Chu Jun walked out of the Danyuan Building, carrying the blood of red sun ginseng, purple fire dates, red fire flowers and fire spirit beasts that he had just bought in his storage belt. The red sun ginseng is a third-grade elixir of an upper level and costs one thousand spiritual crystals. The purple fire jujube is a lower-level third-level elixir and requires three hundred spiritual crystals. Ten red sun ginseng, ten purple fire dates, ten red flame flowers and ten bottles of the blood of third-level fire-type spiritual beasts cost a total of 20,000 spiritual crystals. Chu Jun finally understood that it was no wonder that only those big sects from aristocratic families were able to provide elixirs for their disciples to practice. This stuff burned too much spiritual crystals. I wonder how ordinary people could afford it.
"Fellow Taoist, I heard that there will be an auction of fifth-level intermediate spiritual beasts at Daoyuan Auction!"
"I've heard about it a long time ago. It's a fifth-level mid-level double-horned winged dragon beast. Wow, it's still a big deal from the Immortal Cultivator Guild. A fifth-level mid-level dual-system spiritual beast. Wow, now the reputation of Daoyuan Auction is even higher. It’s an auction!”
"Yes, Youri City has never heard of a fifth-level spirit beast auction. It is the strength of the mid-level Yuanying, and it is dual-type. I am afraid it can compete with the late Yuanying!"
"Well, I must go and join in the fun then!"
The two cultivators were discussing and walking by. Chu Jun touched his chin and said secretly: "It seems that Shaowen's publicity is quite good... huh?"
With the keen sense of touch like a beast, Chu Jun suddenly felt a sense of danger. He turned around suddenly and was immediately met with a pair of sharp eyes. He saw several people standing more than ten feet behind him. Chu Jun recognized at a glance the blue-robed master Feng Ling, the female cultivator Hao Zhiyan in short skirts, and the golden elixir-level guard Ma Baiyong. The one with hostile eyes was He is a young man in a yellow shirt, with a thin face and hard lines. He is about twenty-five or six years old, but he is already at the early stage of Jindan cultivation.
Chu Jun frowned and was about to turn around and leave when the other party came over in an imposing manner. Chu Jun hurriedly stood still and couldn't leave. Although private fighting was prohibited in the city and it was now on the street in broad daylight, he still had to be a little cautious, especially when the other party had two golden elixirs. Chu Jun didn't dare to use his back. To others.
"Brother Chu, we meet again. We really can't find each other anywhere in the world!" Feng Chime gracefully cupped her hands and said in a personable manner.
Chu Jun calmly said: "Yes, Mr. Feng is so elegant!"
"Are you Chu Jun, the master of the Zhengtian Sect?" The young man in yellow said with a cold tone, and his sharp eyes showed no trace of disdain.
Chu Jun glanced at him and said displeasedly to the wind chime: "Master Feng, you need to discipline this subordinate. It's so rude. If the master speaks, he has the right to interrupt!"
The yellow-shirted young man's complexion suddenly changed, and Feng Ling said hurriedly: "Brother Chu, don't get me wrong, this is the third generation core disciple of Chaos Pavilion, He Mujan, I forgot to introduce him for a moment!"
Chu Jun suddenly smiled and said: "Oh, it turns out to be Fellow Daoist He from Chaos Pavilion. I have admired him for a long time!"
Feng Ling couldn't help but secretly scold Chu Jun for being despicable. His subordinates could see it at a glance, but they said it deliberately. He clearly wanted to harm himself. He Mujan was known to be petty.
He Mijian became an alchemist in his twenties and was considered outstanding in the entire Youri City. He had always been proud and arrogant, and hated the idea of others overpowering him in any major situation. Mr. Feng Ling was handsome in appearance, and his elegance was not comparable to that of He Mijian. Although he knew that Chu Jun's words were deliberately humiliating him, he still couldn't help but feel a hatred towards Feng Ling.
"Hmph, it seems that the Zhengtian Sect really has no one, and they actually let you, a waste in the middle stage of foundation building, become the leader!" He Mujan sneered.
Chu Jun laughed nonchalantly and said: "I heard that Fellow Daoist He visited our sect a few days ago, and I happened to be away, so you were turned away. I'm so sorry. I'll definitely treat you warmly when you visit next time. !”
"You!" He Mijian was so suppressed that his face turned red and murderous intent filled his eyes.
That day he took two golden elixirs and went to destroy Zhengtianmen aggressively, and finally left in despair, greatly humiliated. Now that Chu Jun mentioned it with a smile, his face was really slapped.
Feng Ling couldn't help but feel overjoyed when he saw the two of them going head-to-head with Mai Mang, and the smell of gunpowder was overwhelming within a few words. Hao Zhiyan looked at the calm and composed Chu Jun with a complex expression, and secretly said: "Is there really a powerful backer behind this guy to subdue the Chaos Pavilion? If that's true...!" Thinking of this, I couldn't help but move away from the wind chime.
He Mujian's eyes were getting murderous. If the pavilion master hadn't ordered him not to provoke Zhengtianmen, his sword would have been slashed out at this moment. Chu Jun, who was in the middle stage of foundation building, was no different from an ant in his eyes. Chu Jun's face was still smiling, but his eyes gradually narrowed. He Mijian suddenly smiled coldly: "Don't worry, I will definitely visit your sect again when I have the chance. I hope you can entertain me!"
"We're always here!" Chu Jun clasped his fists, turned around and strode away. Chu Jun still wanted to go back and learn to refine the Lieyang Pill and was too lazy to waste time with him.
Feng Ling couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he saw that the two of them didn't fight. At the same time, he was a little awe-inspiring. If there weren't forces behind Chu Jun that Chaos Pavilion couldn't afford to offend, with He Mujan's character, how could he still swallow his anger after being slapped in the face like this
"Huh!" He Mujan snorted coldly and glanced back at Feng Ling and the others.
Feng Ling's heart skipped a beat: "We saw him embarrassed once again with our own eyes. With He Mu Jian's vengeful character, he will definitely take his anger out on me."
He Mujan's eyes suddenly focused on Hao Zhiyan's two naked, snow-white thighs, and said calmly: "Miss Zhiyan has a good figure!"
Hao Zhiyan's face turned red and she smiled sweetly: "Young Master He is so complimentary!"
Feng Ling felt relieved and said with an elegant smile: "Master Jian, I woke up suddenly and have some things to do. The fact that my father told me is something that cannot be ignored. Why don't you let Zhi Yan accompany you?"
"If that's the case, then get busy!" He Mu Jian said calmly.
"Farewell, Zhiyan, take a good walk with Master Jian!" Feng Ling winked secretly, led his men and turned around to leave.
Hao Zhiyan's complexion changed slightly, but soon returned to normal, and said with a smile: "I know!" An imperceptible sadness flashed in her eyes!
He Mujan stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Hao Zhiyan's waist, and then continued to move forward, saying, "Miss Zhiyan is not only beautiful, but also has a good figure!" As he said this, he slid a hand to the buttocks and started to squeeze it.
"Ah, Master Jian, you are so good and bad, you take advantage of others!" Hao Zhiyan said coquettishly.
He Mujan put his hands into his short skirt and dug his fingers into the spring water peach garden. He laughed happily. The pent-up anger he had just suffered from Chu Jun seemed to be swept away. He said secretly: "They say I am Feng Ling's subordinate. Huh, if I want to play with his woman now, he won’t even dare to let go, so he’ll just give it to her with both hands!”
Hao Zhiyan's face turned red, and she gasped softly on He Mijian's shoulder, but there was a hint of humiliation in her eyes.
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"One sword cut off the head, yes, it is indeed the Qing Gang Sword Intent!" Liu Suifeng looked at the huge double-horned pterosaur corpse on the ground, his eyes full of surprise.
Standing next to them were a skinny old man and a middle-aged man in blue robes. The skinny old man was Xu Wei, and the man in blue robe was called Dugu Xianxian. He was in the middle stage of Jindan cultivation and was the helmsman of Daoyuan Auction in Youri City.
Daoyuan Auction is an industry under the Immortal Cultivator Guild. Almost every city has a branch of the Immortal Cultivator Guild, so Daoyuan Auction is naturally indispensable. There are two major auctions in Youri City. One is the Peak Auction controlled by the City Lord's Mansion, and the second is the Daoyuan Auction of the Immortal Cultivator Guild. Only the Immortal Cultivator Guild has the strength to compete with the City Lord's Mansion.
"Which force sent this bihorned pterosaur wing for auction?" Xu Wei asked.
Originally, the seller's information could not be leaked, but if his immediate superior wanted to ask, Dugu Xianxian naturally did not dare to hide it, and replied: "It was sent by someone from the Shao family, and it is going to be auctioned in ten days, as the final item!"
"Shao family?" Liu Suifeng asked doubtfully
"It's the Shao family in the north of the city. It's just a third-rate force. Manager Liu probably hasn't heard of it!" Dugu Xianxian said with a smile.
Liu Suifeng and Xu Wei looked at each other and frowned: "A third-rate force? This double-horned pterosaur beast was obviously killed by the Qinggang Sword Intent...!"
Dugu Xianxian's expression changed, and he said in surprise: "Qing Gang Sword Intent! This is... yes!"
Liu Suifeng nodded and said: "Let's find out the whole story. He hasn't appeared for a while. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, the Sanqing Token and the Qinggang Sword Intent appeared!"
"Yes, my subordinates must find out as soon as possible!" Dugu Xianxian said solemnly.
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"Failed again!" Chu Jun frustratedly picked out a black lump from the alchemy cauldron. It was as hard as an iron block and could kill a cow with just a throw.
This is the seventh time I have failed. I also spent seven to eight hundred dollars on the Danyang Ginseng and other medicines I bought. More than 20,000 spiritual crystals were wasted just like this. I feel a toothache and a pain in my balls just thinking about it.
"Do you think refining alchemy is easy? If you can succeed after refining it a few times, the whole world will be a master of alchemy!" Lin Yueyi said dryly.
Chu Jun said dejectedly: "Alas, it would be great if that girl Lan Qier was here. She said she knows how to make pills, weapons, and magic formations!"
Lin Yueyi couldn't help curling her lips and said, "Just believe her when she says it. How can there be an all-powerful genius in the world!" Her tone was very disdainful.
Chu Jun glanced at Lin Yueyi strangely, although he couldn't see her face clearly. Lin Yueyi said coldly: "When do you plan to go to the Star Dou Mountains?"
"Let's wait until the Bihorned Winged Dragon Beast is auctioned and the sect's affairs are on track before we leave. Don't worry about leaving just yet!" Chu Jun said.
Lin Yueyi nodded: "It's best as soon as possible!"
"The emperor is not in a hurry, why is the eunuch so anxious?" Chu Jun curled his lips and said. As soon as he said this, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and two eyes as cold as autumn frost pierced him.
Chu Jun hurriedly yelled: "I won't be refining alchemy today, let's relax first!" After saying that, he quickly ran to the alchemy room.
Lin Yueyi snorted coldly and turned into a stream of light and disappeared between Chu Jun's eyebrows.
"Chu Jun, what are you doing hiding in the alchemy room all day?" Ning Yun, who had been waiting outside, saw Chu Jun open the door and come out. He pursed his lips and greeted him angrily.
Chu Jun chuckled and said: "Of course it's alchemy. What are you doing here, girl? Go and practice on your own!" As he said this, he reached out and pinched Ning Yun's cheek.
Ning Yun felt sweet in her heart, took out her handkerchief and wiped the dust and charcoal traces from Chu Jun's face, and said angrily: "It looks like a tabby cat, so dirty!"
This wayward eldest lady turned out to be so gentle. Chu Jun couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart. He hugged her slender waist and gave her a light peck on the lips. Ning Yun's pretty face flushed, she closed her eyes, and looked like she was letting him have his way. Chu Jun kissed her unceremoniously, and his tongue entered, sucking sweetly. After a while, Ning Daqianjin's whole body became limp, her breathing was whistling, and she fell softly into Chu Jun's arms.