Just as the people in the Dianmai Hall were arguing about the value of the green fish while bidding intermittently, the end of the curtain rain, who was about to leave the Yi Night City, was stopped by a voice.

"Where is Yu'er going?"

Only a voice came from the city gate.

"Second, uncle?!"

Zai Muyu was stunned for a moment, and then said happily.

The person who came was Xie Chuxuan, the second uncle who was the deputy master of Tongyou Temple and the second uncle who came out of Muyu.

Just as Joe Yu spoke, the man had already walked out of the shadows under the city tower. Behind him, two burly middle-aged men, both of whom were far superior to most of the masters in Yi Ye City at this moment.

"Master Gao, Master Liu is here too?"

After seeing the person behind Xie Chuxuan, Xie Muyu's expression turned from joy to surprise, because for Tongyouguan, only when encountering major events related to the rise and fall of Taoist temples, these three people will appear together.

"You haven't answered me yet, where are you going? I remember Yiyan City didn't close so early, right?"

Xie Chuxuan asked indifferently, and he was wearing a Confucian shirt with a judge's pen that had been three feet long around his waist. He was elegant and gentle, and looked like a Confucian scholar who participated in a poetry meeting.

"I've encountered something..."

Xie Muyu was asked by Xie Chuxuan and his heart was thrilled, and he said hesitantly.

However, no matter how kind Xie Chuxuan is, in Xie Muyu's eyes, there is a blood-filled killing god. The Shizhou Immortal Palace gave him the name "Blood Rakshasa", but he never dared to mention these words in front of his uncle.

"The three little kids always follow your butt."

Xie Muyu's face remained unchanged, so I asked again.

"Dead."

Uncle Er's tone was still gentle, but after Fumi Yu felt like a ray of light on his back, and layers of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"How did you die?"

Xie Chuxuan continued to ask without any pause.

Facing his second uncle, Xie Muyu knew that lying was useless, so he told all the stories of Li Yunsheng in the Dianshu Hall.

"So you escaped?"

Xie Chuxuan glanced at Xie Muyu indifferently when he heard this.

“No, yes.”

Xie Muyu was about to refute it, but in the face of the eyes that could see through everything, he finally felt soft.

"The strength is still so unbearable, but for your good eyesight, I won't punish you for now."

Xie Chuxuan shook his head.

"Uncle II, what do you mean?"

Xu Muyu asked.

"Young Master, what you mean is that if you escaped more slowly just now, you will die! Hahaha..."

The big man on the left behind Xie Chuxuan laughed and said, although this big man was tall, he had a squinted face with a shoe, his eyes were even smaller like mung beans, and his mouth was even more crooked and black teeth.

"Old Gao, you shouldn't do it now. Although our young master is not strong enough, it is a skill to escape. There is, what's the matter, good, funny, hahaha..."

The Lord Liu on the right side had much more eyebrows than the Lord Gao’s Lord Zhou Zheng, but his thick beard and his eyebrows made him look like a monkey in the mountains.

Although Xie Muyu was so angry that she was tiring at the teasing of the two people in front of her, her identities were placed there, and even he had to endure it.

"Uncle Second, have you been to Yanzhou? Why did you suddenly come here?"

After the rain broke the question and asked.

"Speak while walking."

Xie Chuxuan didn't even look at Xie Muyu walked straight forward.

"Originally we were going to Yanzhou, but your father suddenly got the news that the treasure sold by Yi Ye Chengdian this time had a lot to do with the batch of spiritual weapons underground in Qiushui. We then turned around and rushed over."

After walking for a while, Xie Chuxuan spoke again.

"What kind of treasure is it? You actually need the second uncle and the two elders to take action personally?"

Xie Muyu looked shocked.

"A broken sword called Blue Fish."

...

The sight was back in the Dianmai Hall in Yi Night City.

After a quarrel, I watched the fun or really believed what Wu Changxiao said just now, not only did the number of guests in the hall not only increased, but the number of guests in the hall increased a lot.

Moreover, the bidding price has gradually increased from one thousand spirit stones to eight thousand.

The one who produced these eight thousand spirit stones was Fan Chun, who had photographed seven ancient lotus in the last game.

To be honest, buying a pile of "scrap iron" for eight thousand spirit stones surprised everyone in the venue, but some smart people saw through Fan Chun's intentions.

No matter how much Wu Changxiao said, scrap iron is scrap iron after all, even if this bluefish really blocked Yan Jun’s attack as he said.

The reason why Fan Chun was willing to pay this price was to sell face to the One Night City. For him, seven or eight thousand spirit stones were just a number. It would be more cost-effective to pay a legendary ancient secret realm at this price.

But Fan Chun's action made Li Yunsheng feel heartbroken.

"Brother Fan, that's really a pile of scrap iron. Can't you just give him the money?"

Seeing Fan Chun's unfathomable look, Li Yunsheng really wanted to shout this to him.

He kept holding back and didn't shout for the price, just to wait for the people around him to lose patience so that no one would follow him to bid when he bid. But he never expected that Fan Chun would bid with such a motive.

"Nine thousand."

There is no way. If Li Yunsheng doesn’t add the price to Fan Chun, no one will add it. He can’t just watch the green fish fall into Fan Chun’s hands.

Maybe it was because Li Yunsheng's voice was too low, or maybe it was because he was too far behind. In short, his voice was quickly drowned in a noise.

"I'll give nine thousand."

Li Yunsheng had no choice but to shout again. This time he used a little of his true energy, and his voice suddenly exploded in the hall like a bell.

This huge dictionary hall suddenly became quiet.

"This young man gives nine thousand, is there any higher one?"

Butler Wu in front of the hall smiled at Li Yunsheng as expected, and then asked everyone.

It was not until this was the case that everyone finally confirmed that the sound just now was not their auditory hallucination, and some people were really willing to buy the pile of scrap iron for nine thousand spirit stones.

And when they saw clearly that the person who just bid was Li Yunsheng, their expressions became complicated again.

Many people saw Li Yunsheng's previous fight with Xie Muyu in the hall, but they didn't expect that this strange man of unknown origin would do something that puzzled them.

"Big Stone are you crazy?"

Facing the hundreds of gazes from the hall, Qing Luo beside Li Yunsheng could not sit still. She leaned into Li Yunsheng's ear with a panic on her face and whispered.

"What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!