Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Ye Ling cast his eyes on the skinny monk wearing a black cloak, and saw that he had a high forehead and was skinny. His arms exposed outside the cloak were as thin as dead wood, and he faintly exuded the aura of death!

"Ghost monk?" Ye Ling was not sure, and turned his doubtful eyes to Second Senior Sister Yuzhu.

Liang Yuzhu's face was a little solemn, and she shook her head and said: "No! He is a demon cultivator, and he should be practicing a certain kind of blood-devouring technique. It must be very draining of energy and blood to practice. Once the energy and blood are insufficient, something like this will appear. In his current situation, the energy and blood in his body are gradually drained, and he can only maintain his vitality by swallowing the blood of monsters. This kind of monk is extremely fierce, and if you bid against him, you may get into trouble. Now, he is a demonic monk in the early stage of foundation building, and he cannot make any big waves!"

Ye Ling secretly nodded and waited for a moment. Someone in the private room upstairs said proudly: "This Wind Demon Sword is not bad. I am determined to get it! Twenty-three thousand spirit stones! You, the one downstairs, how dare you follow me?" Young master bids?"

The skinny demon cultivator suddenly raised his head, his gray eyes intimidating.

Among the monks present, some recognized the young master in the private room upstairs, and said with envy and jealousy: "It turns out that he is the proprietor Wu Shao of Wuji Fuzhuang on North Street. No wonder he is so generous. He raises the price. Four thousand more spiritual stones are really rich!"

The skinny demon cultivator said in a hoarse voice: "Twenty-five thousand!"

Everyone was watching the bidding upstairs and downstairs with great interest.

Master Wu's face looked a little ugly. He slapped the table and shouted, "I'm offering you 30,000 spirit stones! If you have the ability, go ahead and raise the price. I'll stay with you until the end!"

The three female cultivators of Youyue Xianmen in the elegant room of Yingzihao were all dumbfounded. Mu Jinwei and Chen Guirong originally wanted to help the junior sister on the third floor of the foundation to buy the Wind Demon Sword, but who would have thought that they actually got 30,000 spirit stones through bidding. , even the petite junior sister looked desperate and had given up completely.

The skinny demon cultivator in the corner downstairs, with veins pulsing on his bony forehead, and a hoarse voice like a broken gong, said in a deep voice: "The young proprietor of Wuji Fu Village? I have remembered it! Just wait!"

Seeing that he had admitted defeat, Young Master Wu laughed loudly and urged the master of Qibao Zhai to bring up the Wind Demon Sword quickly.

"Slow down! I'll give you 50,000 spiritual stones!"

Ye Ling's cold voice said calmly, which sounded like a thunder in the ears of all the monks present!

Upstairs and downstairs, everyone was like a pot exploding, and they all exclaimed:

"Ah? Fifty thousand spirit stones! This is nearly twenty times more expensive than the ordinary fourth-level high-grade flying sword!"

"What is the origin of this young monk wearing a moon-white satin gown in the Huangjian Yajian? He is even more generous than Master Wu!"

"Looking at his waistband, he seems to be a second-generation disciple of Tiandan Immortal Sect. This is incredible!"

"Ahem, he's probably the son of a certain Jindan elder from the Tiandan Immortal Sect, and he's the eldest son of the Xiuxian family. Other than that, there's no other possibility."

There were many Tiandan Immortal Sect disciples sitting downstairs. They looked intently and saw that Ye Ling was very unfamiliar. He had never seen him before. He shook his head repeatedly: "Huh? He is very strange! I can be sure that he is definitely not an elder of the Immortal Sect. Heirs, because I know all the elders’ sons and nephews!”

"Looking at the blue gourd waistband hanging on his waist, he is indeed a fellow disciple! The senior sister Taoyi sitting next to him looks familiar to me, ah! Yes! She is Liang from the lineage of Elder Liu of Dongzhuling Mountain Senior Sister Yuzhuliang!”

There were whispers downstairs for a while, and even some Tiandanxianmen disciples repeatedly cupped their hands and fists at Ye Ling and Yuzhu in the Huangzihao Yajian, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Liang! Is this junior brother also a disciple of Dongzhuling Mountain? "

Liang Yuzhu glared at them, snorted coldly, and ignored them at all.

Fortunately, they had heard about Senior Sister Liang, who was known to be unruly and domineering. Seeing that Senior Sister was not happy, they did not dare to ask any more questions. However, they were still very happy, as if Ye Ling's bidding had made them, fellow disciples. The brother's face also brightened a lot.

The smile on the face of Mr. Wu Shaodong of Wu Ji Fu Village had long since frozen. He stared at Ye Ling, who was sitting calmly in the Huangzihao, with a pair of tiger eyes, and was speechless for a long time.

When the disciples of Tiandan Immortal Sect downstairs saw this, they shouted: "Young Master Wu, didn't you say you would stay with me to the end? Hurry up and raise the price!"

"Haha, the business at Wuji Fu Village is booming. There are times when Mr. Wu can't afford the spirit stones? Hehe, it seems that our fellow disciples from the Tiandan Immortal Sect are better!"

They didn't recognize Ye Ling and couldn't find out, so they had no choice but to address him as a fellow senior in an ambiguous manner.

The three female cultivators from the Youyue Immortal Sect in Ying Yajian had no idea that this ordinary-looking monk in a moon-white satin gown would be even more ruthless than his unreasonable senior sister! The first move was fifty thousand spirit stones, which they couldn't accept.

Mu Jinwei's beautiful eyebrows furrowed and she said suspiciously: "This kid really has fifty thousand spirit stones? It's impossible! Can he get it?"

Chen Guirong did not speak, biting her red lips, with a pretty face, and kept watching the master of Qibao Zhai sent a waiter to deliver the Wind Demon Sword to Huangzihao Yajian, and saw with her own eyes Ye Ling casually threw him five Only after seeing the shining high-grade spiritual stone did I become convinced.

Mu Jinwei's brows furrowed even more tightly, and she snorted coldly: "Humph! What's so great about having so many spiritual stones! My cultivation level is far behind me. Even if you fight me with the Wind Demon Flying Sword, you will only lose." "

The petite junior sister had a look of admiration on her face, and sighed: "It would be great if I had so many spirit stones! Look at the two senior sisters, although their cultivation is not as good as ours, one He is so generous and enviable.”

Chen Guirong sneered: "As long as the two of us assist Senior Sister Mu and kill this unruly woman in Blue Moon Valley, her storage bag will not belong to our sisters? If this kid dares to go, our harvest will be richer!"

"What a pity! The Immortal Sect has rules. Blue Moon Valley prohibits outside male cultivators from entering and exiting. Even if he came, he wouldn't have the guts to enter the valley. Hey, what kind of rules are there to break! I'm really looking forward to him coming."

The three girls sighed for a long time, all complaining that the rules of the Youyue Immortal Sect blocked their way to make money. They wished they could go over and talk to Ye Ling again and change the location of the fight.

In the elegant room of Huangzihao, Ye Ling used his spiritual consciousness to carefully scan the Wind Demon Sword that exuded the evil spirit. It contained the lightness of wind and the power of thunder, which made Ye Ling unable to put it down.

Suddenly, Ye Ling's eyebrows twitched, and he quickly put away the Wind Demon Sword, staring coldly at the owner of the pair of gray eyes in the corner downstairs.

Ye Ling felt the fierce murderous intent in the eyes of this skinny demon cultivator. When their eyes collided, the murderous intent became even stronger!

Liang Yuzhu didn't notice the looks between her junior brother and the demon cultivator. Her cheeks became flushed with excitement. She grabbed Ye Ling's hand and shouted, "Junior brother, look! How about this fire pattern glazed lamp?"