Today I hold the world

The "Chongyang Hunting Banquet" has been prepared for several months, of course it is impossible to just start the hunting ground for seven days and then hastily end it.

Hunting monsters in the secret land is only the first half. What made the entire Huaishan cultivator crazy was the subsequent large-scale auction. The treasures were sold at auction, making a fortune backhand.

Five days later, since the real climax of the hunting banquet, Chang Sumen will hold a grand banquet at that time. Only monks who have entered the secret place and survived, and some related forces can participate.

Having seen the small auctions a few days ago, Zhong Ziyan is looking forward to the upcoming large auction. Although he can't afford much, it is always beneficial to feast his eyes.

Tong Tai's injury was healed yesterday by the elders of the Changsu Clan who established the foundation, and he was seven to eight points better. Today, he became much more talkative. When everyone was having dinner at noon, he who was originally dumbfounded actually made a joke, which made him amused a lot. The senior brother smiled all over his face.

The laughter gradually faded, Jian Yong put down the bowl and chopsticks, his face was a little heavy, and he said a horrifying news:

"Go to the Monster Hunting League in the morning to look for the buyers of our family's secret harvest. I heard that in this demon hunting conference, there are as many as [-] foundation-building monks who died in the hunting ground, and tens of thousands of them practiced Qi." Thousands, I can’t even imagine it!”

Zhong Ziyan gasped, and those who dared to enter the hunting grounds were all the elite monks around Huaishan Mountain. Those in the Qi training state were basically in the late stage of Qi training or the completion of Qi training. The same is true for Foundation Establishment. So many died in seven days. It was definitely a big event that caused a sensation in the entire Huaishan area.

"If I'm right, after this time, the whole Huaishan Mountain will be in turmoil for a period of time~" Zhong Ziyan said with his eyes fixed.

Jiang Yuzhou was puzzled, "So many people died, shouldn't they be depressed and silent for a while... you mean?"

Halfway through the conversation, Jiang Yuzhou suddenly understood what Zhong Ziyan meant.

Zhong Ziyan nodded and said, "The three hundred or so foundation builders are not all solitary cultivators. Take my Chilongmen as an example. If Tao Patriarch is lost, what will happen to the sect? I am afraid that even those who participated in this hunting banquet Not even qualified!"

A foundation-building cultivator bears a lot of responsibilities behind him, but who doesn't want to be a casual cultivator, who doesn't have some disciples?

It's like a family in the ordinary world, where the wives, daughters and children are all supported by the head of the family~

Jiang Yuzhou frowned bitterly, "Then this Changsumen eats steamed buns made of human blood!"

"Shh~" Jian Yong made a silence gesture.

How can this kind of thing be said bluntly? This time, the convenience of my own family is provided by Changsumen. I sold all the monster materials, spirit grass and spirit flowers obtained from the secret place, and hundreds of second-order spirit stones are indispensable. It is worth half a year's income of Chilongmen now.

Zhong Ziyan read Confucian classics since he was a child, so he naturally disliked Changsumen's actions, but after thinking about it, in the future, there will be many things like cultivating the truth and competing with the world for longevity. Everything can be weighed in the palm of your hand, and morality comes first. There is nothing wrong, but the pros and cons have to be weighed, and blind cynicism is what rotten scholars do.

"Aren't the profits coming and going for all the cultivation resources? It's impossible for those who died to be all fools~" Zhong Ziyan sighed, ate up the spirit valley, and went back to practice on his own.

Back then, the poor scholar who worked in Xincheng and was looked down upon by others felt, "It is difficult to be a man without poverty, and he will always be innocent without being hit."

A person can do it on his own when he cultivates, but a sect can't manage it carelessly. If it wants to prosper for hundreds of thousands of years, it must do ruthless things at critical moments, all for the disciples of the sect.

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The quiet room was practiced in silence, the Lingtai was clear and bright, and five days passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhong Ziyan stepped out of the door and walked towards the hills outside the Maple Leaf Forest.

On the climax day of the Double Ninth Festival, there were seven high-rise buildings in the col, the largest building was full of people, and the arc-shaped auction venue was full of seats.

"The auction is about to start, please be quiet!"

A kind word would not attract attention, just because the person who said it was one of the two golden pills of the Monster Hunting League, who would dare to disobey.

After Zhao Liangcai finished speaking, he saw a charming woman in a palace costume appearing on the stage. Although she was not young, she still had a charming charm. She laughed and said:

"This hunting feast is the finale of the auction held by my Monster Hunting League. Don't talk about it, this is the beginning~"

There were people in the venue whispering to each other, what they were discussing was that in the past, women from Hunan who presided over the auction would have a warm-up scene first, why is it so hasty this time?

The beautiful and dignified Mrs. Xiang would naturally not respond to such words, and directly asked the maid to bring the first auction item:

"The first treasure, the golden core of the water monster!"

……

After a moment of silence, the audience was in an uproar.

"What? I didn't hear you?"

"A golden core stage monster..."

"Great hand!"

……

Mrs. Xiang explained, "This golden elixir is pure and pure, and less than 27% of its consumption is lost. It was obtained by [-] monks in the late stage of foundation establishment and killed the [Xuanbai Turtle] in the hunting ground. It is used to refine [Snow Spirit Pill]. The other cultivators with spiritual roots can increase their confidence in forming alchemy by [-]%, and those with water spiritual roots can increase their confidence by [-]%~"

Several voices of exclamation could not hide the excitement. This golden elixir can be said to be a must-have for monks with a perfect foundation. Even other spiritual roots can increase the chances by [-]%. Such a good thing can definitely become this The finale of this auction.

Zhong Ziyan didn't expect the first item to be so precious, it was at the Golden Core Realm, even if Huaishan had less than two hands!

"The starting price is five hundred and third-order spirit stones!"

Following Mrs. Xiang's opening, several Foundation Establishment cultivators bid at the same time.

"Six hundred!"

"I am seven hundred~"

"Nine hundred..."

……

The third-order spirit stone, according to the current situation of Chilongmen, may not be able to save one by the end of this year.

Zhong Ziyan was dumbfounded, looking at the seniors in the late stage of Foundation Establishment who were asking prices in the front row, are they all such rich masters?

Quotations continued one after another, and finally the sky-high price of 11 third-order spirit stones was finalized. A black robe covered his face and built a foundation with a smug smile.

In fact, it’s useless just to get this thing. You have to find alchemy masters to spend huge sums of money to refine [Snow Spirit Pill]. How can ordinary foundation-building monks afford it? How many years will it take to earn such wealth~

The second auction item is relatively ordinary, the poison blade of [Earth Splitter], which is a necessary material for refining some assassination spiritual weapons, Zhong Ziyan doesn't know how to practice weapons, and listened to the explanation of a articulate young monk next to him. Things are relatively rare monster materials.

When the third auction item came out, Zhong Ziyan became restless. The naked girl with cat ears was shackled by iron chains, and she was covered in blood. It looked like she had suffered a lot.

Mrs. Xiang's eyes turned cold, and she said, "[Blue-eared Catwoman], [Beast Soul Pill] Yaoyin, five hundred second-order spirit stones!"

"My royal family wants it~"

Without waiting for everyone to bid, Wang Jia, a Jindan cultivator from the Wang family of Huaiyinhe, spoke coldly.With just this sentence, no one dares to bid again.

Just when Mrs. Xiang was about to open her mouth to decide on Catwoman's ownership, at the corner on the west side of the auction house, a purple-clothed and masked Foundation Builder scrambled:

"Wait a minute! Dare I ask how much Senior Wang bid?"