Situ Jing calmed down, with a look of disdain on her face. She asked lightly: "Little monk, what treasure are you giving me in exchange?"

Tian Heng said: "My treasure will definitely satisfy the Young Pavilion Master."

"Oh?" Situ Jing became interested. "Little monk, your tone is not gentle."

Tian Heng took out a few pills from his pocket and handed them to Situ Jing. "This is a meeting gift for the Young Pavilion Master."

Situ Jing gently squeezed the two yuan pills handed over by the other party. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Is this how you sneaked in?" Of course, Situ Jing could tell at a glance that there were two other people in the audience who were related to this man.

A group of people.

Tian Heng said: "If I want to see the Young Pavilion Master, I have no choice but to make this decision."

Situ Jing heard something else from Tian Heng's words. She was slightly stunned. Situ Jing gently threw the Yuan Dan in her hand and whispered softly: "These two little things are not enough."

"I still have some magic weapons. I wonder if the Young Pavilion Master can take a fancy to them?"

Naturally, the grade of the magic weapon Tian Heng took out was not low. After the battle of Tianyan Sect, the harvest of Youqing Valley was huge. Everyone benefited a lot.

Situ Jing looked Tian Heng up and down. "The yang energy on your body is strong. You must have just come back from the outside world, right? It seems that you have gained a lot of good fortune in the outside world."

Tian Heng did not deny it, "We have indeed been in the outside world for a few years."

Unexpectedly, Situ Jing's face suddenly turned cold. "But how come you have the brand of my Ghost King Pavilion on your bodies?"

As soon as Situ Jing said this, the place immediately fell silent.

"It's Artest's brand. Artest sent me a message not long ago, saying that he was captured by three corpse path monks. I have sent people to look for him. I don't want you three to dare to come to the Ghost King Pavilion to die," the person said.

At this point, his voice suddenly changed, "Could it be that..."

"Yuan Wenju, your brother has been killed by me." Lan Xiaoyu said calmly.

The muscles on Yuan Wenju's face were beating wildly. But today there was a big shot present, so he could only suppress his anger and wait for Situ Jing to speak.

On the top floor, the three important figures had just sat down and were attracted by what was happening below.

"Old Ghost Situ, it seems that your majesty is no longer what it used to be. Even a few small corpse monks dare to come to your Ghost King Pavilion to provoke you." Qiu Zhuo said and looked at Yan Ke with deep meaning.

Yan Ke sneered, "Old Qiu, you don't need to provoke me here."

Of course Situ Nan knew that the few ants below could not be Yan Ke's people. He smiled and said: "There are so many great monks who want to follow Brother Yan. These little ants can't get into Brother Yan's eyes."

After Situ Nan finished speaking, he saw that Yan Ke's face was a little gloomy.

Yan Ke glanced lightly from below. "Young people don't know how high the sky is. They think they will be invincible if they gain some fortune in the outside world. These people are bringing shame to the corpse path!"

Yan Ke's words made the two old ghosts a little puzzled. In their eyes, the corpse path monks below them were no different from ants, but Yan Ke, the genius of the corpse path, actually had emotional fluctuations because of a few ants!

Little did he know that Yan Ke saw his younger self in Tian Heng. At that time, he had just entered the Corpse Path and was full of energy, but he was also so arrogant.

The ruthless killings in the ghost world taught him to be patient. It wasn't until he had enough strength that he became famous and became what he is today. But these young people only have courage, but today they have to pay the price of their lives to understand this.

Simple truth.

"Stupid!" Yan Ke thought to himself, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The monks below unanimously moved away from the two corpse path monks Lan Xiaoyu and Mu Yu. In the eyes of everyone, these three monks who did not know the heights of heaven and earth were already dead.

Lan Xiaoyu and Mu Yu also slowly stepped onto the auction stage.

Lan Xiaoyu said: "We have no grievances or enmities with Ghost King Pavilion. Yuan Wentai wants the lives of three of us for no reason. Are we not allowed to fight back?"

Situ Jing chuckled and said, "You three have been hanging out in the outside world for too long. This is the ghost world. Do you need a reason to kill people in the ghost world?"

Lan Xiaoyu replied: "But this is also the Ghost King Pavilion. You cannot fight in the Ghost King Pavilion. This is also a rule set by you. Could it be said that this rule is only for other monks, and you, the Ghost King Pavilion, do not have to abide by it?"

Situ Jing had lived for more than forty years, and was speechless for the first time after being contradicted by an outsider. After pondering for a moment, she nodded slowly and said coldly, "Okay! I won't kill you in the Ghost King's Pavilion. But when the Ghost King comes out,

Ge, I hope you can take a few steps quickly and never look back."

Tian Heng said: "Young Pavilion Master, we killed Yuan Wentai, but it's just one yard at a time. This bead..."

Situ Jing was laughed at by several young monks. She really didn't know what was in the minds of these corpse monks! How could they have the confidence to think that they could escape from the Ghost King Pavilion unharmed by exchanging beads for beads?

?

"If you want to exchange for soul beads, you can, but then it depends on whether your treasure is worth the price."

Tian Heng said: "Our things are not really treasures. I just heard that Ghost King Pavilion also makes a living by selling corpses. I think this thing of mine may be able to improve the quality of the corpses in Ghost King Pavilion."

"Oh? Do you have thousand-year ice?" Situ Jing didn't want to talk in circles with these people anymore and asked directly.

Tian Heng shook his head, "I don't have thousand-year ice."

Situ Jing's face became more and more gloomy. "Are you kidding me?"

"I don't dare. We don't have thousand-year ice, but we do get some ten-thousand-year ice from the outside world."

"Wanzai Xuanbing?" As soon as these words came out, the audience suddenly became noisy.

Only one piece of Ten Thousand Years of Xuanbing is needed to preserve a corpse without decaying for thousands of years. That kind of treasure is rare for corpse path monks but cannot be obtained.

Situ Jing stared at the three people coldly without saying a word. She didn't quite believe that these people could really get a piece of ten thousand years of black ice. She was more willing to believe that these three people simply felt that there was no taste in life. Come to the Ghost King.

You are looking for death.

Tian Heng stopped pretending. He took out a large piece of Wanzai Xuanbing from his storage bag. They didn't know how much of this stuff they had in their storage bags. It was all Pei Feng who had casually dug it out from the bottom of the Ice and Fire Lake.

of.

Many monks were petrified on the spot.

"It's really Wanzai Xuanbing!"

"What a big piece!"

"A young monk actually has such a valuable treasure!"

Many people felt great regret in their hearts, sighing that the lives of these reckless ghosts already belonged to the Ghost King Pavilion. Otherwise, these three people would be torn into pieces as soon as they stepped out of the Ghost King Pavilion.

The three big figures on the third floor were once again attracted to the bottom.

Situ Nan smiled and said: "These three little guys actually found Wanzai Xuanbing."

Qiu Zhuo's eyes were filled with uncertainty. His thoughts were the same as those of many monks below. He secretly hated the appearance of three ants in the Ghost King Pavilion.

"Old Ghost Situ, you are in good luck today."

Situ Nan laughed. That large piece of Wanzai Xuanbing really made him tempted. And once something like Wanzai Xuanbing is discovered, it is very likely to appear in pieces. If you can ask the three corpse path monks about its origin,

The value of Xuan Bing's treasure land is immeasurable.

The three great cultivators had no intention of drinking any more, and stared at the auction table below with burning eyes.

Situ Jing is not someone who takes things for granted. She suppressed the shock in her heart and said with a smile: "Although your piece of ten thousand-year-old black ice is precious, its value is not as good as my soul pearl."

Lan Xiaoyu immediately said: "Then let's add another piece."

A larger piece of Xuan Bing was held in Lan Xiaoyu's hand. The look on her face clearly said that things like Wan Zai Xuan Bing are not worth mentioning to us at all. We can have as much as you want!
Chapter completed!