MTL - The Path Toward Heaven-v2 Chapter 6 Do you want to die?

管 The steward looked up at the sound, and found that it was a room on the eighth floor. After a little thought, I knew which sect it was.

According to Baoshuju's rules, he could not identify the other party and smiled and said, "Why did a friend say this?"

The cold voice said: "Must say more, fix the borneol, we must take it, and hurry up and start the auction."

管 The supervisor heard a slight anger, forced himself to calm down, and said gently, "All are fellow fellows, why are they so aggressive?"

The man sneered and said, "What's wrong with acting on the rules?"

管 The steward narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that it was the trouble, and said slightly coldly: "You should know that this is Chaonan City."

"Of course I know it's South City."

The man in the room on the eighth floor mocked and said, "Why don't you just tell the name of Qingshan Sect?"

管 The steward said coldly, "What's the matter? Don't you dare to disrespect Qingshan!"

当然 "Of course I do n’t dare, but you think Qingshan Sect will control you now? I would like to know that your Baoshuju is still so arrogant now, where is the confidence coming from!"

The man sneered.

When the matter changed, he finally knew why the other party dared to be so arrogant.

Twenty years ago, Qingshan Bihu Peak turned into a sky ... Baoshuju lost its biggest backer, but how did the other party know?

"When it comes to arrogance, where can you compare to all three of you, come to our Nanhezhou, and dare to grab something from Guocheng Temple?"

No matter what the rules were, the smirk nodded, and sneered to point out the origin of the other party.

If the people of the Sandu School still insist on the Dingshen Borneol, let them go to Guocheng Temple.

Hearing the name of the Sandu faction, there was a sound of argument in the building.

The Sandu School is a western sword school. Its reputation is not very loud, but because it is a vassal of the Kunlun School, no one wants to provoke it.

The window in that room was pushed open. A cold-looking middle-aged man stood in front of the window, looked at the steward downstairs and sneered, and then looked at the old monk of Guocheng Temple and said, "The master of obituary is not what the school wanted Opposing the Guisi, but I sent the young master who was seriously ill and needed to be treated with borneol. I really couldn't give in. "

中 This middle-aged man is not polite to Baoshuju, but he is quite respectful to Guocheng Temple.

Listening to this, many people are a little puzzled. Dingshen Borneol is not really a rare elixir. It just happened that the ghosts had recently appeared in the south city. The people were scared and sick, and Guocheng Temple would come forward in person. The Sandu faction is a vassal of the Kunlun faction, and the Kunlun faction is closely related to the Zhenbei Shenjun. If the head of the Sandul faction is seriously ill, how can it not get this medicine?

Middle-aged people knew what everyone was thinking, and said, "The little master came to Nanhezhou to play, but unfortunately he was poisoned in Yingcheng ..."

The noise came again, and everyone seemed to know what the flower poison was from.

If it is really the cruel and wicked female congregation, the young master of the three capitals is indeed pitiful.

Flower poison will not cause death, but it will be very irritating and extremely uncomfortable, but if you have perseverance, you can improve for yourself after ten days of suffering.

The question is, how could the people of the Sandu School watch their own lords suffer such inhuman torture?

"Ding Shen Borneol, we must take it away. As for the mortals in Chaonan City ... they can only be considered bad luck."

说道 said the middle-aged man.

I heard that, there was not much opposition in the building. A kind heart should be there, but in the eyes of a practitioner, the lives of mortals are really nothing, especially when the object of comparison is themselves.

自然 The old monk of Guocheng Temple naturally disagreed with this statement, but he was a bit uncomfortable, just shook his head and sighed.

In the room on the seventh floor, Zhao Layue didn't understand, and asked, "Why aren't you afraid of Guocheng Temple?"

"The monk has a good temper," Kusui said.

This is the style of Guocheng Temple, or the word of mouth formed in the practice world for countless years.

Of course, this is also in the south of the city, the dynasty inland, placed in the north, who dares to have a little disrespect for Guocheng Temple? If the Sanduists dare to grab medicines from Guocheng Temple, they will be torn to pieces by the angry people on the spot. It is impossible for Fengdaojiao to give up, saying that they will not go directly to Kunlun.

Although the practitioners in the building acquiesced in the saying that the middle-aged people of the Sandu school, this is after all a south-facing city. The monks of Guocheng Temple need drugs to treat the patients. At the beginning of the auction, there were a lot of bids, and soon the borneol surpassed its original value.

Twenty-three are not showing weakness, and they will continue to raise prices no matter what price they offer.

There are many crystal mines in Kunlun Mountain. Although the Sandu faction is not as rich as the Kunlun faction, there are no fewer crystals.

With the passage of time, the price of Dingshen Borneol has been raised higher and higher, and those factions have to gradually retreat.

Even if they want to use Dingshen Borneol to set up Guocheng Temple, they have to consider the current price.

Seeing that Dingshen Borneol was going to be owned by Sandu, suddenly the steward laughed and said a word.

"Xuanzi Room B, a Xuancao Dan."

Hearing this, the building was quiet first, and then there was an uproar.

Wuxuancaodan is a famous thing in Xuanhua Mountain in Zhongzhou. It is said that it must be made by the Xiaotiandi copper furnace.

Regardless of its efficacy or value, Xuancao Dan is more than 100 times more precious than Dingshen Borneol.

Why are the people in that room willing to buy a Xuancao Dan to buy God Borneol? Are they also the monks who want to form a good fruit temple? But the price is too high.

Twenty-three people were shocked to send everyone, they were speechless and didn't know what to do.

中 The middle-aged man sneered and motioned not to increase the fare again. He sat back and didn't know what he was thinking.

Wu Qifeng turned abruptly, and no one expected that Dingshen Borneol would be assigned this way.

Unexpectedly, the window of the house on the seventh floor never opened, and the man did not seem to meet the monks of Guocheng Temple.

Uh ...

Uh ...

The steward who hosted the auction personally sent Dingshen Borneol to Xuanzi Room B ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ and lowered his head very carefully, without looking at Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue.

Jiu Jingjiu and Zhao Layue got up and left.

管 The steward handed a small wooden box with great respect.

Kusui Jiu took the wooden box and opened it.

腊 Zhao Layue glanced at it and found that it was Xuancao Dan. After a moment's thinking, he understood the meaning of Baoshuju and was quite satisfied.

管 The steward reminded a few words in a low voice, suggesting that they can sit down for a while and wait for the owner to meet.

Jiu Jingjiu and Zhao Layue knew what he meant, but they ignored it. The auction was a bit boring. Obviously, no clues were found. They still stay here to do more.

I looked at the two figures walking down the corridor, and the steward wondered where the strange man came from, so he had to promptly notify his family.

Today was originally a play arranged by Baoshuju. When they knew that the medical monk of Guocheng Temple needed to fix the borneol, the general content of the play was settled. They wanted to use this to seek a good reputation for Baoshuju. Fortunately, I had to explain to some immortal masters from the Tianqing Mountain, but when I thought of it, the Sandu faction suddenly jumped out, almost acting into another drama.

The supervisor also thought that the two did not transfer the borneol to the medical monk of Guocheng Temple by themselves. Are they planning to find each other in private?

Uh ...

Uh ...

Not far from Baoshuju, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were stopped by the people from the Sandu faction.

Jiu Jingjiu has not encountered such a thing for many years. Zhao Layue has only seen such stories in the book, and feels nothing new and very boring.

看着 She looked at them seriously and asked, "Do you want to die?"

None of the people in the Sandu School had time to threaten the other party, and as a result, they heard such a problem and couldn't help it.