The road to immortality is difficult, bones build immortality

Qingchen's heart was also filled with ups and downs. This young man's cultivation level was only at the seventh level of Qi refining.

How dare you spend seven or eight thousand spirit stones so generously, and do so so readily.

He has at least 10,000 spiritual stones on his body.

Regardless of whether he is a second-generation cultivator or not, if there are no guards around, he must be killed.

Qingchen believed that none of the ninth-level Qi Refining monks present were unmoved.

This is a walking foundation-building pill.

Although he definitely has a background, what does his background mean in the face of the temptation of the Foundation Establishment Pill?

What is alive is called background, what is dead can only be called scenery.

At the seventh level of Qi refining, it is normal to spend five to six hundred spirit stones and grit your teeth to buy two high-grade magic weapons.

But from the three magic talismans to the third finale, Qingchen noticed.

As the host, Elysium did not show any strange behavior towards this young man.

Even when the young man raised the price, the female auctioneer did not act like other times.

He urged others to bid, but waited silently.

This subtle change made Qingchen feel alarm bells ringing.

The abnormal behavior of the female auctioneer also made Qingchen dare not act rashly.

Moreover, the young man's demeanor and aura always gave Qingchen a sense of déjà vu. He thought to himself,

"When have I ever met such a wealthy businessman, and he hasn't done anything dirty yet?"

Qingchen didn't even dare to throw the seal at the young man after tracking it.

Because he couldn't figure out what kind of secret was hidden behind it.

After all, this young man has spent seven or eight thousand spiritual stones.

This kind of handwriting is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary monks in the Qi Refining Stage.

Qingchen's heart suddenly tightened as he thought:

"What the hell, why is this operation so familiar? Isn't it fishing law enforcement?"

With his current strength, he would not panic against a monk at the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining.

But in the face of this unknown situation, it’s better to remain cautious.

So, Qingchen quickly got up and went backstage to deliver the spirit stone.

He successfully obtained the treasure he bid for and received a VIP token to the Paradise Island of Dixuan Island.

He didn't pay attention to the weird atmosphere around him.

He took Su Zixuan along the exit of the "Rashomon" formation to the arena, and then returned to Fangshi.

Qingchen seemed to suddenly think of something and said to Su Zixuan:

"Zixuan, you go back to the Formation Treasure Pavilion to refine some formations first.

I have some things to deal with, and I will use the teleportation talisman to summon you later. "

Hearing this, Su Zixuan nodded slightly and responded:

"Slave, I obey."

Qingchen smiled slightly, then turned around and merged into the bustling crowd.

He came to an inn and changed back into his original sect clothes.

Then use the secret technique of "Magic Golden Lotus" to adjust your breath to the sixth level of Qi refining.

Qingchen did not return directly to the sect, but took a long circle and came to the exit of Fangshi, a large rock not far away.

He quickly arranged several formations, then sat down cross-legged,

Hidden in the clouds and mist, waiting quietly.

Not long after, Qingchen saw the paralyzed young man disappearing from the entrance of Dixuanfang City.

The young man's figure was elegant and his sword was flying.

But in the midst of the electric light and flint, he tilted his head and smiled.

That meaningful smile was directed towards Qingchen's hiding place with precision.

This smile made Qingchen whisper in his heart:

"Sure enough, I did admit it, good guy, it was hidden deep enough. I didn't see this trick before."

Not long after, the noise at the entrance to Fangshi gradually started to sound.

Rays of escaping light cut through the sky, chasing each other.

Among them, there are many strong men in the late stage of Qi refining, and there are even two monks at the peak of Qi refining.

Obviously, they all came for the young man with a paralyzed face.

The outline of the local Xuanfang City gradually blurred in sight.

As soon as the young man's escaping light left the edge of the island, the escaping lights that followed suddenly accelerated sharply.

Within a moment, the young man was tightly trapped in the center like a dragnet.

However, the monks did not dare to act rashly.

There seemed to be some fear of young people, and for a moment, a subtle aura filled the air.

At this time, a short and thin old man, at the peak of Qi refining,

Jie Jie smiled strangely, breaking the silence around him:

“Boy, it doesn’t matter what power is behind you.

Those who know the current affairs are considered outstanding, so hand over the storage bag and spiritual stone.

Otherwise, hehe, I'm afraid your little life will be decided here. "

Hearing this, the young man with facial paralysis raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

The voice was as cold as ice: "Leave a pair of hands."

The short and thin old man was stunned for a moment, then became angry:

"We only want spiritual stones and treasures, so what use do we need your hands?"

The young man with facial paralysis spoke in a solemn tone, leaving no room for comment:

"I am in a good mood today, and each of you will leave a pair of hands.

I'll give you the storage bag again, and I'll leave you with your life and go back to the island.

Remember, when I say something, you just do it, no need to say anything else.

Don't forget to say thank you before you leave. "

"Arrogant!"

A monk finally couldn't hold himself any longer, activated a high-grade sword-like magic weapon, and shouted loudly,

With the powerful magic power, he slashed towards the young man.

I saw the paralyzed young man calmly and calmly, and the flying sword magic weapon was instantly returned to his body.

Standing out of thin air, he easily defused the blow with just the magic power surging from his hand.

"Stand... in the sky, Zhu... Master Jiji!"

Some monks were so horrified that their voices trembled.

Immediately, they begged for mercy: "Senior, we are blind, please spare our lives, senior."

"It's late."

The young man with facial paralysis turned a deaf ear to those pleading voices.

The majestic aura of the initial stage of foundation building surged out.

He activated the ultimate magic weapon in his hand, the Changfeng Sword, and the light of the sword was like a dragon soaring across the sea, sweeping in all directions.

The monks around who were at the peak and later stages of Qi refining faced the sharp edge of the Changfeng Sword.

Everyone panicked and took out their magical weapons in an attempt to resist.

However, driven by the magic power in the foundation building period,

The Changfeng Sword was as powerful as a mountain, making their magical weapons appear as fragile as paper.

A monk at the peak of Qi refining hurriedly offered up a high-grade defensive weapon - the diamond shield.

The golden light flows on the shield, which seems to be as solid as a rock.

But the sword light of the Changfeng Sword was like a sharp arrow, easily penetrating the defense of the diamond shield, and pierced the monk's chest with one sword stroke.

Another monk in the late stage of Qi refining saw the tragic situation of his companions and was extremely frightened.

He hurriedly sacrificed a high-grade flying magic weapon - Flowing Cloud Boots, trying to use its speed to escape from the battlefield.

However, the eyes of the young man with facial paralysis were as cold as ice.

The Changfeng Sword turned lightly in the air, and the sword light followed him like a shadow.

Only a scream was heard, and the monk's lower body was cut off by the sword light.

He fell heavily onto the sea, his life or death uncertain.

In addition to the Changfeng Sword, the facially paralyzed young man also presented another top-notch magical weapon - the Ice Mirror.

There was a cold spiritual light flowing on the mirror, and he tossed it gently.

The ice mirror turned into solid ice walls, trapping those monks who tried to escape.