the Lin family would not publicize this matter with great fanfare. Hey, from now on, the caravan of the Lin family will probably rush to Yunzhou, Jiangzhou, and Yuzhou soon , with the support of Zixiaomen, the Lin family is about to rise. "

At the end, Wang Mingzhan had a look of envy on his face.

Wang Changsheng immediately understood, no wonder the Lin family auctioned off the foundation-building spiritual objects, so it was to announce Lin Yuxin's wedding.

It is foreseeable that with the banner of Zixiaomen Jindan cultivators, as long as the Lin family manages properly and operates steadily, within a hundred years, the strength of the Lin family is bound to increase greatly.

Wang Changsheng couldn't help but think of the Wang family he was in. There was only one foundation-builder cultivator, and there was no Jindan big brother to back him, so he could only rely on the joint efforts of the clan.

Wang Mingzhan also felt a lot of emotion. He patted Wang Changsheng on the shoulder and encouraged him: "If you don't envy, no matter how good the Lin family is, it has nothing to do with us. Let's work hard. In the future, the family will become as powerful as the Lin family, no, it will be stronger than the Lin family." powerful."

"Is there really such a day?"

"It is still possible to work hard, but it is absolutely impossible without hard work."

Wang Changsheng nodded, his eyes full of determination.

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In a secret room, Chen Hu was discussing something with Lu Erniang and the others.

Lu Erniang hesitated for a moment, and said, "Husband, do you really want to do this? Those Xiuxian families are not so easy to deal with, I think it's better to forget it! Don't lose your life."

Chen Hu shook his head, and said solemnly: "I am almost sixty years old, and when I am sixty years old, the difficulty of foundation building will increase. From the beginning of the day, I have already put life and death aside, whoever of you is afraid, you can withdraw, I will not force it, I can guarantee that if I build the foundation, I will help you build the foundation."

In order to live a good life, he worked as a handyman in the Haisha Gang for many years. In order to gain credit, he took out the money he had accumulated to bribe the relatives of the hall master. In order to have a backer in the future, he blocked three arrows for the hall master. In order to earn training resources, he risked his life to hunt monsters in the deep mountains, and escaped from the mouths of monsters many times.

He can have what he is today because of his hard work.

Now, for the sake of the immortal journey in the future, he has to work hard. If he succeeds, the immortal journey may be hopeful, but if he fails, he will die.

After hearing this, Lu Erniang and the others hesitated.

As the leader, Chen Hu has a high prestige in their hearts, but they don't have the guts to ask them to rob the Xiuxian family. It's okay to succeed, but they will die if they fail.

They haven't cultivated to the ninth level of Qi Refining yet, so they don't need the Ziyu Lingshui for the time being.

"I have inquired about the five Xiuxian families. They are not from Ningzhou. They are from Yunzhou, Jiangzhou, and Yuzhou. The two second-order talisman seals and hundred sword talismans in mother's hand, as long as we plan properly, our chances of winning are not small, except for the purple jade spirit water, I don't want anything else, it's all yours."

"Okay, just do it."

"Count me in."

Money touches people's hearts. In the face of huge interests, they lose their integrity.

"There are five cultivating families? Which one to choose?"

Chen Hu clenched his right fist tightly and hit the table heavily, saying: "The persimmons should be picked softly. There are two people from the Ling family in Yuzhou, and there are two people from the Ling family, and the Heifeng Mountains at the junction of Ningzhou and Yuzhou are relatively Desolation is the best place to ambush, we will ambush the Ling family in the Black Wind Mountain Range."

Speaking of this, a cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes, full of murderous aura.

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After the auction, there are still a large number of monks staying in Tianhefang City, selling or buying immortal cultivation resources.

Wang Changsheng accompanied the second sister and the seventh sister while wandering in Fangshi, and met Lin Yuting during the wandering. Lin Yuting was accompanying a young female cultivator to buy a spiritual weapon, and the two were very close.

Three days later, all the monks left Tianhefang City one after another.

For the sake of safety, the Wang family, Liu family, Zhao family, Zhang family, and Sun family left Tianhefang City together.

Five cultivating families and sixty or seventy Qi-refining monks acted together, so naturally no one dared to make things difficult for them.

After leaving Fangshi, they sacrificed their flying weapons and flew high into the sky, and disappeared into the sky not long after.

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In the depths of the Black Wind Mountain Range, there is a dense forest.

There were many huge pits on the ground, and there was a lot of heat in the pits. More than a dozen big trees were cut down in the middle, and several big trees were wrapped in billowing flames.

Several broken weapons were scattered on the ground, and several corpses were lying on the ground. Chen Hu and Lu Erniang were each covered with a dim yellow light curtain. Opposite them were two men and a woman. A middle-aged man with a mustache and a businessman's attire, the other two were a tall young man in red and a young woman in a blue skirt.

The facial features of the young man resembled that of a middle-aged man. He was holding a red feather fan in his hand. Every time he fanned it, several fist-sized red fireballs flew out and hit the opposite side.

The young woman in the blue skirt held a blue jade ruler in her hand, and released a thick blue light curtain, covering the three of them.

Chen Hu controlled two yellow daggers, which were fighting with two cyan daggers.

He was sweating profusely, regretting it unceasingly. He thought that with a set of Tier 2 array talismans and a few Tier 2 talisman seals, he could kill the Foundation Establishment cultivator, but the other party sacrificed a powerful magic weapon, which was quickly broken Formation, and killed several of his companions.

Chen Hu knew that he couldn't get away. In the face of the powerful strength of the foundation cultivator, his scheme was a joke.

He glanced at Lu Erniang, a look of determination flashed across his eyes, and said via voice transmission: "Erniang, I'll protect you, you go quickly."

One day husband and wife have been kind for a hundred days, and Lu Erniang is old and fading, but she has always silently supported him behind his back. He can die, but he doesn't want his wife who has shared weal and woe for many years to die here too.

When Lu Erniang heard this, her eyes turned red, she gritted her teeth and shouted, "No, I won't go, I'm going to die together."

"What a pair of desperate mandarin ducks, since you want to die, let's send you on your way first!"

The middle-aged man said coldly, he took out a gleaming white dagger, and slashed at Lu Erniang.

The magic weapon was not something Lu Erniang could resist. Unsurprisingly, Lu Erniang let out a scream, and was beheaded by the white short sword. The headless body fell to the ground, and the ground was stained red with blood.

"Er Niang, I will fight with you."

Chen Hu was distraught, his eyes turned red immediately, and he was about to fight the middle-aged man desperately.

The middle-aged man looked disdainful, made a tactic with one hand, and the white dagger circled around, turned around, and slashed towards Chen Hu.

At this moment, a lazy man's voice suddenly sounded: "Fellow Daoist, wait a minute."

A blue light descended from the sky, blocking the white dagger.

The blue light is a blue sickle about a foot long. Judging by the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations it emits, it is obviously a magic weapon, and its quality is better than that of the white short sword.

A strange bird song sounded, and a giant blue eagle about ten feet in size descended from the sky, and a young man wearing a blue Confucian shirt with a bookish face stood on the back of the giant blue eagle.