In Chongyefang, Fangzheng's mansion, after Xie Feihong, who had already returned from his servant, threw Wanzai Kongqing, who was moved by even the earth-level warriors, aside, and focused on one of the martial arts boxes he brought back.

Obviously, the things in it are far more expensive than the precious Wanzai Kongqing, at least in Xie Feihong's eyes.

This was confirmed in the subsequent results of the explanation. After all, if it was an ordinary thing, with the eyes of Qianqiu Mirror, the word "good luck" would never be revealed from its mouth.

"In other words, this is a chart, right?" Xie Feihong looked at the ancient scroll made of unknown oily animal skin in front of him, and the lines were constantly changing. Have some adjustments been made in some details, and then said.

"Yes," Qianqiujing replied: "And it seems to be a chart made by a master of mapping. Have you seen the place where the on-the-top is constantly changing and adjusting? It means that the mapmaker has completely explored that place and has used some means to associate the sea area to this map. Such a huge and complex area is not something that ordinary drawingrs can do."

"Related?" Xie Feihong's eyes flashed, "What you mean is that these places where they are moving are actually what is happening in that sea area, right?"

"No," Qianqiujing replied.

"Then the value of this thing is immeasurable," Hearing Qianqiujing's affirmation, Xie Feihong understood why under his destiny's eyes, the box of things was judged to be the most precious.

After all, from the prosperity of Jinyang City, we can see how much profit the sea trade is generated? And the ocean area can be monitored at any time a day, even if it is just a chart of some specific ocean area, it is enough to make those who are seeking a life at sea flock to it and compete for it.

However... this seems to be of no use to Xie Feihong. After all, he doesn't want to go to sea to make a living, so he put it aside and prepared to wait for the Jinyangcheng auction to send it out anonymously to exchange for something that is more helpful to him.

I have to say that Xie Feihong took it for granted at this time.

Sometimes it’s not what you think, but the development of things will really be as you think. This chart will have a strong imagination in the future in helping Xie Feihong, and in the days ahead, he will be glad that this chart fell into his hands at the most appropriate time.

Time flies, and half a month passes in the blink of an eye, and it is also the deadline for each yard to hand over the items they have auctioned. What Xie Feihong handed over was naturally the ten thousand-year-old pineapple he got from Changle House.

This also made many Fangs who were willing to take the lead among the 36 yards and strive for as much resources as possible to gain sect resources, and could not help but feel that their expectations might be disappointed.

And just here in Jinyang City, the auction related matters were fully prepared. When the grand occasion came in just a month and a half, a dark tide began to surge in Jinyang City, and an unprecedented disaster for colleagues was about to begin to sweep across the entire wasteland!

At night, the brightly lit Changlefang, above the tallest building, the man with dark green pupils was drinking in front of the moon, listening to the sound of the piano in his ears.

And it was at this moment that a man dressed in a servant came to him quietly and said respectfully: "Go back to Master, they are all here."

"Well," the man with Mo Tong responded and said without looking back: "Let them all come in."

"yes."

With the consent of Mo Tong's man, the servant quickly led several people in, and then closed the door directly and retreated.

"I have met Master Fang Zheng (Senior Brother Yue)," several people took the lead in speaking.

The man with Mo Tong turned around and signaled, "Everyone should take your seat."

"Master Xie Fangzheng, (Senior Brother Yue)." The few people seemed to have known the temper of the Mo Tong man for a long time, so they no longer wasted too much time on it. After attracting the doctor, they sat one after another, divided into two rows, sitting on the left and right sides of the Mo Tong man.

"How are you all ready?" Obviously, the man with Mo Tong was not a person who likes to waste time, so he went straight to the topic and asked a man who was covered in a dark armor, "Longchuan?"

"Please rest assured, Senior Brother Yue, you have already prepared it," the man in the armor said confidently: "As long as you receive Senior Brother Yue's order, as soon as the city protection formation becomes chaotic, my people will immediately open a gap on the city wall! Then..."

"Very good," the man with Mo Tong nodded and turned to the other side, and said to a relatively rich man: "Baiyesheng, where are you?"

"Mr. Huifangzheng, the arrangement has been made. Just wait for Fangzheng to give an order, the altar can be officially opened! More than a dozen altars are enough to mess up the magic circles that protect Jinyang City. Even if one or two problems occur, it will not hinder the overall situation!"

Baiyesheng, which is the clerk in Chongyefang who once made a report to Xie Feihong and told Xie Feihong that his previous wing was privately intercepting precious things to please mature things.

However, judging from his current position and the degree of importance Mo Tong's attention to him, the other party is obviously not just a small official in a low-ranking house. In this way, his words about making small reports in front of Xie Feihong were not simple and simple.

And his next words also made this point very well: "It's a pity that there was something wrong with another thing. The new Fang Zheng didn't seem to be as easy to fool as the previous one. I originally thought that after telling him about that thing, he would move. He would cause some trouble for Zhong Yu and make him unintentionally refine what he got. As a result... he was more scheming than I thought, and he didn't look like a young man at all!"

"Okay," the man with Mo Tong said without frowning when he heard this: "It's already this time, don't do any extra moves again. If any mistakes occur, let our tribe prepare a hundred years of plans this time and all the efforts are wasted, even if I don't deal with you, the tribe's people will not spare you!"

"I understand." Several people knew the seriousness of this, so they did not dare to neglect the slightest, and nodded quickly.

"Then... I guess you should have heard that I need to leave for a while after this, so the next period of time will be supported by you in Jinyang City," said the man of Mo Tong: "I hope that when I come back, the layout in Jinyang City will still be like this. Do you understand?"

"I understand," the few people nodded.

"Very good," the man with Mo Tong drank the wine in the glass and stood up and left, leaving a sentence at the same time: "Don't forget to deal with the extra people."
Chapter completed!