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Chapter six hundred and twentieth eighth

When Qin Fengming saw that stunning girl, his heart was filled with butterflies in his stomach, but he did not lose sight of it because he always had another beautiful figure in his heart.

Although he had only seen that beautiful figure briefly twice, it left a very strong mark on his heart.

He is a person who is dedicated to the Tao. He has a very indifferent view of the worldly love between men and women. He only thinks about it a little in his spare time.

The direction he was traveling at this time was not in the direction of Manghuang Mountain, but in the direction of a city less than ten thousand miles away. The murder of the young master of Guiyoumen occurred. He naturally wanted to inquire more and find out.

How much evidence against him does Gui Youmen have?

If you want to inquire about this matter, you have to look for a place where monks gather. The market is undoubtedly the best place.

Since he entered the peak of foundation building, the flight of the spiritual weapon he controlled has naturally been much faster than before. The journey that originally took several days only took him more than a day to reach the city.

After resting in a hidden place for three full days, Qin Fengming transformed his face into that of an old man in his fifties, and then he entered the city with great swagger.

The market here is no different from other markets. On both sides of the criss-crossing streets, shops from various merchant alliances are neatly located. There is an endless stream of monks on the streets, which shows that this place is extremely prosperous.

Qin Fengming did not enter the store, but walked along the street until he entered the auction house in the market here.

The auction house is a must-have building in every market. There will be auctions held every other month. This is also a means for the market to attract customers.

Even if there is no auction usually held, monks in the past can go to the auction hall to sit for a while, drink tea, rest, or exchange some cultivation experiences. Even exchanging items in private is also a common thing.

Today, the auction house has not yet arrived for the auction, so there are not many monks inside.

Qin Fengming entered the auction hall, and after a quick glance, the entire hall fell into his sight. The auction hall was very large, dozens of feet in size. The hall was filled with wooden chairs, and between every two wooden chairs, there was

But there are coffee tables, arranged in orderly rows.

At this time, there were not many monks in the hall, only twenty or thirty. Most of these monks were in the foundation-building stage, and there were only two or three in the Qi-gathering stage. Judging from their appearance, they were following which foundation-building monk

The nephew who came here.

Seeing Qin Fengming come in, everyone just turned their heads and glanced at him, then ignored him.

Qin Fengming found a wooden chair a few feet away from everyone and sat down. Immediately, someone from the auction house served him fragrant tea. While drinking tea, he paid attention to the sounds of people talking in the distance.

"I heard that Fellow Daoist Xu obtained a 400-year-old spiritual herb. I wonder if this is true?"

"Haha, this is true. However, the spiritual grass was exchanged by me yesterday, but Brother Li, you came a little late."

"Oh, that's such a pity. I was looking for four to five hundred years old spiritual grass to refine the elixir. I came here in a hurry after receiving the news. I didn't want to arrive a step too late."

"Brother Li, don't worry. In five days, it will be the day of the auction. There will definitely be the spiritual herbs that Brother Li needs. As long as Brother Li has a lot of spiritual stones, there is no need to worry about the spiritual herbs."

Another person interjected and said that these people were all nearby monks, but they had some personal relationships with each other.

"Oh, that's all we can do. I think that spiritual grass is harder to come across than rare materials. Whether it exists in the auction is a matter of two opinions."

While everyone was chatting, a figure flashed, and an old man appeared at the entrance of the auction hall. This man was sixty or seventy years old, but his cultivation had already reached the late stage of foundation building.

"Brother Bao is back, come here quickly."

When all the foundation-building monks saw this person, they all said hello. It was obvious that this person was a very famous person here.

"I heard that fellow Taoist Bao followed my master to attend the trade fair of the three tribes. I wonder if I can gain anything? Let me tell you." As soon as the monk surnamed Bao sat down, someone immediately asked.

"Haha, the harvest from the trade fair is a trivial matter. Don't you know, fellow Taoists, that a big event has happened in our Jingzhou Immortal Realm?"

The monk surnamed Bao did not answer everyone's questions, but immediately said something that shocked everyone.

"A big thing? What big thing? We have never heard of it."

"The third young master of Guiyoumen has been killed. At this time, within tens of thousands of miles of Guiyoumen, there is already a tremor. Everyone is searching closely for the murderer."

"Ah, what? The young master of Ghost Youmen has been killed. How can this be possible? The three young masters are also late-stage foundation-building monks. When they go out, they are all followed by Chengdan monks. Who has the ability to kill them.

""The third young master of Guiyoumen usually bullies men and dominates women, and does all kinds of evil. This time, he must have offended the senior Yihua infant stage, so he suddenly killed him."

When everyone heard what the monk surnamed Bao said, they were immediately shocked and began to speculate one after another.

"Haha, fellow Taoists, you guessed wrong this time. I heard the news from Guiyoumen, saying that the person who took action was an early-stage foundation-building monk, and he used a red flying needle spiritual weapon to kill the young master.

, the two Chengdan monks who followed the young master were killed by him using an extremely powerful magic circle."

The monk surnamed Bao smiled slightly when he heard everyone's speculation. After taking a sip of tea, he spoke slowly.

"What? A monk in the early stage of foundation building used a magic circle to kill two alchemy monks? This is too unbelievable. What kind of magic circle can be so powerful. We have never heard of it."

"Could it be that the monks from Manghuang Mountain couldn't do it? Apart from Manghuang Mountain, I really can't think of anyone else who can use the powerful ** array."

"Brother Wang, don't say that. Manghuang Mountain is something we can discuss casually."

As soon as a monk mentioned the name of Manghuang Mountain, someone immediately stopped him.

"No matter who did it, Guiyoumen has issued a strict order this time. As long as the murderer is caught, there will definitely be countless benefits. It is said that there are several kinds of pills in it. If it is a foundation-building monk

Capture it and just rely on those elixirs, it is possible to advance to the realm of becoming an elixir."

"If it is a Chengdan monk, it is very likely that he will go one step further. At this time, tens of thousands of comrades within tens of thousands of miles of Guiyoumen have already joined in the search for the murderer. In a few days, there will definitely be a murderer here.

Received the news."

"I am familiar with all the fellow Taoists. We also received this news while following my master back. So before returning to the cave, I immediately came here to inform all the fellow Taoists.

If you practice capture, your great opportunity will come."

"However, I would like to advise everyone that when taking action, it is better to go together with a few people. I think that monk in the early stage of foundation building has the courage to fight against two Chengdan monks alone. His methods are definitely not weak.

With a few people, we have greater confidence."

The monk surnamed Bao coughed lightly, intercepted everyone's words, and then slowly told Gui Youmen's reward.


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