"The man behind the Immortal Association is named Meng Ze. Rumor has it that he has no cultivation skills, but he is able to secure his position as the leader of the Immortal Association with his own tricks. With the help of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, he has lived for hundreds of years against the odds."
After Hongying introduced it in detail, the expression on Yang Tian's face became strange.
"It's really that damn fat man?"
"ah?"
When Hongying heard this, she became a little confused.
"Damn fat man? How do you know that Meng Ze is a fat man?"
Yang Tian did not respond to Hongying, but fell into memories.
When he first met Meng Ze, it should have been seven hundred years ago in a small town when his soul had just passed through Xuantian Continent.
Except for his master, that old bastard, I knew this Meng Ze in the small town.
I still remember that the other person was just as miserable as him and was a little beggar, so the relationship between the two was quite good.
When they met, Meng Ze was bullied by the beggars and beaten to the point of dying.
It was Yang Tian who rescued him and gave him a mouthful of hot food. From then on, the little fat man followed him.
Perhaps because he was afraid of poverty, Meng Ze worked hard to become the richest man in Xuantian Continent since he was a child, so that he could have all the treasures of heaven, earth, materials and cultivation resources in his hands.
Because he knew that the path Yang Tian took was a path against heaven and required cultivation resources.
He was unable to practice, so he planned to use his life to earn more training resources and achieve Yang Tian's glory.
All this is just for the life-saving grace and that hot meal.
They were both beggars at the beginning, and that hot meal was as important as a life.
Although Meng Ze is young, he understands this kindness.
However, when he first started cultivating immortals and separated from him, he thought that he had no spiritual roots and cultivation and was dead, but he didn't expect that he was still alive.
I still remember that this little fat man kept asking him what kind of organization would be better to establish, and Yang Tian casually said "Xian Hui".
At that time, he longed to become an immortal and return in order to reverse the laws of heaven and earth.
But I never thought that just by saying it casually, it would take the other party a lifetime to complete it.
He had nothing at the beginning, but now he is the richest man in Xuantian Continent and the leader of the Immortal Association. During this period, he must have suffered a lot and gone through many hardships.
However, Yang Tian was a little happy to know that his old friend was still alive.
After learning from Hongying that Meng Ze had arrived in Dutian City, Yang Tian was somewhat looking forward to meeting him.
Hongying was still a little confused and asked: "Yang Tian, why are you so interested in this fairy society? You seemed to have disdain for everything before."
Yang Tian smiled lightly and said, "If I said that this fairy association was created because of a sentence I accidentally said, would you believe it?"
Hongying smiled. Although she didn't say anything, a strong look of disbelief could be seen in her eyes.
Yang Tian didn't explain anything, he just laughed it off.
However, the more this happened, the more Hongying's curiosity was aroused.
Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer and couldn't help but ask tentatively: "Yang Tian, do you really know that Meng Ze?"
"Not only do we know each other, if he sees me, he needs to call me big brother!"
Yang Tian said this with a smile.
"hehe!"
Hongying's face was stiff, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she did not continue speaking.
Her face was already full of black lines. If she continued to listen to Yang Tian blowing, she might really be able to resist exposing it.
At this moment, in the auction under the banner of Xianhui, a white-haired old man closed his eyes and meditated.
His face is already covered with wrinkles and his figure is slightly fat.
At this time, the door was pushed open, and a well-dressed man in black walked in from the outside.
"Mr. Meng!"
Only then did the old man open his cloudy eyes.
There is no fluctuation in his whole body, but he can exude an awe-inspiring aura.
The old man looked at the man in black clothes and asked calmly: "How is the information I asked you to check?"
"It's been found out."
The man in black clothes spoke respectfully: "The two rare treasures that fell into Nanli County were the Immortal Killing Sword and the Divine Killing Sword."
When he heard this, a wave of excitement arose in the old man's eyes.
"Are the rumors from January ago really true?"
He sits on the Immortal Society and is the richest being in Xuantian Continent. There is no news that money cannot buy.
When this rumor reached his ears, he ignored the dissuasion and traveled hundreds of thousands of miles to come here.
The well-dressed man in black is his shadow. He has great cultivation, but he is willing to protect him all the time.
He had been with the old man for a long time, and thought he knew the old man very well, but he didn't understand why he came to the spiritual realm, which was not a prosperous one among the ten realms.
You must know that the Immortal Association has also held auctions in the other nine regions this time. The square region is the gathering place for all powerful immortal cultivators. The old man has been sitting there and controlling the Immortal Association of the Ten Regions before, but this time he made an exception.
Came here.
"Whose hands are the Immortal Killing Sword and the Divine Killing Sword now?"
The old man didn't notice the curiosity of the man in black clothes and continued to ask.
The man in black clothes bowed and said: "The inside information is in the hands of Prince Nanli."
"I'm going to get it at all costs!"
The old man spoke firmly.
This sentence made the man in black clothes even more confused. In the hundreds of years he had been with him, the old man had never been so thirsty for something. Although these two immortal weapons were famous five hundred years ago,
Zhen Xuantian Continent, but it should be of little use to him. Why is he so eager to get it?
"Mr. Meng, I think you came all the way here because of this thing, but I don't understand."
The well-dressed man in black expressed his doubts.
"Because these two immortal artifacts belong to my old friends, and I will never allow them to be left in the hands of others to gather dust!"
The old man's tone was desolate, as if he was lost in memories.
The immortal artifact has been found, but the old friend has no idea where it is.
There was a trace of unwillingness in his cloudy eyes, and he slowly said to himself: "My end is approaching, will God really let me leave with regret?"
The man in black clothes was shocked, and then he said: "Why did Mr. Meng say this? There are still several elixirs in this world, and the Immortal Medicine Sect has an elixir that can take over the fortunes of heaven and earth. It will definitely extend your life."
His current cultivation was the result of the old man in front of him using endless resources from heaven and earth. To him, the old man was his closest relative.
"What's the use of living longer?"
There was a trace of bitterness on the old man's face.
"I am not afraid of death, but I am not willing to be unable to see my old friend again."
"The Immortal Emperor Po Tian?"
The well-dressed man in black said this name. He has followed the old man for so long, so he naturally knows this.
This has become the old man's obsession, but after Immortal Emperor Potian broke through the void five hundred years ago, there was no trace of him again.
This time, I also heard that Immortal Emperor Potian's artifact was left here, so the old man came desperately.
They originally thought that the Immortal Emperor Breaking Heaven had returned, but they used all their connections and power to explore the entire spiritual realm, but there was still no news.
Immortal Emperor Potian is separated from his immortal weapon, which is not good news.
The old man sighed, and then asked in a calm tone: "Will the auction start now?"
"It has already begun, and all forces have arrived."
The well-dressed man in black nodded.
"Come in with me."
The old man stood up with the help of the man in black clothes and walked towards the field.
The auction under Xianhui is very large and more impressive than the prince's palace.
It is said that this place once accommodated up to 100,000 people and was the largest trading place in the entire spiritual realm.
In the spiritual realm, as long as you have enough immortal stones, you can buy anything at the immortal auction.
Yang Tian looked at the splendid auction with a hint of relief on his face.
It's really not easy for that damn fat guy to do this.
Just as he was about to enter, he met several acquaintances.
Ye Feng is number one on the Tianjiao List, Mu Xia is number two, and Young Master Nanli is number three.
They walked slowly, surrounded by many young and talented people. Among them, those people kept saying complimentary words and looked flattering on their faces.
The three people naturally noticed Yang Tian, and the smiles on their faces gradually stiffened.
"It's actually you?"
Young Master Nanli's face quickly darkened. The swelling caused by Yang Tian's slap has not subsided. (To be continued)
