The steward looked up to where the sound came from, and found that it was a room on the eighth floor. After thinking about it for a while, he knew which sect it was from.
According to the rules of Baoshuju, he couldn't identify the other party, so he smiled and said, "Why did my friend say that?"
That cold voice said: "Don't talk too much, calm yourselves, we must take it, let's start the auction quickly."
The steward was slightly angry when he heard the words, and tried to calm himself down, and said gently: "We are all like-minded people, why bother to force them so much?"
The man sneered and said, "According to the rules, what's the problem?"
The steward narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering if he was here to make trouble, and said with a cold expression: "Your Excellency should know that this is Chaonan City."
"Of course I know it's Chaonan City."
The person in the room on the eighth floor mocked, "Why don't you just say the name of the Qingshan Sect?"
The steward said coldly: "So what? Don't you dare to disrespect Qingshan!"
"Of course not. It's just that you think the Green Mountain Sect will take care of you now? I really want to know, where does your Baoshuju get the confidence to be so arrogant now!"
The man said with a sneer.
The steward's face changed when he heard the words, and he finally understood why the other party dared to be so arrogant.
Two years ago, the Qingshan Bihu Peak changed... Baoshuju lost its biggest backer, but how did the other party know
"Speaking of arrogance, there's no comparison to your Sandu faction. When you came to our Nanhe Prefecture, you dared to snatch things from Guocheng Temple."
The steward no longer cared about the so-called rules, and pointed out the other party's background with a sneer.
If the people from the Sandu faction still insist on getting the ice sheet for calming the mind, let them go to confront Guocheng Temple.
Hearing the name of the Sandu faction, there was a burst of discussion in the building.
The Sandu Sect is a western sword sect, and its reputation is not very high, but because it is a vassal of the Kunlun Sect, no one is willing to provoke it.
The window of that room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression stood in front of the window, looked at the steward downstairs and sneered, then looked at the old monk of Guocheng Temple and said, "I tell Master, it's not my sect's idea." Against your monastery, it’s just that my little master is seriously ill and needs to be treated with calming borneol, so I really can’t give in.”
This middle-aged man was not polite to Baoshuju, but he was quite respectful to Guocheng Temple.
Hearing this, many people were puzzled. Dingshen ice flakes are not really a rare magic medicine, but it just happened that ghost-eyed dace appeared in Chaonan City recently, and the people were frightened and sick, so Guocheng Temple would come forward in person. The Sandu faction is a vassal of the Kunlun faction, and the Kunlun faction has a close relationship with the Zhenbei Shenjun. If the head of the Sandu faction is seriously ill, how can it be impossible to get this medicine
The middle-aged man knew what everyone was thinking, and said: "The young master came to play in Nanhe Prefecture, unfortunately in Yingcheng... he was poisoned by flowers."
The commotion broke out again, it seemed that everyone knew the origin of the flower poison.
If it was really the work of that ruthless female cultivator, this young master of the Sandu faction is indeed pitiful.
Flower poison will not kill people, but it will make people itchy and extremely uncomfortable, but if you really have the perseverance, you can get better on your own after ten days of hard work.
The question is, how could it be possible for the Sandu Sect to watch their little master suffer such inhuman torture
"We must take the calming ice sheet. As for those mortals in Chaonan City... we can only count them as unlucky."
The middle-aged man said.
Hearing this, there were not many voices of opposition in the building. There should be a heart of benevolence, but in the eyes of practitioners, the life of a mortal is really nothing, especially when the object of comparison is themselves.
The old monk of Guocheng Temple naturally disagreed with this statement, but he was not good at words, just shook his head and sighed.
In the room on the seventh floor, Zhao Layue was a little puzzled and asked, "Why isn't this small sect afraid of Guocheng Temple?"
Jing Jiu said, "The monk has a good temper."
This refers to the behavior style of Guocheng Temple, or the word-of-mouth that has been formed in the practice circle for countless years.
Of course, this is in Chaonan City, the interior of the Dynasty, and placed in the North. Who would dare to disrespect Guocheng Temple? If the Sandu Sect dared to grab the medicine with Guocheng Temple, they would be torn to pieces by the furious crowd on the spot, and it was even more impossible for the Wind Knife Sect to give up without permission, perhaps they would go directly to Kunlun.
Although the practitioners in the building acquiesced to the statement of the middle-aged Sandu faction, this is Chaonan City after all, and the eminent monks of Guocheng Temple need medicine to treat patients. They are not willing to watch the sword cultivators from the west easily take away the medicine , There were a lot of bids at the beginning of the auction, and the Dingshen ice sheet soon exceeded the value it should have been.
The Sandu faction showed no sign of weakness, no matter what price they offered, they would continue to increase the price.
There are many crystal mines in Kunlun Mountain. Although the Sandu School is not as rich as the Kunlun School, there are also many crystals.
As time passed, the price of the ice sheet was raised higher and higher, and those sects had no choice but to gradually withdraw.
Even if they want to use Dingshen ice flakes to bear good fruit and become temples, they still have to consider the current price.
Seeing that the Dingshen ice sheet was about to be owned by the Sandu faction, the steward suddenly smiled and said something.
"Xuanzi Room B, a Xuancao Pill comes out."
Hearing these words, the building was quiet at first, and then there was an uproar.
Xuancao Pill is a famous product of Xuanhua Mountain in Zhongzhou. It is said that it must be refined by Xiaotiandi copper furnace to make it.
Whether it is efficacy or value, Xuancao pill is more than a hundred times more precious than Dingshen ice sheet.
Why is the person in that room willing to give out a black herb pill to buy borneol? Could it be that they are also eminent monks who want to bear fruit and become temples? But the price is too high.
The members of the Sandu faction were also very shocked, they looked at each other speechlessly, not knowing what to do.
The middle-aged man sneered, signaling not to raise the price, and sat back, not knowing what he was thinking.
The strange peak turned steeply, and no one expected that Dingshen Binglian would be assigned in this way.
Unexpectedly, the window of the room on the seventh floor was never opened, and the man seemed to have no intention of meeting the monk of Guocheng Temple.
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The steward who presided over the auction personally delivered the Dingshen ice sheet to Room B of Xuanzi, and lowered his head very cautiously, without looking at Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue got up and prepared to leave.
The steward handed over a small wooden box with both hands respectfully.
Jing Jiu took the wooden box and opened it.
Zhao Layue took a look and found that it was the Xuancao Pill. After thinking for a while, she understood the meaning of Baoshuju and was quite satisfied.
The steward reminded a few more words in a low voice, suggesting that they can sit down for another meeting, and wait for the owner to come to meet and talk about it.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue knew what he meant, but they didn't pay attention to it. This auction was really boring, and obviously they couldn't find any clues, so what's the point of staying here.
Looking at the two figures walking down the corridor, the steward thought that he didn't know where the strange person came from, so he had to notify the owner immediately.
Today was originally a scene arranged by Baoshuju. When they knew that the medical monks of Guocheng Temple needed borneol, the general content of the scene was settled. They wanted to gain some good reputation for Baoshuju through this matter. , or to explain to the immortal master who came from Tianqingshan a few days ago, but who would have thought that the Sandu faction would suddenly jump out, almost acting as a different drama.
The steward thought again, the two of them didn't hand over the ice flakes to the doctor monk of Guocheng Temple by themselves, did they plan to find each other in private
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Not far from Baoshuju, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were stopped by the Sandu faction.
Jing Jiu hadn't encountered such a thing for many years, and Zhao Layue had only read such stories in books, and felt that there was nothing new and very boring.
She looked at them and asked seriously, "Do you want to die?"
The members of the Sandu faction hadn't had time to threaten each other, but when they heard such a question, they couldn't help being stunned.