Even though it was overwhelming, he would just stand aside and observe what happened. When he got interested, he would shout 666.
At this moment, a familiar figure attracted his attention.
It was a man wearing a bamboo hat. Although he was wearing a bamboo hat, Zhou Qiankun knew at a glance that this man looked feminine.
If you ask why?
That was naturally because he had shot the bamboo hat on his head in the past and had seen his true appearance.
"I wonder if the scar I left on his face has disappeared?"
Holding the dishes, Zhou Qiankun showed a smile.
No one can understand the meaning behind this smile.
That was an evil cultivator, one of the evil cultivators who participated in the siege and killing of him in the early stage of Lingtai. His name is unknown, only his code name is Xiao.
Xiao glanced around, and after finding nothing unusual, he went straight to a remote corner and sat down.
An unsolvable mystery lingers in Zhou Qiankun's mind. Weren't all the evil cultivators in Yuheng County killed by the Jade Sword Sect? How could he still be alive?
Also, if the Jade Sword Sect’s killing of evil cultivators was really to kill people and silence them, how could he appear here so arrogantly at this moment?
Shouldn't it be like a bereaved dog, running around?
Just when Zhou Qiankun was puzzled, a person sat directly in front of Xiao. The two seemed to have known each other for a long time and had a good conversation.
This man was eight feet tall, tall and mighty, with a handsome face and an extraordinary aura between his brows.
He was wearing a black robe with golden dragon patterns embroidered on the cuffs, looking extremely solemn.
The identity of the visitor shocked Zhou Qiankun's heart even more.
This person is Yu Xia, the eldest disciple of the fourth elder of the Lan Clan and a late-stage monk in Linghai.
He seemed to be familiar with Xiao and started talking as soon as he arrived.
The two of them didn't know what they were talking about. All they knew was that Xiao treated him with respect and kept nodding in agreement.
It felt like Xiao was his subordinate.
Zhou Qiankun's heart was in chaos. His death was originally thought to be the fault of the Jade Sword Sect, but what he saw today made things more confusing.
The food on the table also became bland.
After talking for about four or five minutes, Yu Xia strolled away.
About half an hour later, Xiao also stood up and left.
Zhou Qiankun's expression became calmer and calmer, now was not the time to pursue the matter.
His strength is not enough to be exposed in front of the two of them.
You have to be patient, since they have already revealed clues, and it will only be a matter of time before the truth comes out.
"Hey, I have a hundred times life span, so I have plenty of time to play with you slowly."
Coming out of Fengya Building, Zhou Qiankun walked on the street.
In the distance, people screamed in surprise.
"Oh my god, am I reading that right? That is Feng Xiaolin, the most beautiful woman in the Jade Sword Sect and the most talented person in Yuhen County? Is she also coming to participate in this year's auction?"
"She is indeed the most beautiful woman in Yuheng County. The way she walks captures my soul."
Zhou Qiankun heard the sound and looked in that direction.
A woman walked through the crowd, wearing a light blue satin dress, the skirt fluttering in the wind, like a graceful blue lotus.
The slender figure is looming in front of everyone's eyes, like a work of art, which makes people admire.
Feng Xiaolin's face is like a jade carving, his skin is as fair as jade, his eyebrows are picturesque, and the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, revealing a trace of confidence and pride.
The shiny black hair gently brushed her waist, swaying slightly with her steps.
Her deep eyes were like bright stars, shining with wisdom and sharpness.
Looking at this woman, Zhou Qiankun became more and more cautious.
"This girl has the appearance of my harem!"
A group of passers-by looked at Zhou Qiankun speechlessly, curious in their hearts, where does this come from?
Feng Xiaolin seemed to hear these words, glanced at him, glanced over with indifferent eyes, and no longer cared.
She no longer recognizes Zhou Qiankun now, and they just passed each other.
Next to Feng Xiaolin was a disciple who was as handsome as a jade tree, only three points less handsome than Zhou Qiankun.
Ouyang Feihe, the direct disciple of the Great Elder of the Jade Sword Sect, has reached the peak of the spiritual sea.
Seeing his eyes drifting toward Feng Xiaolin from time to time, he seemed to be pursuing Feng Xiaolin.
However, Feng Xiaolin is like an iceberg that has not melted for thousands of years, causing him to hit a wall every time.
Zhou Qiankun became more and more curious, what happened in Yuxu City? Even Feng Xiaolin was attracted.
"Senior Sister Xiaolin, there are more and more Lingtai monks in Yuxu City, and I'm afraid they are all here for that auction item."
Feng Xiaolin responded coldly: "Don't worry too much, just do your best and let everything happen."
After Feng Xiaolin finished speaking, his eyes didn't even stay on him for one more second.
Ouyang Feihe moved his mouth, thinking that opening his mouth would only be a disappointment, so he could only remain silent.
Zhou Qiankun fell into thinking and learned from the conversation between the two that Feng Xiaolin and others came here for a very precious treasure at the auction?
"With so many Lingtai monks staring at that thing, I'd better not get involved in Karma."
No longer thinking about it, Zhou Qiankun understood that it was not his place to get involved.
Zhou Qiankun was sensitively aware that there were too many powerful Lingtai warriors in Yuxu City, numbering in the thousands.
The personnel are complex, ranging from superpowers to casual cultivators. They are all secretly waiting for something.
The undercurrent of Yuxu City is surging, and it is in the calm before the storm.
An oppressive atmosphere enveloped Yuxu City. Even street vendors noticed the smell of gunpowder in the air and closed their stalls secretly to prevent the gunpowder barrel from exploding and affecting themselves.
This depressing atmosphere made Zhou Qiankun even more cautious.
Zhou Qiankun rented a room in Wuming Building and stayed there, ignoring the outside world.
The less you know at this point, the safer you are.
Before the auction started, he stayed in Wuming Tower and never went out.
Time flies, and many days pass in the blink of an eye.
The auction arrived as scheduled. Zhou Qiankun carried a huge sum of money and was full of confidence. He confidently walked to the auction house and stepped into it.
A person with a net worth of millions is required to enter a large auction house. Zhou Qiankun passed the test and entered.
There is a special person who guides everyone and gives each person a special mask. After putting it on, everyone is led into a separate compartment.
While being led by the maid, several familiar figures appeared in front of Zhou Qiankun.
Even though he was wearing a mask, he couldn't forget the familiar scent.
Xiao was taken into compartment No. 17, Feng Xiaolin and Ouyang Feihe were taken into compartment No. 38, and Yu Xia was taken into compartment No. 12.
Zhou Qiankun secretly wrote down the room numbers of several people, and was then taken into cubicle No. 48 by the maid.
Inside the compartment, the furnishings are simple, including a table and a comfortable armchair.
After trying it, the isolation and detection ability of the compartment is so strong that even the soul of the monks of the Divine Palace cannot see through it.
On the table, a list of auction items was placed, attracting Zhou Qiankun's attention.
"This auction is quite user-friendly. The auction list is given in advance, so the monks know whether there will be auction items they want, and they can also make a budget in advance to avoid missing out on what they want."
