Wen Zhengming's words seem to be full of profound meaning.

But Wang Xuexi did not understand the meaning of this sentence. She just felt that Mr. Wen in front of her seemed to have something in her words, rather than a casual sigh.

But Wang Xuexi didn't ask. Before Mr. Li asked her to come, he said it clearly and clearly, and he would never ask any questions.

So even in the past few days, Wang Xuexi has many questions, and she didn't ask a word.

However, Wang Xuexi also had some speculations in his mind. Mr. Wen was probably not a person in the business world, but a person who even Mr. Li needed to curry favor with.

Mr. Li has already stood at the top of the Ming Dynasty business world, and Mr. Li needs to flatter people, and Wang Xuexi doesn't even dare to guess.

"Let's go!"

Wen Zhengming stood up, turned around and walked out of the restaurant facing the street, and began a walk after dinner.

At this time, outside the coastal coast, on the cemetery of the deserted hills, a pair of extremely bright leather shoes trampled the weeds under their feet, and a corpse was randomly thrown on the wasteland.

Li Daoyi stretched out his hand and pressed it in the air. The ground under his feet suddenly collapsed, as if it had been crushed by an invisible heavy object.

He threw the corpse into the sunken body, and Li Daoyi gently waved his palm, and the sand and stones rose up, covering up the corpse.

Under the earth, a piece of shale soared into the sky from the soil layer, and under the control of Li Daoyi, it was inserted in front of the bulging grave.

Then Li Daoyi reached out and began to write the name of the dead body, cultivation level and other information.

This familiar action makes people feel a sense of terror.

Above the deserted hills, there are stone tablets standing one by one, as if they are not writing about life, but about the majesty of the extraordinary auction.

All eyes were focused on Li Daoyi, but Li Daoyi himself did not care.

He has become accustomed to his identity - the preceptor.

This is the name given to Li Daoyi by the extraordinary man in Binhai, and Li Daoyi likes it very much.

If Mr. Wen is God, then he is God's servant, cleaning up all creatures that should not exist for the gods.

He was the most loyal waiter at least until he had the power to fight against the gods.

As the last rock fragments drifted on the earth, Li Daoyi withdrew his fingers, turned his head to look at the people around him, and then his eyes fell on Akita Sixteen and said:

"Your Excellency seems to be a new face. Have you ever heard of the rules of the Superman auction?"

Kota Shiliu suddenly became a little nervous, perhaps because he was afraid after coming to Binhai and seeing the vast world of the extraordinary, or perhaps because Binhai's powerful extraordinary man was not friendly to him, and even warned him.

"I've heard that I'm here to ask for an entrance ticket to the Superman Auction."

Li Daoyi raised the golden-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at Sora Sixteen Roads:

"The cultivation level of refining essence into qi is qualified to have a ticket to the extraordinary auction."

After the words came, a ticket seemed to have a flash of lightning across the void, and in an instant it rushed to Sora Thirteen.

Sora Tsuki reached out to receive the invitation, but felt a terrifying force coming from the invitation. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, trying to transform into this strange force, but at this moment, the power of the invitation suddenly turned into invisible.

Sora Thirteen looked at Li Daoyi who was still standing in the distance. He knew that this was showing his strength and admonishing him.

But... why do you all like to warn me so much?

"The Superman Auction is held on time. At that time, please do not cause bad things at the auction. As the person in charge of the Superman Auction, I sent your invitation letter. If something goes wrong and the boss accommodates me, then I can only take my anger on you."

As he said that, Li Daoyi reached out and gently stroked the stone tablet that had just been erected in front of him, and continued: "Although this place is a Feng Shui treasure land, I believe you won't want to sleep here forever."

Li Daoyi's tone is elegant and easy-going, but his words are aggressive.

However, no one of the extraordinary people on the mountain stood up because those who had opinions had a sleep here.

Seeing that no one had any objections, Li Daoyi nodded and turned around to leave.

"Wait!" Wu Daode called Li Daoyi and said, "Mr. Li, you are also businessmen. Are the corpses in this cemetery sold?"

"Mr. Wu wants these corpses?" Li Daoyi said, lifting the glasses on the edge of the golden silk.

"Yes, these corpses are much better than those of my low-end guys, look..." Wu Daode rubbed his hands and said.

If this were not the place where Li Daoyi buried people, he would have dug it long ago.

"The Superman Auction will not allow private transactions. This way, if one day Mr. Wu can join us, I can sell these corpses to Mr. Wu."

At this point, the ancient token that was integrated with Li Daoyi suddenly shook, and Li Daoyi suddenly turned his head and looked towards the South China Sea.

The group of mages from the Magic Association arrived.

Mr. Wen really seemed to be able to know everything, far away from the sky, but there seemed to be nothing in the entire Binhai River that could be hidden from him.

"I still have something to do, so I won't bother you."

Withdrew his eyes from afar, Li Daoyi looked at Wu Daodedao again.

"Ah... OK, actually I'm very interested in joining the Superman Auction!"

Wu Daode is not a false statement. As a casual cultivator, he hopes to have a thigh that can be held, and the strength displayed at the Auction of the Superman proves that it can indeed become a thigh.

………

An hour later, endless mist suddenly rose above the sea outside the coast, and an ancient wooden boat slowly cut through the sea.

"Have you arrived? The last time I met the Ming Dynasty was eight hundred years ago. I still remember its strength at that time."

Under the ancient medieval armor, a thick man's voice sounded.

"I don't know which extraordinary people will meet this time."

The man's voice was expectant, and his blue eyes seemed to be burning in his eyes.

"Guge, we are here to do business, not war, I hope you can restrain yourself."

Faraday frowned and warned.

"The people in the Knight family have muscles in their heads. Isn't this kind of thing everyone should know?"

The witch leader Merayang raised a touch of red hair and chuckled.

The charm and charm are combined into her body, but they complement each other.

"I would think you are tarnishing the reputation of my family. Do you want to go to war with me?" Gug said coldly at the witch Mela.

"Everyone should be quiet, we haven't arrived yet."

The Cardinal of the Holy Court said plainly, bringing back the imminent atmosphere.

And at this moment, a ray of light shone across the sky and landed on the old wooden boat. Li Daoyi raised his head and smiled politely:
Chapter completed!