Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 122 The Ten Building Foundations Arrive
After swallowing the Yanhun spring water, Chen Ping let out a muffled snort.

This spring is colorless and odorless, as light as ice water.

The ecstasy-like comfort it can bring is not much better than a realm breakthrough.

In an instant, the soul in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly surged in a circle.

The limit distance cast by the divine consciousness has reached 550 feet!
Compared with the six hundred feet of ordinary monks in the middle stage of foundation establishment, it is only a little weaker.

"Stinky boy, it's too rampant!"

Seeing Chen Ping drink up the water from Yanhun spring on the spot, Song Sheng's eyes were burning, and his withered face twitched unconsciously.

He doesn't need this thing, but his most favored concubine hasn't swallowed it yet.

Before coming to Fangshi, he had made a strong promise that he would decide to get this spring, and he made a red face smile.

How did he know that a qi cultivator cut off his beard.

Thinking of the concubine's sullen look after returning empty-handed, Song Sheng couldn't help being angry.

"Hei Shuo, remember this kid's aura firmly!"

Song Sheng's face was gloomy and cold, and he opened the spirit beast bag, only to see a giant scaleless python sticking out its head and spitting snake letters into the air.

Then, a wisp of red smoke as thin as a hair was sucked into its nostrils.

"sizzle"

The giant python wagged its tail triumphantly.

"here you go!"

Song Sheng chattered and laughed, grabbed a piece of dried monster meat, and threw it to the python.

Although the Fengfeng python he raised is only first-order, it has a particularly keen sense of smell.

Within a hundred miles, the breath of life captured by it can never get rid of the pursuit.

He didn't dare to do anything in the city, but he didn't believe that this brat would hide in Jinrui City for the rest of his life.

"hey-hey."

Sensing Song Sheng's vague gaze, Chen Ping sneered inwardly, and then closed his eyes calmly.

……

In the next day, all the remaining 39 ordinary auction items were sold.

"It's just an auction. Did the Jin family spend so much money?"

Looking at the center of the pool, Chen Ping had a strange expression on his face.

After the ordinary auction ended, the Jin family did not immediately hold the finale auction, but instead invited Xie Wanyi to the stage.

Moreover, the attendants also distributed a plate of crispy and soft spiritual food to each of them.

These pieces of purple potato cakes contain a little spiritual power, so the value should not be low.

Although he felt something was wrong, Chen Ping didn't go into it.

The monks currently sitting in the Qianxiu Palace represent hundreds of forces, large and small. He doesn't believe that the Jin family dares to think anything.

……

At the end of the corridor on the second floor, there is a large box on the left.

The entire box is wrapped in two layers of shields that shimmer with silver light.

A group of solemn-looking monks gathered around a round table, talking in low voices.

Seven men and three women, all with a blood-red "gold" tattooed on the cuffs of their Taoist robes.

Those who embroider red "gold" are the elders of the family.

In other words, right now there are ten Foundation Establishment monks from the Jin clan gathered here!
Including Jin Wufang, who was the auctioneer, and Jin Bihan, who was in the apse, were all listed.

This seemed extremely strange.

There are only twelve foundation builders in the Jin family.

Doesn't a large family need high-level power to protect such core places as Zangbao Pavilion and Ancestral Hall?
"Second brother, is there any news from the ancestor?"

Jin Wufang looked at the cultivator seated first, and said expectantly.

"Not yet, let's delay it for a while."

The one who answered his words was an old man with white hair and a childlike face, it was Jin Siheng, the second elder of the Jin clan who had appeared to warn Song Sheng before.

"There are only six finale auction items, and we can delay it for another two days at most!"

A middle-aged man with a square face said.

He is Jin Liangji, the third elder of the family, who cultivated in the late foundation establishment period.

"According to the plan we made, no matter whether the ancestor is successful or not, the Qiuxian League and the Zhaixing Pavilion will be removed at the same time. The difference lies in the method used."

"Cut the weeds and eradicate the roots or just kill the evil ones, the benefits are very different."

Jin Siheng patted the chair handle on one side, and said in a gloomy tone.

"The ancestor's swordsmanship is superb, and it is rare to meet an opponent at the same level. It should be safe, not to mention the great elder who followed the ancestor."

Mentioning the Great Elder Jin Qizhong, a hint of sadness appeared in the pupils of Jin Liangji and the others.

"Before the Great Elder left, he had already cultivated to become a piercing needle. For the expansion of the family's hegemony, he sacrificed himself without fear of death."

"He is worthy of our eternal memory. One day, our Jin family will attack the Broken Star Gate, and we will enshrine the tablet of the Great Elder at the highest place in this sect."

Jin Siheng gritted his teeth and said firmly.

"Gong Lingshan from Zhaixing Pavilion brought two Foundation Establishment cultivators over to participate in the auction, as well as the Qiuxian League, headed by Mu Yili, there are six Foundation Establishment cultivators in total."

The atmosphere froze for a while before a monk with a black crown said seriously.

He is Jin Tianhao, the fifth elder, and the grandfather of Jin Chen, the treasurer of Quanyuan Fudi.

"That's all for Mu Yi. Although it is in the realm of Dzogchen, the combat power of alchemists has always been slightly lower than that of the same level. Tianhao and I are enough to fight against it."

Jin Liangji knocked on the table, and continued: "The hardest one to deal with is Gong Lingshan. She majors in Tiansu Yunshui Jue, which is a mysterious skill. I am afraid that only the second brother can barely block her."

"Gong Lingshan is under my control. You two, Liangji and Tianhao, will deal with Mu Yiyi. The rest of you will first kill his minions with all your strength, and finally come together to kill the enemy's leader."

Jin Siheng made a final decision without thinking.

"Okay! Just listen to the second brother."

After a pause, Jin Tianhao said with a serious expression: "There is another key variable, we have to take it into consideration."

"Except for the Jinrui family, there are more than 20 foundation-building monks from the Wang family, Zou family, Liu family, and several outer islands in the Qianxiu Hall."

"Although these forces usually bow down to our Jin family, the Broken Star Gate has suppressed the surrounding seas for thousands of years, and their power is still strong."

"If Gong Lingshan is bewitching, who can guarantee that they won't turn against each other?"

Jin Siheng narrowed his eyes, and agreed: "So, we still have to delay as much as possible. If Gong Sihai falls, there will only be one Yuandan Realm cultivator left in the Broken Star Sect."

"At that time, with the supernatural powers of the ancestors, it will be no problem to shock those fools."

"My side, it's almost done, let's go down and host the finale auction, Gong Lingshan is as smart as a fox, don't let her see the flaws."

"Yes, brother."

Jin Wufang nodded and walked downstairs with a bright smile from the heart on his face.

This time, the family declared war on the Broken Star Gate. In order to prevent leakage of secrets, his Taoist companion had been imprisoned in a water prison by the order of the ancestor Jin Zhaoheng in advance.

Over the years, he has endured enough of that woman's dominance.

Once this matter is over, he plans to drive this Taoist couple from Broken Star Sect out of Jinrui Island, and then he can marry Li Miaoqi.

"Beautiful body, day and night, endless enjoyment. Miaoqi, wait for me."

Jin Wufang chanted repeatedly, stepped forward with one step, and flew onto the stage.

"Sorry for keeping fellow daoists waiting for a long time. All [-] common auction items have been sold just now, and the finale auction is about to begin."

Jin Wufang clapped his hands, and then flew out from the box on the second floor two monks who established the foundation.

　Sorry, it's too late!
　
(End of this chapter)