Shu Pinghui looked on in shock.
"Junior Brother Zhao's formation attainments are so high, and how many formations he has arranged for Yin Xueze!"
Jing Yingrong looked at the two people and said nothing.
Shu Pinghui added: "Although it is not a violation of the sect rules if there is no direct confrontation, but making too much noise might attract the law enforcement elders... Rong Rong, how about we withdraw first?"
Jing Yingrong shook her head and turned to look at the cave door.
There was a "click" sound and the door opened.
A bone-chilling chill hit his face. Yin Xueze stood at the door, frowning at the four people outside, and said in a deep voice: "What are you doing?"
Zhao Jinxu and Wu Yaochen stopped almost at the same time.
Zhao Jinxu ran over in a hurry and said anxiously: "Are you okay? Why don't you come out?"
"I'm fine."
Facing Zhao Jinxu, Yin Xueze's expression softened. He raised his hand and touched Zhao Jinxu's head. Zhao Jinxu lowered his head habitually to make up for the height difference between the two.
Shu Pinghui stared at Yin Xueze, with an unknown meaning in her eyes, and asked, "Yin Xueze, why do you look so ugly?"
Yin Xueze's whole body was surging with spiritual power, and he was truly a man of golden elixir cultivation. However, at this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and he looked even more tired. He did not look like someone who had just broken through a great realm.
Yin Xueze raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Shu Pinghui lightly, without answering.
He nodded to the reflection in the mirror as a greeting, then looked at Wu Yaochen aside, and said expressionlessly: "You destroyed my formation?"
Ever since Yin Xueze appeared, Wu Yaochen's eyes never left him. When asked about it by the other party, Wu Yaochen looked away instead.
He looked at the unclosed door behind Yin Xueze. In the dim light, the inside of the door seemed to be covered with some kind of dark crystal, reflecting a faint cold light.
Wu Yaochen narrowed his eyes slightly.
He looked away, and before Yin Xueze could become impatient, he replied with a particularly sincere smile: "Misunderstanding, it's true, believe me."
Yin Xueze's response was to use the Black Prison Spear.
The tip of the gun was pointed at Wu Yaochen's eyebrows.
"Jousting Arena."
When he said these three words, Sanbai's eyes were full of cruelty.
Wu Yaochen didn't move. He was still smiling, but his eyes showed an extremely serious look, and said: "In your current state, you will suffer a loss if you fight me."
Yin Xueze narrowed his eyes, and his eyes became even more fierce.
"Go, no, go?" He said every word, and a sickly red color appeared on his pale face, perhaps because of his anger.
Wu Yaochen suppressed his smile and frowned.
"You're not allowed to go anywhere!"
Suddenly, he heard a loud roar and saw Zhao Jinxu glaring at Yin Xueze angrily, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Yin Xueze was stunned for a moment. He looked at Zhao Jinxu blankly, looking a little confused and at a loss.
In anger, Zhao Jinxu's young face showed a coldness and strength that was inconsistent with his age. Several people present had never seen such an expression on him.
He made a sudden move, grabbed Yin Xueze's wrist without any explanation, and led him into the door.
"Come in, I have something to ask you."
Perhaps Zhao Jinxu was so unfamiliar that Yin Xueze was dragged into the door without even reacting.
The door slammed shut in front of the other three.
Shu Pinghui opened her mouth wide and couldn't recover for a long time.
"this……"
She looked at Wu Yaochen and then at Jing Yingrong, but the two men had exactly the same calm expressions, which was hard to see through.
Shu Pinghui could only sigh and said to herself: "It's terrible for an honest person to get angry."
Wu Yaochen finished his thinking, looked at Jing Yingrong, and asked: "Senior Sister Jing, about..."
Before he could finish asking, Jing Yingrong said, "I won't tell you other people's private matters without their permission."
Wu Yaochen laughed dumbly: "Senior sister is right, I was presumptuous."
Shu Pinghui clapped her hands and said, "We have nothing to do with us here anymore. What are your plans?"
Jing Yingrong shook his head: "I have no plan."
Wu Yaochen said: "According to usual practice, the auction of Yubao Tower in Tianqiu City will start in an hour. I have a VIP invitation letter that can bring two people in. If you two have nothing to do, why don't we go and have fun together? "
…
The auction was held in a closed venue, with ordinary seats on the first floor and independent private rooms on the second floor for VIPs to enjoy.
The wall of the private room facing the central auction stage is made of special materials. The inside can be seen from the outside, but the inside cannot be seen from the outside. Moreover, the entire room is covered with formations to isolate it from spiritual exploration.
This is not the first time for all three to participate in the auction. Wu Yaochen sipped tea leisurely and absentmindedly watched the various items for sale on the stage; Shu Pinghui watched attentively and made casual comments from time to time.
Jing Yingrong watched quietly, the voices in the sea of consciousness never stopping.
Ji Sha Jian: "Can you sell two drops of Tianshan milk?"
Jiyanzhu: "Who is this? Is it stupid to buy two taels of Huangjing sand for three top-quality spiritual stones?"
Jijiebi: "There is no shortage of people who deliberately raise prices in any auction, but being able to raise the price of Nan Dou Shui Xuan Dan to 800 high-grade spiritual stones is also, ha, quite impressive."
"..."
It was really lively.
The third to last item was auctioned.
"The starting price for the fallen spiritual soil is five hundred high-grade spiritual stones."
The auctioneer's voice echoed throughout the venue.
Jing Yingrong leaned forward slightly.
Wu Yaochen was keenly aware of this and asked, "Senior Sister Jing is interested?"
Jing Yingrong blinked.
Ji Sha Jian: "There is interest soil on the island, what are you buying this for?"
Extreme Brush: "The soil is too eye-catching. If it is used in the Qiongju Enclave, this is just right."
After several rounds of chasing and bidding, the five hundred high-grade spiritual stones quickly rose to three top-grade spiritual stones.
Jing Yingrong bid four top-quality spiritual stones, and no one said anything.
Just as the auctioneer was about to drop the hammer, someone on the first floor shouted out the price of five top-quality spiritual stones.
Mirror Yingrong: "Six yuan."
Opponent: "Seven dollars."
The seven top-quality spiritual stones have exceeded the value of fallen spiritual soil.
Jijie Pen: "The one who raises the price."
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Shu Pinghui said: "Is this person sent by the seller? He's too annoying."
Wu Yaochen said: "If Senior Sister Jing wants this thing, I have other channels to buy it."
Jing Yingrong shook her head, she opened her palms, and a box appeared in her hands, which was filled with fallen dust spiritual soil.
"I have."
Wu Yaochen: "..."
Ji Sha Sword: "You have it and you still buy it?"
Jing Yingrong: "Participate."
Ji Sha Sword: "..."
Jing Yingrong did not continue bidding.
The other party obviously didn't expect Jing Yingrong to give up so quickly, and was dumbfounded on the spot.
For the next two items to be sold, Jing Yingrong also participated in the bidding, and stopped shouting after shouting the price two or three times.
When Wu Yaochen and Shu Pinghui looked at their reflections in the mirror, their eyes became a little unclear.
Ji Sha Jian: "You know, now you are more like a price raiser."
Jing Yingrong: "Oh."
