Zongwu: Give you a chance and get a 10,000 times critical hit return!

No matter what, he, Yue Buqun, will participate in the next auction!

But until then.

He also had to find a way to pay back the 300,000 taels owed to the Duke Jingguo's Mansion, otherwise the Huashan Sect would be gone.

In addition to the debt owed by the Duke of Jingguo's Mansion, part of the 300,000 taels that he and Ning Zhongze brought was borrowed.

I don't know, I was taken aback.

Yue Buqun already owes nearly four hundred thousand taels of debt. Can he not figure out how to make the money?

"Hello, Lao Cai? Where's Lao Cai?"

There were shouts outside.

Lao Denuo said: "Master, a guest is coming!"

Yue Buqun came back to his senses and said, "Go out and greet them first."

"Yes!"

When Laudeno came outside, he saw a handsome young man and several bodyguards. They pulled out a bench and sat down at the table.

Isn’t he the son of the Fuwei Escort Agency?

A strange look flashed in Lao Denuo's eyes, and he coughed and said, "Sir, please sit down. Would you like a drink?"

"If you don't drink alcohol, do you still drink tea?"

"First, get three catties of Bamboo Leaf Green. Where's Lao Cai? What's going on? Has the hotel changed its owner?"

When Yue Buqun was thinking about how to promote "The Manual of the Sword of Exorcism" and make a lot of money, Zuo Lengchan had already started to take action.

Left the port.

Zuo Lengchan and his group headed straight for Southern Shaolin.

They returned one day later than Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze.

But Zuo Lengchan already had a plan in the Treasure Pavilion, and he continued to improve it on his way back, and his goal was quite clear.

He, Zuo Lengchan, wanted to be a middleman.

"Abbot, how is this [Xiao Huan Dan]? It's much better than the ones in your Shaolin Temple, right?"

"I'll give you a special price of 1,200 taels per pill. How about that?"

Monks from Southern Shaolin.

Everyone's faces were confused.

【Xiao Huan Dan】, isn’t it the patent of Shaolin Temple?

When do you need someone to come to your door to sell?

but.

This [Xiao Huan Dan] is really good.

It looks better than the one sent by the previous sect.

But where did Zuo Lengchan get the [Little Huandan]? Could he have used it to destroy Northern Shaolin?

It shouldn’t be!

Northern Shaolin, and there is also Master Fang Zheng!

"Everyone, you don't trust me, Zuo Lengchan, do you?"

"How could I, the head of Songshan Sect, sell fake medicine?"

"This medicine is genuine!"

"Come on, besides the [Xiao Huan Dan], there are other products, the price is cheap and fair, don't miss it!"

Zuo Lengchan walked out of Southern Shaolin Temple with the banknotes in his pocket. He turned around and smiled, saying, "Monks, you are really rich!"

With this one store alone, he has earned back one third of the profit.

With this money.

At the next auction, if there is a heavenly secret manual, he will be able to compete for it.

Zuo Lengchan originally felt that.

The "Ice Qi" that I practiced was already extremely rare.

It can compete with the "Star Absorbing Technique".

But after seeing the magical skills in the Treasure Pavilion and knowing that there were heavenly secret manuals being auctioned, he became unsatisfied.

If he, Zuo Lengchan, had magical skills and magic pills in his hands, would he be innate?

Do not!

He wants to be the first grandmaster of the Five Mountains Kingdom!

Blackwood Cliff!

The headquarters of the Sun and Moon Sect!

"What? You mortgaged Blackwood Cliff?"

Dongfang Bubai looked at Xiang Wentian and Ren Yingying and spat out a mouthful of tea, with question marks all over his forehead.

Are you going out for a while and selling my house?

"You guys are not that bad, are you?"

Dongfang Bubai just felt a chill from the air.

You are sitting at home and debts come from the sky?

Nima!

"Master, we are not a loser!"

Xiang Wentian and Ren Yingying placed the purchased pills on the table and explained the situation of the Treasure Pavilion one by one.

Dongfang Bubai's expression changed from anger, to surprise, to solemnity, to silence, and he looked at the two of them with sharp eyes.

"Yue Buqun and Zuo Lengchan also bought a batch of elixirs?"

"Not bad!"

Xiang Wentian looked calm 0 ....

"Zuo Lengchan, has entered the Xiantian realm?"

Ren Yingying said solemnly: "I saw it with my own eyes!"

"The Treasure Pavilion is still selling the "Sword Manual of Exorcism"? Is there any news about the "Sunflower Manual" in Nanzhao, a vassal state of the Song Dynasty?"

"That's absolutely not a lie!"

Dongfang Bubai frowned.

She stood up, her bright red dress trailing on the ground, and paced back and forth, revealing her bare feet.

A silence.

She suddenly turned around and said, "Yang Lianting, prepare a boat for me. Whether it is true or not, I want to go to the Song Dynasty in person to take a look!"

"Yes!"

A handsome man bowed and walked out.

Xiang Wentian coughed lightly and said, "Master, if the mortgaged money is not repaid within a month, the interest will be quite high!"

"Yes, Sister Leader, the Jingguo Mansion is very powerful, with several Grandmasters and twenty to thirty innate masters!"

Ren Yingying said: "If we default on our debt, we will be in trouble!"

Dongfang Bubai was speechless.

You know it's going to cause trouble, but you still go and get involved?

Looking for trouble?

She raised her bare hands, picked up a medicine bottle, opened the stopper, and sniffed the fragrance of the medicine.

"You can sell it to the people in the gang and collect the money to pay it back!"

The influence of the Treasure Pavilion Auction is spreading outward along with the participants returning to the Nine Provinces and Hundred Countries.

The changes in the Five Mountains Kingdom are just one part of it.

The Ming Dynasty!

Wanmei Villa!

Among the blooming snow plums.

A man stood tall, and seemed to have merged into one with the plum garden, the world, and the snow plums.

As white as snow.

The sword's edge is as pale as snow.

A pale profile like snow.

As pale as snow.

Like a sculpture that has stood there since time immemorial.

He is Ximen Chuxue.

The four best swordsmen of the Ming Dynasty.

Very light footsteps, falling as the plum blossoms fall.

Groan!

In the silence, there was a sudden sound of a sword. No light or movement of the sword was seen, but the falling plum blossom was split into two halves.

Then, two fingers pinched the two halves of the plum blossom.

"I'm a little curious, can you hold my sword with two fingers!" Ximen Chuxue turned around and said.