463 Trying to avenge your shame!

Manager Jiang was very welcoming and using this precious spiritual tea to treat guests, and of course everyone was disrespectful.

Ye Qin picked up the jade rhinoceros horn cup and tasted it. A powerful spiritual energy instantly flowed into his limbs and bones. Soon, his whole body was slightly warm, and the magic power in his body continued to surge out, extremely abundant.

Ye Qin couldn't help but exclaim, "It's indeed a good tea!" He rarely drinks spiritual tea and can't tell why he tastes it. However, this spiritual tea has extremely fast recovery speed and is surging. It is definitely the best ninth-level spiritual tea. It is not inferior to the ninth-level spiritual wine "Chixia Spiritual Pulse" he brewed.

Huangfu Binger brushed the cup with one hand, lifted up half of the veil, took a sip, her wonderful eyes shining, and obviously she was very satisfied with the taste of Lingcha.

Bai Xiu'er picked up a cup, turned her eyes to Ye Qin and Huangfu Binger, looked confused, and then swallowed it in one bite, wondering in her heart that there was no feeling of this tea.

For her, drinking the best ninth-level spiritual tea is no different from wasting natural resources.

Chen Bao carefully picked up a jade cup, drank it all, and his mouth was ***. What happened, he was still unsatisfied. He sighed in his heart, "This time he came to the auction with Uncle Ye. As expected, he had accumulated a lot. He could actually taste the best ninth-level spiritual tea specially for the ancestor of the Nascent Soul! Among the foundation-building monks, this is the first one, and few of them can compete with us!" He tasted not tea, but the extremely noble enjoyment.

Yan Xuan turned her jade cups with both hands. At this time, she was thinking about buying the golden elixir, but she had no intention of tasting tea. After drinking it, she didn't know the taste.

I have drunk spiritual tea, so it’s time to talk about the serious matters.

Ye Qin put down the Jade Rhino Horn Cup and smiled, "Manager Jiang, I have a ninth-level spiritual pill here, which needs to be auctioned. Please ask the elixir appraiser of Guige to find out the quality of the spiritual pill and set the auction price."

A ninth-level spiritual pill as big as a thumb appeared in his right palm.

Ye Qin has no spirit stones on his body. He wants to buy things at this auction. Only by selling some of the high-level spirit elixirs refined for decades to improve alchemy skills and returning some spirit stones can he participate in the auction.

"Nine-level spiritual pill?"

Manager Jiang was surprised and took the great spiritual pill with spiritual energy overflowing.

The ninth-level spiritual pill is a spiritual pill that only cultivators in the late stage of the Golden Pill stage can take. He is in the middle stage of the Golden Pill stage and only takes the eighth-level spiritual pill at most. He has never taken this ninth-level spiritual pill.

However, Manager Jiang could feel that the quality of this elixir should be good just by looking at the spiritual power contained in this elixir. Only by asking the most qualified elixir master to come over can the quality of this elixir and the appropriate auction price be determined.

"Elder Ye waited, I will use this spiritual pill to ask the alchemy master in the pavilion to identify it!"

Manager Jiang went out to a luxurious private room to ask the alchemy masters in the Tiandao Pavilion to taste the alchemy.

Tiandao Pavilion Auction Hall.

A group of dozens of gorgeously dressed monks and monks, holding a stunning woman into the hall like stars holding the moon.

Just looking at these golden elixir monks who were all wearing Tang Palace monks' uniforms, we knew that they were all golden elixir monks who went to Tang Xian Palace. The man was heroic and the woman was handsome, and she looked around and was full of style.

Only the stunning woman in the middle, who was completely different from the costumes of other monks, was wearing the monk's uniforms of the Wunuer Immortal Palace.

A middle-aged man among the monks in Shangtang Palace saw Manager Jiang leading five Jindan monks into the luxury private room from a distance, and soon saw Manager Jiang come out of the luxury private room again.

The middle-aged man was puzzled and immediately called Manager Jiang and asked in surprise, "Manager Jiang, can Jindan monk also book a luxury private room? Let's arrange one for us."

Manager Jiang heard someone calling him, and stopped to see that it was a group of Jindan monks who went to Tang Palace. He recognized the middle-aged man who had done trading transactions several years ago.

"Oh, it turns out that it is fellow Taoist Duran. I haven't seen each other for several years and my cultivation has improved a lot. It's a great congratulation! I can arrange seats and license plates for you in the hall, but fellow Taoist Du wants to book a luxury private room, which is probably not OK, it violates the regulations of my Shang Pavilion!"

Manager Jiang quickly glanced over the dozens of monks, and saw the stunning woman among them, and was slightly shocked and had a gorgeous appearance. He shook his head apologetically.

"Why can't it be? Didn't the Jindan monks in front enter the luxury private room? Why, are they more precious than our group of people?"

The middle-aged man named Du Ran glared at him and was very dissatisfied.

"The Golden Pill Cultivators you mentioned are the leader of Elder Ye from the Purple Sword Palace."

Manager Jiang was not angry, smiled kindly, and said slowly, "Fellow Daoist Du must also know that my Tiandao Pavilion has extremely strict rules. Only the luxury private rooms are qualified to enter by the Nascent Soul Ancestor. Although Elder Ye is not the Nascent Soul Ancestor, he is an elder of an immortal palace and can receive them in half a square according to the specifications of the Nascent Soul Ancestor. Elder Ye can book a luxury private rooms. You are neither Nascent Soul cultivators nor any other cultivators with respect for the status of the Palace Master, and you cannot book a luxury private rooms."

"Purple Sword Palace, Elder Ye!?" "It's him?" "Qingliang, didn't he have had a grudge with this person before?" "So coincidentally, he actually bumped into a boy named Ye here!"

These golden elixir monks from Shangtang Palace looked surprised and even showed anger.

Especially among this group of monks, a handsome and handsome man turned blue at this time, and he was very embarrassed and clenched his fists. He was not someone else, but a monk from Shangtang Palace, Du Qingliang, who had once suffered a crushing defeat under Ye Qin in public.

In just thirty years, he has cultivated from the second level of the Golden Elixir stage to the fourth level of the Golden Elixir stage. Such cultivation speed is also excellent and is rare among the Golden Elixir cultivators in Shangtang Palace.

"That's Elder Ye. He has the qualification to pack a luxurious private room. Unless it is the Lord of Shangtang Palace, the elder, and a certain Nascent Soul Ancestor, you will be helpless. If you have nothing else, you will say goodbye first."

Manager Jiang said goodbye with a smile on his face.

He had heard that thirty years ago, the ancestor Hongmo and his disciples fought with the Purple Sword Palace. Du Qingliang fought against Elder Ye Qin alone, but ended up embarrassing. He didn't want to get involved in the grudge between the Purple Sword Palace and the monks of Shangtang Palace, so he hurriedly left to identify the quality of the ninth-level spiritual pill for Ye Qin.

The remaining group of Jindan monks from Shangtang Palace were facing each other, and their anger was smoked from their seven orifices, and their anger could not be vented.

More than a dozen of them had personally participated in the incident that year, and they still remember that thirty years ago, the duel made them lose face and feel ashamed of humiliation.

They did not blame Du Qingliang for being incompetent, but they resented Ye Qin's subordinates for being so cruel. They defeated them with one sword and did not leave them mercy. This directly led to the fact that the monks of Shangtang Palace could not raise their heads whenever they saw the monks of Zijian Palace.

"The boy named Ye has been in seclusion for the past 30 years and has not been able to retreat. We have never found a chance to beat him once and regain his face. This time we finally met, we can't just let it go! We must fight him and get back the lost face."

"Provocation and fighting are prohibited in the Tiandao Pavilion. How can we fight with him?"

"Since the man surnamed Ye comes here to participate in the auction, we will compete with him for financial resources and suppress him. It is just right to take this opportunity to make his face in public! Let the monks know that the monks in the Tang Palace are not soft persimmons. Whoever messes with us, we want him to look good!"

"But... he served as the elder of the Zijian Palace and has been in charge of the "battle order" of the Zijian Palace for thirty years. Over the past thirty years, the accumulated financial resources may be extraordinary. Have we ever fought against him?" Some monks in Shangtang Palace hesitated.

"What are you afraid of? Even if he becomes the elder of the Purple Sword Palace and is desperate to make money, he can still have stronger financial resources than our group of thirty or forty Jindan monks in Shangtang Palace?! The wealth we thirty or forty Jindan monks earned over the past thirty years is enough to crush him to death."

"Yes, that's all. Ye in the luxury box No. 9 box, he got the No. 9 auction license plate. After that, as long as he bids for anything he wants to buy, we will pay a higher price to grab it, sweep his face and exclaim this anger."

These male and female monks of the Golden Pill in Shangtang Palace quickly discussed a countermeasure. Finally, the monks of the Shangtang Palace looked at Du Qingliang. After all, Du Qingliang was the one who suffered a heavy blow last time. "Qingliang, what do you think?"

Du Qingliang's face changed, he clenched his fists and pondered for a long time. Finally, his fists relaxed, calmed down, and shook his head. "Forget it. You don't have to hurry to take revenge. I appreciate the feelings of all brothers. Today we came to this Tiandao Pavilion to buy some top-grade magic weapons and magic weapons, and prepare to go to the dangerous sea of ​​blood to experience. We are not here to fight, and we don't have to spend a lot of money to fight with the Ye man. If we miss the training of the sea of ​​blood, our ancestors may have to punish again. I am punished for the small matters, and it will cause great trouble to affect everyone. Let's talk about the matter of revenge in the future."

When the Jindan monks of the Shangtang Palace thought of the severe punishment of the ancestor Hongmo, they felt a little relieved. Besides, the Blood Sea was extremely dangerous and there were not many magic weapons and weapons that could be used to survive in that place.

When everyone thought of this, they fell silent and stopped insisting.

Among these monks, the stunning woman from Wunuer Immortal Palace smiled slightly, "Brother Qingliang is so tolerant for the sake of the overall situation, and the little girl admires her. However, others do not know how tolerant her, but they think that a group of Jindan monks in Shangtang Palace are afraid of a Jindan elder in Zijian Palace. It is probably extremely unfavorable to Shangtang Palace's reputation."

When the monks of Jindan of the Tang Palace heard this, they were extremely embarrassed. Even if they had good patience, they were ridiculed and ridiculed by other monks in the Immortal Palace, and could not bear the sin.

"Oh, isn't this Brother Du? I just saw Elder Ye enter. Why? Brother Du planned to swallow his anger and write off his previous grudges? Last time he failed to challenge and was punished by the ancestor Hongmo for ten years. He finally released his courage and became less courageous."

In the auction hall, a man with a gentle face and a wicked smile on his lips, shaking a fan artifact in his hand, and said sarcastically, leading a group of golden elixir monks to come to Du Qingliang and others Shangtang Palace monks.

"Wanluo Palace, the young palace lord Wang Shiwei!"

The Jindan monks who went up to Tang Palace suddenly became nervous and became nervous.

When two groups of nearly a hundred golden elixir monks from Shangtang Palace and Wanluo Palace met, their eyes could almost collide with sparks, filled with gunpowder. Even the monks passing by around avoided them. If it weren't for the Tiandao Pavilion, there might be some fierce conflicts between them.

"It's not your business! I will settle the account."

Du Qingliang said coldly.

Shangtang Palace and Wanluo Palace have a bad relationship, so there is no need to be polite when speaking.

"Brother Du is indeed courageous. He can even bear it when he sees his enemies who have humiliated him in the past. If it were me, he would avenge the revenge on the spot. If you want to borrow this auction and embarrass Elder Ye once, I, the monk of Wanluo Palace, will never stop me."

Wan Shi Wei Xiao was so dangerous that he closed the fan with a "slap" and said, "If Brother Du's spirit stone is not enough, I can borrow a lot of money to help you. No matter what, the Ye surnamed Ye has been so popular recently that he has surpassed the direct monks of the four major immortal palaces in our northern islands. It is time to suppress them. Fairy Meng Ling, you are the stunning golden elixir monk of the Wunuer Immortal Palace with unparalleled talent, and the young palace master of Wunuer Palace. He is rich and unspeakable. Have you also given a spirit stone to help Brother Qingliang?"

He suddenly asked the stunning woman among the monks of Tang Palace and quite playful.

"Of course, in the northern islands, we have always been the direct monks of Baifu, Zijian, Shangtang, Wanluo, and Wunuer, the major immortal palaces, who are the only ones, are the only ones. When will it be a monk from a casual cultivator who is a scattered monk standing above our heads? I also gave a spirit stone to help Brother Qingliang to help the 'Little Elder Ye' understand that these northern islands are the territory of our direct disciples of the immortal palace. He would better stick to his own mind and put away his raised tail!"

Meng Ling smiled faintly.

"Since that's the case, then thank you Brother Wan, Fairy Meng Ling!"

Du Qingliang repeated his measurements in his heart, and agreed in a deep voice, with a gloomy face on his face.

Although he knew that Wang Shiwei was trying to fight with Elder Ye of the Zijian Palace and deepened his grudges, he had to do this.

They were sure to take more than 100 golden elixir monks from the three major immortal palaces of Tang, Wanluo and Wunuer, and took out a large spiritual stone to hit the face of a golden elixir elder in the Purple Sword Palace.

Even if a large spiritual stone is lost, it will be shared by the Jindan monks in the Wanluo Palace and the Wunuer Palace. If they can regain their faces for Shangtang Palace this time, the ancestor Hongmo should be very happy and will not be punished.

If he missed this opportunity, next time, he didn't know when he would encounter the opportunity to take revenge. Maybe it would take decades or hundreds of years later. He would be unbearable to let him continue to bear the shame for decades or hundreds of years.

"Okay, Brother Qingliang is really happy. Fairy Meng Ling, say goodbye. I'll see how you deal with that 'Little Elder Ye', haha! Interesting, interesting!"
Chapter completed!