Lei Jing looked at the five jade pieces on the table with some disgust, three jade bracelets, two jade rings, and the material of the jade pieces was not bad, but it was still too ordinary.

For a martial arts master, what are a few jade pieces? You can buy a large basket with a piece of spiritual crystal.

Lei Jing pursed his lips, stretched out two fingers, picked up a space ring, as if he was holding a dung beetle in his hand. He played with it for a moment, threw it back to the table, and wiped his fingers hard on his sleeve, saying indifferently: "You only have a few jade pieces, want to put them in the auction hall? Don't embarrass your master? The auction hall in Tianmo Martial Arts City is the largest auction hall in the thirty-six counties in Tianmo Ridge. Only the top treasures can be sent for auction. Those who can enter the auction hall are all first-class big names."

Lei Jing’s meaning is very simple. Take away these dung beetles... no... jade artifacts, don’t take them out and embarrass you.

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "Master, do you take a look?"

"Look at it again?"

Lei Jing stared at the table, feeling suspicious. Could it be that there is any mystery hidden in these jade artifacts?

With a curious attitude, Lei Jing picked up a space ring again and injected a wisp of true energy into the ring.

"Wow!"

As the true energy poured into the ring, a faint white halo appeared on the surface of the ring, like a door of nothingness opened on the ring, leading to a mysterious space.

After discovering the mystery of the space ring, Lei Jing's pupils immediately emitted a terrifying light. He looked at the jade artifacts on the table again, just like an old pervert seeing a group of peerless beauties stripped away.

Lei Jing stared at Zhang Ruochen again, harvested the five space treasures into a pile, stretched out a big hand, and pressed the five space treasures tightly under his palm, as if he was afraid of flying away.

Lei Jing coughed twice, his face was not red, and his color was still unchanged: "Zhang Ruochen, you have been with the teacher for a short time, probably not knowing that you have five master's wives in total. Seeing that these jade pieces were polished so exquisitely, I thought to myself, or I would take them back, just treat them as gifts you respected."

When Lei Jing opened his mouth, Zhang Ruochen felt something was wrong, but he did not expect that the dignified silver-robed elder pavilion was still an old ruffian, and even wanted to cheat his disciple's treasures.

Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen was prepared and said calmly: "Don't Master want to know how the disciple got these jade artifacts?"

Lei Jing also showed a curious expression and asked, "Yes! I am about to ask."

Zhang Ruochen said: "I once discovered an ancient cave left in the Middle Ages and obtained some treasures in it. Not only these jade pieces, but also several top-level practice techniques."

In order to conceal his identity as the son of Emperor Ming eight hundred years ago, Zhang Ruochen had to make up a lie first.

This is also a helpless thing!

Lei Jing had long expected that Zhang Ruochen must have had some adventures, otherwise how could he, a prince of a lower-class county, open up twenty-seven meridians?

At least, the skills he practiced must be quite amazing.

This is not a strange thing. The Kunlun Realm has a long history and I don’t know how many powerful people have been born since ancient times. Even if Zhang Ruochen encounters an ancient saint’s cave, it is not a strange thing.

Lei Jing is a principled person, so he did not ask about Zhang Ruochen's adventure, nor did he think about robbing Zhang Ruochen's practice skills.

Just like Yan Lixuan, he had a knot in his heart for decades to make a spiritual-level sword technique.

It can be said that losses outweigh gains.

Lei Jing stared at Zhang Ruochen deeply and said, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "As far as I know, a warrior only has one chance to modify his skills, that is when he is in the Fish and Dragon Realm."

"The Fish and Dragon Realm is also called the Fish and Dragon Nine Changes. In this realm, warriors will undergo nine degenerations. A warrior who can complete nine degenerations is like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, turning a fish into a dragon, entering the holy gate in one fell swoop, reaching the semi-saint realm. A warrior who cannot complete nine degenerations will always be a fish and cannot access the holy gate at all."

"A warrior in the Yulong realm can change his practice technique every time he transforms. The higher the practice technique, the faster the practice speed, the higher the future achievements. Master, don't you want to change to a higher-level practice technique?"

Lei Jing smiled and said, "The Blood Cloud Sutra that the master practices is a low-level ghost-level martial art, and it is not bad at all compared to the strongest martial arts of the Yuntai Sect Mansion. Can you still use a more powerful martial art than the Blood Cloud Sutra?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "It's really unfortunate that my disciple got a ghost-level top-grade martial art in that ancient cave called Blood Nervous, which seems to be of the same origin as the Blood Cloud Sutra. It is definitely an easy task to change from the Blood Cloud Sutra to modify the Blood Nervous. I originally wanted to respect my master, but since the master didn't want to... then..."

Before Zhang Ruochen finished speaking, Lei Jing suddenly stood up and roared: "When did you, an unfilial disciple, say you didn't want to?"

As if he noticed that he had lost his composure, Lei Jing sat back with a little embarrassedly and said with a smile: "Zhang Ruochen, your cultivation is still low after all, and you may not understand the ghost-level martial arts. You can take out your blood nerves first and ask your master to help you identify them. Perhaps that is not a real ghost-level martial arts."

Zhang Ruochen no longer drew Lei Jing's appetite, took out the blood nerves that had been written long ago and handed them to Lei Jing.

Lei Jing looked at the blood nerves and his fingers trembled. Although he seemed very calm on the surface, he was already very excited.

It is just a copybook, not the first version of the martial arts.

Turning the first page of the blood nerves, Lei Jing just read the first sentence and fell into it, as if he was fascinated, completely immersed in the mysterious martial arts, watching with relish, unable to extricate himself, and kept cheering.

"Miracle! It's really wonderful! It's worthy of being a top-level ghost-level martial art. It's extremely exquisite and profound. I'm afraid even a saint will find it difficult to interpret all the exquisiteness in it."

A whole hour passed, and Lei Jing's eyes did not move away from his blood nerves, as if he had forgotten Zhang Ruochen who was still standing aside.

If he was asked to continue watching, Zhang Ruochen suspected that he would keep his current posture for a month.

"Master, Master, Master."

Zhang Ruochen screamed three times, and Lei Jing reluctantly moved his eyes away from his blood nerves, as if holding a peerless treasure, quickly stuffing his blood nerves into his arms, for fear of being snatched away by Zhang Ruochen.

Now, let alone Zhang Ruochen, even if the palace lord of the Wu City Academy wants to steal the blood nerves, Lei Jing will fight against him.

The lower-grade ghost-level martial arts and the upper-grade ghost-level martial arts seem to be only two levels apart, but the value of martial arts is more than one hundred times different.

Originally, with Lei Jing's age, he had no hope for the impact on the semi-saint realm.

But getting blood nerves allowed Lei Jing to see hope again.

As long as he practices this kind of ghost-level top-grade martial art, he has great hope and reaches the semi-saint realm.

The more Lei Jing looked at him, the more he felt that Zhang Ruochen liked him. Why was his luck so good that he actually accepted such a disagreeable disciple?

Not only is the "talent" against the will of heaven, but even the "luck" against the will of heaven.

If "Qi Luck" is not against the will of heaven, how can you get such a powerful cultivation technique as blood nerves?

Zhang Ruochen said: "Master, how have you considered the auction?"

After getting the blood nerves, the impact of the five space treasures on Lei Jing was no longer so strong.

Lei Jing looked at the five space treasures and said proudly: "Zhang Ruochen, don't worry, my teacher will help you with this matter. Just wait, on the day of the auction, take the sack to the auction house to install the spirit crystals!"

"No need for sacks, the disciples have higher space treasures."

Zhang Ruochen took out the newly refined space jade bracelet and handed it to Lei Jing, saying, "This space jade bracelet is a treasure that my disciples respect their masters. It is a hundred times better than those five space treasures. I hope the master will accept it."

Lei Jing twisted up the space jade bracelet and carefully looked it up. Sure enough, he found that the inner space of this space jade bracelet was very wide, and it also burned a defensive inscription and a master recognition inscription.

Compared with it, the five space treasures on the table are like defective products.

The previous thing he said he wanted to give five space treasures to Zhang Ruochen's five master's wives was actually just a joke with Zhang Ruochen.

The disciple got five space treasures and only wanted to take them to auction, but he didn't expect to give them one to the master. Lei Jing was naturally very unhappy, so he scared Zhang Ruochen in that way.

Facts have proved that Zhang Ruochen was not unfilial to his master, but had something better to prepare for his master, and Lei Jing was in a good mood.

After Zhang Ruochen left, Lei Jing put the space jade bracelet on his wrist. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He couldn't help laughing out loud: "Good boy, he is worthy of being my disciple."

"Zhang Ying, Ji Fantian." Lei Jing shouted.

Hearing Lei Jing's voice transmission, the two silver-robed elders immediately rushed to the Silver-robed elders' Pavilion, knelt on one knee, and bowed to Lei Jing: "I'm paying homage to the Pavilion Master, I wonder what the Pavilion Master has to give?"

"You guys get up first!"

The two silver robe elders stood up.

Lei Jing put a thick stack of invitations on the table and said, "Zhang Ying, the Lord of the Pavilion will order you to deliver these ten letters to the hands of those ten people within three days."

Zhang Ying was a little surprised. She was just sending a letter. She actually asked a silver-robed elder to do such a small matter. Would the Pavilion Master be too terrible?

When Zhang Ying took the ten envelopes and saw the names written on them, she was even more shocked.

"The leader of Yuntai Sect Mansion, Han Li."

"The head of the Divine Blood Sect, Sima Mingde."

"The Lord of Taiqing Palace, Ye Huiyi."

"Minshu County, State, and Xia Xuecheng."

...

Each of the names on the envelope is the famous overlord of Tianmo Ridge. If anyone sneezes, the entire thirty-six counties and states of Tianmo Ridge will be in turmoil.

Who exactly happened? The Pavilion Master actually wanted to invite these people?

Zhang Ying asked: "Master, is it...a decade-long martial arts conference going to be held?"

Lei Jing said: "Zhang Ying, your memory is getting worse and worse. Didn't the martial arts conference be held three years ago?"

"But……"

"Not that much, but you just need to send the letter." Lei Jing said.

Lei Jing did not mention the contents of the letter.

"Yes! I'll go now."

After Zhang Ying saluted Lei Jing, he quickly walked out of the Silver Robe Elder Pavilion.
Chapter completed!