Coming!

Those who already knew what it was were not surprised, but instead became more excited.

Even Mu Ying put away her original lazy look at this moment.

He straightened up slightly, his eyebrows were sharper, and his eyes were fixed on the high platform.

After the deputy leader said those four words, the vast auction house fell silent for a full minute.

Then!

"Yin Yang Stone Milk?!"

"Did I hear it wrong? Is it really Yin-Yang Stone Milk?"

"Didn't you say that the Yin-Yang Stone Milk is in the western desert, and we are going to look for it together in three days?"

"Deputy leader, are you kidding us?!"

"Deputy leader, this joke is not funny at all!"

For a time, the huge venue became a mess. Some people even stood up excitedly and wanted to squeeze to the front.

How could it be Yin Yang Stone Milk?

Yin Yang Stone Milk should not have been collected at this time, it is located in the desert of the west!

How could it appear in the underground auction in Buluo City?

If it was really Yin Yang Stone Milk, then what did the news they got at that time mean?

Are you trying to trick them on purpose?!

When they thought of this, many people looked angry and wanted to ask for an explanation.

There are only a few people who are still very calm, but their suddenly accelerated heartbeats also betray their hearts.

"Hey, Qingmei..." Jun Muqian turned her head, half-smiling, "You already knew that, didn't you?"

She asked why he suddenly brought her to an underground auction.

This kind of situation really doesn't suit his style.

Rong Qing was leaning slightly at this moment, obviously closing her eyes to rest her mind.

Hearing her voice now, he opened his eyes half-opened and slowly responded: "Yes."

"As expected, you are still scheming." Jun Muqian said meaningfully, "The owner of Tianji Tower can't compare to you."

She should have known a long time ago that even Yan Shaoling knew the news, but Rong Qing only knew more than him.

It turns out that the news that the sect alliance released the Yin Yang Stone Milk in the western desert was just a cover.

In fact, the Yin-Yang Stone Milk is actually in the hands of the Sect Alliance, and it has now become the last item in the underground auction.

Jun Muqian's eyes were slightly stern, and he sneered softly in his heart.

What a sect alliance, doing this will achieve multiple things with one stone.

In this way, not only can we know which sects are secretly going to the western desert to look for the Yin-Yang Stone Milk despite the danger of annihilating their sects, but we can also win people's hearts and escape unharmed.

Look, I've put the Yin-Yang Stone Milk in front of you. If you can't get it, you can't blame me.

No--

Jun Muqian narrowed his eyes and looked at the deputy leader standing on the high platform.

Yin-Yang Stone Milk is such a precious thing, why doesn't the sect alliance take this seventh-ranked spiritual source as its own?

Instead, he first released a false news, then drew the attention of some sects to the western desert, and finally chose to hold the auction at the Buluocheng base camp?

What exactly is the intention?

Could it be... that he wants to provoke conflicts between sects?

Thinking of this, Jun Muqian's heart was slightly shaken.

It is impossible for the sect alliance not to know the rarity of Yin Yang Stone Milk, but in the eyes of cultivators, even the entire Huaxu should not be comparable to the top ten innate spiritual sources.

"Lao Mou?" At this time, a very low sound came from my ears, with a slightly numb feeling, but also a hint of coolness.

"No, no, no!" Jun Muqian immediately came to her senses and decisively rejected, "Young! You are so young."

Then, she yawned and tilted her head: "Why do you mind so much about this word? I'm just saying it. The most worthless thing in this world is age."

For cultivators, the higher the cultivation level, the longer they will live.

Among those emperors in the illusory universe, which one has not lived for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years?

Age actually means nothing.

She lived a hundred years in her previous life. If she paid too much attention to it, wouldn't she be someone's grandmother now?

useless.

Jun Muqian looked at him and said earnestly: "Young beauty, you need to have a correct attitude. If you really feel old, you may become old one day."

Rong Qing: "..."

"Whether this person is young or not depends on his mentality." Jun Muqian didn't feel it at all. The temperature around her suddenly dropped a few points, and she was bored, "Let me tell you, I met before... I didn't read it in the book

A person is more than 10,000 years old."

"But he has a good mentality, so even though he is so old, he still lives like a teenager."

Her original intention was to let him not pay attention to these superficial things, but the result...

Rong Qing's eyes darkened a little, and he repeated what he thought was the key point in this sentence: "Ten thousand years old, you are so old?"

"Are you still not old at ten thousand years old?" Jun Muqian wondered about his focus, "You will turn into a fossil at ten thousand years old."

Of course, the older you are, the higher your cultivation level is.

If she could live to be 10,000 years old but couldn't keep her appearance, she might as well have died.

The sky is big and the earth is big, but the face is the biggest.

She couldn't understand that several emperors were already old and couldn't get any older, their faces were covered with wrinkles, and they were still wandering around.

"Yeah." Rong Qing glanced at her, his eyes as cold as water, "She is quite old."

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Jun Muzhen felt that he said these three words in a very serious tone.

As for that?

"I've said that age doesn't matter." Jun Muqian coughed lightly, "For me, beauty is fine."

Rong Qing didn't speak, but half-raised her eyebrows.

The next second, suddenly——

"Crack!"

There was an extremely loud crisp sound, and there seemed to be anger in it.

Hearing this sudden voice, Jun Muqian was startled and looked the man in scarlet clothes up and down: "No, are you really that angry?"

So angry that your bones are ringing?!

Rong Qing propped up her elbows, with a few strands of black hair hanging down, sticking to the half of the silver face: "No."

"Not you?" Jun Muxian thought for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Oh, yes, the sound did not come from us."

Listen carefully, it should be the other side.

Jun Muxian felt relieved now: "I just said, how can the young master be so small-minded?"

After a pause, she added: "Whoever is angry would move their bones and make noise. This is really childish."

Mu Ying: "..."

He silently looked at his wrist bones with floating veins and fell into serious thinking.

Is he childish? Huh?

His sister actually called him childish?

Mu Ying pressed her head, her eyes were deep, and she began to think carefully about what could happen.

To put it into perspective, this is roughly the situation.

Just now when the deputy leader revealed that the last item to be auctioned was the Yin-Yang Stone Milk, other people who were not sure at first were instantly shocked.

Then, the whole venue became a mess, making his head hurt.

Mu Ying was going to close his hearing directly and let himself be quiet for a while, but in the process of withdrawing his hearing, he accidentally heard the conversation of the people next to him.

Well, accidentally.

When he heard the first sentence, he felt very familiar.

The more I listen to it, the stronger the sense of familiarity becomes.

Because of her martial arts skills, Mu Ying has always been sensitive to sounds.
To be continued...