Ye Ling's eyes turned to the thin monk in a black cloak. Seeing his forehead high and bony, his arms exposed outside the cloak were as thin as dead trees, vaguely exuding a dead aura!

"Ghost Cultivator?" Ye Ling was not sure, and his confusion turned to his second senior sister Yuzhu.

Liang Yuzhu's face was a little solemn, and she shook her head and said, "No! He is a demon cultivator. He should be practicing a certain blood-devouring technique. I believe that it consumes a lot of qi and blood when practicing. Once the qi and blood are insufficient, there will be a situation like him now. The qi and blood in his body are gradually drained, and only by devouring the blood of the monsters can the vitality in his body be maintained. Such a monk is extremely fierce. If you bid with him, you may cause trouble. However, with his senior sister, he is a demon cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, and he can't make any big waves!"

Ye Ling nodded secretly and waited for a while. In the elegant room upstairs, someone proudly said: "This wind demon sword is good. I am determined to win! Twenty-three thousand spirit stones! The one downstairs, do you still dare to bid with me?"

The thin demon cultivator suddenly raised his head, his dark eyes that were daunting.

Among the monks present, some who recognized the young master from the upper floor of the fairyland said with envy and jealousy: "It turns out that it is the Master Wu from Wuji Fuzhuang, North Street. No wonder he is so generous. When the price increases, he will give out four thousand spirit stones. He is so rich!"

The thin demon cultivator said in a hoarse voice: "Twenty-five thousand!"

Everyone was interested in watching the bidding on both sides upstairs and downstairs with great interest.

Master Wu's face looked a little ugly, he slapped the table and shouted: "I am bidding for 30,000 spirit stones! If you have the ability, please continue to raise the price. I will accompany you to the end!"

The three female cultivators of the Youyue Immortal Sect in the Ying-sized Elegant Room were all dumbfounded. Mu Jinwei and Chen Guirong wanted to help the junior sister who was on the third floor of the foundation building to buy the Fengmo Sword. Who would have thought that they would bid for 30,000 spirit stones. Even the petite junior sister looked desperate and completely gave up.

The thin demon cultivator in the corner downstairs had blue veins on his skinny forehead, and his hoarse voice was like a broken gong, and he said in a deep voice: "The young master of Wuji Fuzhuang? I remember this! You wait!"

When Young Master Wu saw that he had accepted his defeat, he laughed and urged the Master of Qibaozhai to send the Fengmo Sword up.

"Slowly! I will give out 50,000 spirit stones!"

Ye Ling's cold voice was faint, and it was heard in the ears of all the monks present, which was like a thunder!

Upstairs and downstairs, they immediately felt like they were in an uproar, and they were all amazed:

"Ah? Fifty thousand spirit stones! This is nearly twenty times more expensive than an ordinary fourth-level top-grade flying sword!"

"What is the origin of this young monk in a long moon-white satin gown in the Huang family? He is even more generous than Master Wu's attack!"

"Looking at his waist card, it seems to be a second-generation disciple of the Tiandan Immortal Sect, which is incredible!"

"Ahem, it's probably the descendant of a Jindan elder of the Tiandan Immortal Sect, and then the prince of the Immortal Cultivation Family. There is no other possibility."

There were many disciples of the Tiandan Immortal Sect sitting downstairs. They looked at Ye Ling very well and had never seen him before. They shook their heads repeatedly: "Huh? Very strange! I dare to conclude that he is definitely not the descendant of the elders of the Immortal Sect, because I know all the elders' children and nephews!"

"Looking at the blue gourd waist sign hanging around his waist, he is indeed a fellow disciple! I feel familiar with the Taoyi Senior Sister sitting next to him, ah! Yes! It's Liang Yuzhu Liang, the lineage of Elder Liu, Dongzhulingshan!"

There were many private discussions downstairs, and some disciples of the Tiandan Immortal Sect bowed their fists to Ye Ling and Yuzhu in the Huang family, and smiled and said with apologies: "Senior Sister Liang! Is this junior brother also a disciple of Dongzhuling Mountain?"

Liang Yuzhu glared at them, snorted coldly, and ignored them at all.

Fortunately, they heard of this Senior Sister Liang, and they were famously domineering and domineering. Seeing that the Senior Sister was not happy, they didn't dare to ask again, but they were still flirting with each other, as if Ye Ling's bidding made the faces of these fellow brothers a lot.

The smile on Wu Ji Fu Shaozhu's face had long been frozen, and his tiger eyes stared at Ye Ling, who was sitting firmly in the wilderness, without saying anything for a long time.

Seeing this, the disciples of Tiandan Immortal Sect from the downstairs cheered: "Young Master Wu, didn't you say you wanted to accompany me to the end? Get the price up quickly!"

"Haha, Wu Ji Fuzhuang's business is very prosperous. Master Wu can't afford to get a spirit stone? Hehe, it seems that our fellow disciples from Tiandan Immortal Sect are better!"

They couldn't recognize Ye Ling and could not find out, so they had to ambiguously call their fellow senior brother.

The three female cultivators of the Youyue Immortal Sect, who had an ordinary appearance, never expected that this monk with a long-gown look of moon white satin, would be even more cruel than his unreasonable senior sister! They could only take 50,000 spirit stones at one time, which made them unable to accept it.

Mu Jinwei frowned and said suspiciously: "This kid really has 50,000 spirit stones? Impossible! Can he take it out?"

Chen Guirong didn't say anything, bit her red lips and pretty face, and kept watching the waiter sent by the Lord of Qibaozhai. When she was happily giving the Wind Demon Sword to the Huangzi Jiajian, she saw Ye Ling throwing him five crystal-toned top-grade spirit stones with her own eyes, and she was convinced.

Mu Jinwei frowned even more, and she snorted coldly: "Hmph! What's so great about the spirit stones? My cultivation is far inferior to me. Even if I fight with me with the Wind Demon Flying Sword, I will only lose."

The petite junior sister, but her face was full of admiration, sighed: "It would be great if I had so many spirit stones! Look at the two brothers and sisters. Although their cultivation is not as good as our sisters, they are generous and enviable."

Chen Guirong sneered: "As long as we assist Senior Sister Mu and kill this unruly woman in Lanyue Valley, her storage bag is not our sisters' belongs to us? If this kid dares to go, our gains will be even richer!"

"What a pity! The Immortal Sect has a sect rule. Blue Moon Valley prohibits foreign male cultivators from entering and leaving. Even if he comes, he doesn't have the courage to enter the valley. Alas, what's the sect rule? I'm looking forward to him coming."

The three girls sighed for a long time, complaining that the rules of the Youyue Immortal Sect blocked their wealth. They wished they could go over and talk to Ye Ling again and change the location of the appointment.

In the elegant and elegant style of the wild font, Ye Ling used his spiritual sense to sweep over the Wind Demon Sword that exuded the demonic aura, containing the lightness of wind and the power of thunder, which made Ye Ling love him.

Suddenly, Ye Ling's eyebrows singed, quickly put away the Fengmo Sword, and stared coldly at the owner of the dark eyes in the corner downstairs.

Ye Ling felt the fierce murderous intent from the eyes of the thin demon cultivator. When the two eyes collided, the murderous intent became stronger!
Chapter completed!