Qin Ming stood on the stone platform covered with ice, holding his arms, lowering his eyes, and waiting silently, with an ancient bronze tripod standing beside him.

The heart of Qingluan in the ancient cauldron has been refined, and the medicine liquid is almost gone, but there is still a little left inside. The rich medicine fragrance is like a boiling heat wave, rumbling inside, making a faint rumbling sound. The cauldron cover is half-covered, revealing a gap, emitting a mellow and intoxicating fragrance, floating in the cold square.

The people gathered around were breathing deeply, and after a few sips, they couldn't express their comfort all over, as if they had drunk nectar and jade dew. They looked at the ancient tripod with fiery eyes, but were afraid of the strong holy power that spread across Qin Ming. Although there were tens of thousands of people gathered here, half of them were casual cultivators, and some were also some holy martial, but there were very few above the third level of the holy martial heaven, and almost nothing in the fourth level of the fifth level of the holy martial heaven. The breath of Qin Ming's holy martial heaven was enough to bring them the pressure like a huge mountain.

The canyon in the evening was dim, and lit lanterns and burning braziers reflected the ancient city under the reflection of ice crystals. More and more people gathered here, and some stood on the roof, climbed on the cliff, or gathered in the cliff caves on the cliff, all of whom were looking at the peerless treasures worth 100,000 black gold coins.

There are people auctioning their treasures on this stone platform every day, but like today, there are 100,000 black gold coins, and they have never been there before. Not to mention the Gate of the East Valley, there are very few other places. Generally speaking, treasures of this value are kept by themselves, so who would auction them?

"He is not here to sell children, but to sell tripods!" Huanlangtian's coquettish lady didn't expect to meet that bastard again here. But his father's friends have fallen to the point of selling things for money, which is too unclassified.

"It's a good treasure!" The handsome boy was Qiu Ziqi, the fourth son of the Huanlangtian clan leader. He personally led a team to search for begonia. His skin was filled with bright moonlight, and he was wearing armor. He was powerful, handsome and majestic. He rode the noble golden-horned sky horse, like a god.

More than a dozen heavenly horses were flying in the air, spreading their wings seven or eight meters, rolling up strong winds. They were noble and holy, extraordinary, with perfect muscle lines and full of strength. The armored guards riding them were as imposing as tigers, with sharp eyes and tense faces, like long-standing rivals, with powerful and full of killing aura.

"Brother wants it? Buy it, isn't it just 100,000 black gold coins? Our Huanlangtian still cares about this little money." Miss Jiaoman is the sister of Qiu Ziqi and his father and mother, Qiu Ziqing. Because she also has a eldest brother with the same father and mother, who is the strongest person in the new generation of Huanlangtian, and the most talented direct descendant with the best ability and talent, is likely to be appointed as the next generation leader, so no one in the clan dares to provoke her, and they are spoiled.

Xiao Qian? Qiu Ziqi twitched slightly at the corners of his eyes and said loudly: "Senior! Can you introduce this ancient cauldron?"

Qiu Ziqi's senior shouting made many people wonder. How polite is the son of the dignified Huanlangtian clan leader?

There were also many people from the Jinyang clan and Guihun Valley, hiding in the crowd. They were planning to test Qin Ming to see if they could rob him. Qiu Ziqi called them confused by the words of senior.

"No need to introduce it. If you think it is worth it, don't buy it. If you don't, don't buy it. I don't want black gold coins, I want to exchange it for the same price! I'm useless to use it, I want to change a weapon." Qin Ming raised his eyes and glanced at the increasingly crowded crowd. Looking around, it was a vast area. The roofs in the distance and the cliff caves behind were also full of people, and they all looked at it curiously.

Qin Ming is not used to change weapons, he is here to fish!

It is almost impossible to find someone who hides among the 100,000 people in the ancient city who always looks changeable, so it is better to use a medicine cauldron to attract it. As long as Haitang shows her face, she will have the chance to stare at her. Ordinary weapons cannot attract Haitang's attention, but since she is an alchemist and always has a blue-patterned jade cauldron ornament hanging close to her body, she will definitely have research on the medicine cauldron and will also be obsessed with it.

There is a medicine cauldron here, but I don’t believe that the begonia will not appear.

"You should always tell me where you got it. If it was stolen, wouldn't we cause trouble if we bought it?" Guihun Valley appeared, and more than a dozen people were wearing black cloaks covering half of their faces. Their voices were cold and hoarse, like sand and gravel rubbing, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The crowd rioted, avoiding a spacious passage and reaching the stone platform.

"Returning to the Soul Valley!" Huan Langtian showed murderous intent, his eyes were cold, and his moon-like light rose all over his body. The golden-horned horses under them were neighing, restlessly scattering their hooves, waving their wings, as if they were very disgusted with such gloomy things.

Qin Ming reached out and grabbed the bronze tripod and snorted coldly: "My things will not be sold in Guihun Valley!"

The huge square gradually became quiet. People looked at Shitai in shock, and in a crazy tone, they didn't sell their face to Guihun Valley in front of so many people.

More than a dozen disciples from Guihun Valley slowly looked up, revealing their pale faces, their eyes as dark as black holes, without any white eyes: "Say it again?"

"I won't sell it if I say it ten times!" Qin Ming raised his head slightly, his attitude was cold and arrogant, as if he was not afraid of Guihun Valley at all.

"Okay!! Well said it!!" Huan Langtian smiled with satisfaction. He is worthy of being the clan leader's friend, and he also hates Guihun Valley.

The people in Guihun Valley cannot figure out the origin of Qin Ming. With their reputation, few people dare to provoke so much. The son of Huanlangtian clan leader respects him as a senior. Does this person have some background?

The Jinyang clan people stood far away and did not interfere, but were also curious about Qin Ming’s origin and dared to face Huanlangtian and Guihun Valley.

"I only stood for half an hour, and the person I wanted was careful." Qin Ming held the bronze tripod, strong on the surface, but he was not relaxed in his heart. If he couldn't be fooled, he would have to escape!

The crowd was talking, and they could see the magic of the ancient bronze tripod. However, Qin Ming did not mention the origin or the effect, and he just opened his mouth to the price of 100,000 black gold coins. Who dared to buy it easily? Besides, they didn’t have anything of the same value.

Huanlangtian, Guihun Valley, and Jinyang clan did not rush to take action, but observed and thought.

Qin Ming stood expressionlessly, his eyes constantly searching in the crowd. His spiritual power gathered his eyes and searched carefully, not letting anyone go. However, after scanning the circle, two or three circles, he never found a woman with flowers hanging on her head in front of him. There were some women 1.7 meters tall in the crowd, but after staring at her carefully, nothing unusual was found.

Didn’t Haitang come? Could it be that the ancient tripod is not tempting enough?

"Time is up! Everyone says goodbye!" Qin Ming waited for half an hour, but he didn't notice it, so he had to put away the bronze ancient tripod. But the moment he turned around and left, he suddenly noticed that in the first row of people in front of the stands, less than thirty meters away from him, a man subconsciously walked forward a few steps, as if he was very reluctant, and the enthusiasm in his eyes was a little too strong.

Qin Ming's heart moved and walked straight towards the man.

The man immediately returned to his calmness and pretended not to care to disperse with the crowd, but his eyes occasionally glanced at Qin Ming.

"Get out!" Qin Ming just walked into the crowd and suddenly roared, stirring up a strong wind all over his body, lifting dozens of people around him. He held a black needle in his hand and shouted: "I'm tired of living! I dare to poison me!"

The crowd was in chaos and panic, and they all looked around in surprise.

Qin Ming deliberately created chaos, but the corners of his eyes were locked at the man. The strong wind blew up to him. His wide robe danced, revealing a white jade hand. His nails were dark black. He looked tall, but in fact he was wearing very thick clothes and was also stepping on thick wooden boards under his feet.
Chapter completed!