Ling Xiao looked at Lin Xi in front of him, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Life is short, so I think you won't give up until you die.
"Ninety thousand spiritual stones."
"One hundred thousand."
"Xi'er, you're crazy. The Green Demon Cauldron I left for you was a classic inheritance from the Immortal Lao'er Sect back then. This is just a low-grade artifact. You..."
Old Ling's voice clearly contained a hint of sullenness.
It seems that my disciple has been stimulated by Ling Xiao to the point of going crazy!
"Ling Lao, please be patient. I don't want this cauldron."
Lin Xisen smiled coldly, a faint light flashing in his eyes.
From his perspective as a destined son, he would naturally look down upon spiritual treasures that were not related to ancient times.
Raising the price at this time is just to... cheat Ling Xiao.
Otherwise, if he encounters something he likes again later, wouldn’t it still be snatched away by Ling Xiao Heng Dao?
This dog just took away his Nine Tribulations Sword, now it's time to pay a price.
"Want to trick me?"
But how could Lin Xi's little thought escape Ling Xiao's eyes? He immediately sneered and stopped bidding.
"Um?"
Time passed slowly, and a trace of panic gradually emerged in Lin Xi's eyes.
Labor and capital only have a total of 100,000 spiritual stones. If they are spent on such a useless treasure...
Lin Xi suddenly wanted to cry, and even couldn't help but want to ask Ling Xiao, brother, why didn't you follow?
It shouldn't be.
This descendant of the Ling clan was willing to spend 70,000 spirit stones on just a broken ancient treasure.
Isn't he going to use this cauldron to pick up girls now?
Why did you give up now?
"Isn't there any more bids?"
On the high platform, the charming woman also glanced at Ling Xiao in surprise, apparently feeling that... stopping at this moment was too in line with the noble temperament of the young master.
"Congratulations to this young man for successfully photographing the Nine Dragons Roaring Heaven Cauldron!"
Gan!!
This Ling Xiao actually didn’t bid any more!
Lin Xi swallowed hard and took the ancient tripod from the maid's hand with trembling hands, with a hint of tears in his eyes.
"Oh, it turns out that the young master is just asking."
A trace of disappointment flashed across Lin Meng's face.
For a moment, she thought Ling Xiao was auctioning this divine tripod for her.
"Don't you have a lot of spiritual stones? Why don't you continue bidding?"
Nian Qingyun sneered, it seemed that she was talking too much when she was with Ling Xiao.
"Oh, I just suddenly remembered that I seem to have a divine tripod in my hand."
Ling Xiao scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.
"Puch!!"
Finally, Lin Xi's suppressed hard work sprayed all over the floor again.
"May I have your name?"
Ling Xiao casually took out a red tripod from the Qiankun bag.
It was the Hunyuan Cauldron that he got when he killed Qin Feng that day, and it was of a slightly higher grade.
"I...my name is Lin Meng!"
Lin Meng's face turned red and she didn't even dare to look directly into Ling Xiao's eyes.
The Fire Cloud Sect she belongs to is just an inconspicuous small sect on the land of Eastern Xinjiang.
And her beauty, compared with Nian Qingyun...forget it, even compared with Fu Yunyao, there is a huge gap.
How can a little girl win the favor of a young master if she is not talented?
"Linmeng? The green mist lingers in the forest, the dream is long, what a good name."
Ling Xiao nodded, he was worthy of being one of the three great hegemons in ancient times.
As expected, the Lin, Qin, and Xiao clans have produced geniuses from generation to generation.
Nine of the ten destined people come from these three surnames.
The remaining one probably died from natural disasters.
Young Master... Young Master, are you praising me?
Lin Meng covered her red lips with both hands, her delicate body trembling slightly with excitement.
With her identity, it was impossible for her to have any interaction with Ling Xiao.
You know, how many arrogant girls in the entire Holy State are waiting eagerly, just to be looked at by the young master?
"This Hunyuan Divine Cauldron is also a divine weapon. We are destined to give it to you."
Ling Xiao casually handed the ancient cauldron to Lin Meng's hands.
"This this…"
"Master Lingxiao, this divine cauldron is too valuable, we can't have it..."
A gloomy look flashed in Yin Tianxing's eyes. With his strength, how could he dare to offend the descendant of the Ling clan in front of him? He could only refuse with a wry smile.
At this time, he had secretly made up his mind. When he returned to the clan this time, he would immediately ask his grandfather to arrange a marriage for him and Lin Meng, and completely possess Lin Meng.
Even if Ling Xiao has a strong background, he won't be rushing to be a successor anymore, right?
"You guys? Did I say I gave it to you?"
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly and shook his head slightly, "No one dares to refuse the things I give."
Domineering! Strong!
No provocation allowed.
"Mr. Gongzi..."
Lin Meng was obviously at a loss and glanced at Yin Tianxing secretly.
It can be seen that she still relies heavily on this senior brother in her heart.
"Don't worry, I don't have any other intentions. I just want you to be destined. A divine weapon is not worth mentioning to me."
Ling Xiao smiled gently, without the fierceness just now, and stretched out his hand to hand the ancient cauldron into Lin Meng's hands.
"Thank you...thank you, sir..."
Lin Meng's eyes were full of admiration. Although it was not mixed with any love, the respect was real.
If you have money, you can really do whatever you want.
but…
If you want to make this innocent little girl surrender to you from the bottom of her heart, you have to find a way to kill this senior brother Yin first.
It's easy to kill, it's just an ant.
But it has to be done to the point of death... No, it's perfect, so you have to use some tricks.
"snort."
Nian Qingyun snorted softly, and a cold feeling spread all over his body.
"What's wrong? Your nose feels uncomfortable?"
Ling Xiao put his arms around her shoulders.
"Get your dirty hands off."
Nian Qingyun's tone was indifferent and he didn't even look at Ling Xiao.
"Are you angry that I give things to others?"
Ling Xiao sighed, and his tone suddenly became serious.
"yes!"
Nian Qingyun blurted out, and her pretty face turned red instantly.
"She looks a bit like my mother when she was young..."
There was a trace of loneliness in Ling Xiao's eyes, but Nian Qingyun was completely attracted by the look on his face at this time.
This expression...has a bit of a story to it.
Isn't Ling Xiao's mother the number one alchemist in Eastern Xinjiang, Holy Lord Xuanyuan?
Yes, it seems that when Ling Xiao was ten years old, Holy Lord Xuanyuan left the Ling clan and returned to the Holy Land of Danyuan.
He also swore that he would never set foot in the Ling clan again in this life.
For a ten-year-old child, it must be... very painful to suddenly lose his mother's love.
Thinking like this, the coldness on Nian Qingyun's face instantly dissipated and turned into a rare tenderness.
"sorry…"
"Huh? There's nothing to be sorry for. I told you that you will slowly get to know the real me."
Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, his face looking free and easy.
It was as if such misunderstandings had long been accustomed to him.
Sorry!
I have never seen Xuanyuan Yue look like when she was young!
As a woman, sometimes our compassion is overflowing.
Most of them are irresistible to men who are kind, honest, filial, sunny, handsome, caring, responsible, motivated, durable and wealthy!
But when this scene fell into Nian Qingyun's eyes, she couldn't help but feel a little bit of distress.