boom……

The huge palace fell on the hillside next to it. It was larger than the Shenzhuo Palace and the Shenzhuo Lower Courtyard combined. Moreover, all the palaces and pavilions were made of precious materials, resplendent and luxurious.

Song Zheng shook his clothes and called to his men: "Let's go. I have endured it all night yesterday. I don't want to endure it anymore today." Shi Zhonghe and Li walked over with a smile. Luo Zhirong came out of his room.

, seeing the Yunshang Jade Palace, which is the most popular in the world, his mouth opened wide and he didn’t know what kind of medicine Song Zheng was selling in the gourd: This is a slap in Lin Zhengu’s face.

In the Palace of Gods, Lin Zhengu had already sobered up. After all, he was a forced cultivator. Even if he was drunk with real spiritual wine, it wouldn't take long for him to wake up.

He looked out the window at the Yunshang Jade Palace on the mountainside that exuded infinite treasure flames. Of course, he could tell that it was a third-level spiritual treasure.

The level is not very high, and he can still make it with his level.

But he doesn't have such a treasure. Why? Because architectural treasures, especially palace-type treasures that are lined up in rows and rows, are very expensive to refine.

Don't underestimate this Yujing Palace. After taking out all the spiritual materials and precious materials, it can refine dozens of ordinary third-level spiritual treasures.

As a Lingbao Level 4 refiner, Lin Zhengu is naturally not short of money, but he has not yet had the luxury to reach this level. When he is promoted to Lingbao Level 5 or Level 6, he will easily be able to

It is possible to refine such a treasure.

When Song Zheng took this out, it really made him lose face. He was so vain. Shenzhuo Palace and Shenzhuo Lower Courtyard were also magnificent, but compared with Yunshang Yujing Palace, they were really just a few shabby rooms.

"Master?" A direct disciple came forward. Lin Zhengu thought for a while and waved his hand: "Don't pay attention to him, he is just a little guy who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth."

He walked back to the quiet room with his hands behind his back, and the light of the spiritual formation fell silently like a water curtain. When he was isolated from the outside world, his face suddenly sank, and he gritted his back molars: What did Luo Zhirong bring?

Man, if you don’t give me face, then don’t blame me!

He believed that with just a hint, others would cooperate with him in tomorrow's auction, and Song Zheng, who was flanked by the enemy, would get nothing.

However, he is just vain, not sick. Song Zheng has lost face to him, and he will not leave any face to Song Zheng tomorrow. This matter will end here, and it will not rise to the height of deep hatred.

…

At three o'clock in the morning, the main hall of Shenzhuo Palace has been cleaned, and the four corners of the hall are lit with incense from the beast stove. The smell of ancient sandalwood is refreshing and appeases the Yin God.

All parties who came to the auction gradually entered the venue, and the direct disciples welcomed visitors from all directions with smiles. On the booth in front, eight square pillars had been raised, covered with special red silk. Even the magical powers of cultivators were difficult to see through.

.

Noticing this number, the guests in the hall became excited.

At yesterday's Plum Garden Autumn Party, Lin Zhengu only brought out four works for everyone to observe and comment on. According to usual practice, today's auction should only have these four works.

But now there are two more items. Sure enough, Master Lin still has some good treasures hidden!

From the back of the hall, a direct disciple came in with a smile and raised his hands to the master: "Master, you are so amazing. Listen to their excited discussions, you can hear them here."

Lin Zhengu stroked his beard contentedly, but still made a modest gesture on the surface: "It's all because of everyone's love."

It was almost time, and Lin Zhengu was ready to go out. Before getting up, he asked: "Is Song Zheng here?"

"Disciple, go out and take a look." He slipped out and took a look in the corner. Song Zheng hadn't come yet! Lin Zhengu was dissatisfied when he heard about it and felt that this kid must have done it on purpose.

He waved his hand: "Don't wait for him, don't rush him, come or not, we'll start when the time is up."

"yes."

Lin Zhengu felt that Song Zheng was completely desperate, so after earning a little face last night, he simply gave up today.

Although he wouldn't be able to regain the face he lost in the night breeze without Song Zheng, it would be nice not to have this ignorant guy standing around.

He straightened his robes and walked into the hall.

Suddenly there was a sound of greetings and salutes. Lin Zhengu was immersed in the flood of flattery and praise. He waved around constantly and walked to the Taishi chair in the center of the hall and sat down.

His eldest disciple, Zhao Qianhe, who was over seventy years old but stood face to face, stood outside his left hand and sang loudly: "The bidding for the Meiyuan Autumn Fair begins now!"

Lin Zhengu stood up and raised his hands to the surroundings: "Thanks to everyone's support in the past few years, I have obtained a few more treasures. This honor is also given by everyone. I can't repay it. This time I took out six refined treasures."

Whichever one you like, please give me your support."

What he said was always very polite, and at least he did enough to save face. Naturally, the people below him immediately joined in and praised him: "Master Lin is so open-minded."

The guests' eyes were shining brightly, staring at the treasures under the six pieces of red silk. Everyone seemed impatient and tried to be patient. Lin Zhengu saw that the fire was almost done and there was no need to delay it any longer. He opened his arms and said: "

So, let’s start today’s bidding. Zhao Qianhe, let’s show you the first treasure.”

"Yes, Master."

He walked towards the first stone pillar, and the guests below subconsciously stretched their necks. Zhao Qianhe had already raised his hand when he reached him, but paused for a moment. Everyone felt like a kitten was scratching their hearts, and they were so impatient that they almost scolded them.

come out.

Zhao Qianhe smiled slightly and gently pulled the red silk down.

call

The spirituality covered by the special red silk also burst out, almost visible to the naked eye, sweeping across the entire hall.

Everyone took a breath: This is an important treasure that did not appear yesterday, a fourth-level spiritual treasure!

Isn’t this what everyone expected?

Zhao Qianhe introduced: "Master's work, the fourth-level spiritual treasure Eight Directions Dragon Fire Bell. It is made of one thousand, six hundred and forty-two kinds of precious materials and the exquisite combination of spiritual materials. It contains seventeen high-level spiritual formations.

, contains nine strands of dragon fire, which work together endlessly. It is an extremely rare treasure that can be attacked or defended. When the bell falls, the divine fire spurts out, covering the target and refining it instantly!"

Everyone nodded repeatedly. Zhao Qianhe turned around and glanced at his master. After getting the signal, he said: "You can come forward and watch from a close distance."

Before he finished speaking, there was a roar and everyone crowded forward. Everyone lost the calmness and etiquette of the monks, jostled for position, and tried to get closer.

“Wonderful!”

"A unique idea! The refining technique is very delicate, and only Master Lin can control it like this."

"Master Lin now bears the dignity of my Hongwu trainer alone!"

They watched closely and felt the real feeling. They felt more and more like they were standing high on the mountain. The master is the master and his moves are extraordinary. This eight-way dragon fire bell integrates offense and defense with extraordinary power, and the cooperation of the nine kinds of dragon fire is very clever, allowing the refining to

His ability reached its peak.

It can be said that among the fourth-level spiritual treasures, this Bafanglong Fire Bell is also an extremely outstanding work.

Suddenly a lazy voice sounded: "Master Lin is so open-minded, he must be able to withstand criticism from others, right?"

The voices in the hall fell silent for a moment, and everyone turned around. As expected, Song Zheng and his party walked in leisurely, with Luo Zhirong accompanying them behind, with a look of helplessness on their faces.

Lin Zhengu sat on the Grand Master's chair directly in front of the hall and said calmly: "I am only at the level of a fourth-level spiritual treasure. There are many people in this world who can give me advice. It is not that I cannot listen to your opinions, but if you say

No, I have some status, so I am definitely going to lose my temper."

The guests around him nodded secretly. Lin Zhengu was soft and hard at the same time. (Did something strange get mixed in?) But it was in line with the "open-minded" image he had always shown, and made Song Zheng fearful.

, warning him that if he acts nonsense, he will not blame himself for being rude.

Song Zheng walked to the Eight Directions Dragon Fire Bell, and everyone automatically made way for a passage. He stepped forward to watch. The monks around him suddenly had a strange feeling. Master Song's eyes suddenly became dark, and there was something there when he looked at them.

The profound feeling of looking up at the sea of ​​stars.

Lin Zhengu glanced here in surprise. As a fourth-level spiritual treasure refining master, he needed to carve spiritual formations into the spiritual treasures, so the Yin Shen was powerful, although he had not yet reached Song Zheng's "Heavenly Secret Sense".

level, but not much worse. Song Zheng used the power of Yin Shen, and he immediately sensed stress.

At this time, he felt somewhat similar to what Luo Qingwei had felt before: he was so powerful! In comparison, his proud Yin Shen paled in comparison.

He didn't think highly of Song Zheng before. After all, he was a man who once despised the late emperor. How could the officials of Hongwu be more powerful than the emperor? He was far away in the mountains and didn't know much about the rumors in the world. To this

Mr. Song lacked understanding and took it for granted that he was a second-generation man from a good family background who could hold a high position at a young age.

In fact, people who have never heard rumors about Song Zheng will inevitably think so when they meet him for the first time.

No one, no matter how dissolute he was when he was young, will not be willing to admit that others can achieve achievements far beyond his own age.

But at this time, he was surprised. At such a young age, there could be such a powerful Yin Shen. Could it be that some old monster was reincarnated as a Yin Shen and rebuilt it?

He looked at it for a moment and shook his head secretly. Song Zheng's Yin Shen was powerful, but it didn't have the "ancient" feeling after reincarnation. This was the Yin Shen's temperament that couldn't be concealed.

However, although he valued Song Zheng, as a master of refinement, he still had full confidence in himself. Even if he searched all over Hongwu, there might not be anyone who could surpass him in refinement.

His face was cold and solemn, and he waited for Song Zheng to speak, then used his powerful forging knowledge and experience to scold him severely. The former emperor couldn't do anything to me, you are just an inspector from the six states in the south of the Yangtze River, what can you do to me?
Chapter completed!