Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, wasn't what the ancestor of Shanhe was talking about Zhu Rong's Gu? And it was also the main body of Zhu Rong's Gu.
In Miao Bang's memory, the main body of Zhu Rong's Gu is a burning insect.
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes and did not tell Ziwei Xingjun the origin of Zhu Rong's Gu. Instead, he secretly thought in his heart why the ancestor of Shanhe wanted that Zhu Rong's Gu?
Although he knew that the abnormality of Wuji Taixu might be related to Zhu Rong's Gu, there should be almost no one in the eight heavens who knew the value of Zhu Rong's Gu, and even if others caught Zhu Rong's Gu, so what?
How to deal with Zhu Rong's Gu.
Of course, the main body of Zhu Rong's Gu is not so easy to mess with. Even Zhuo Wen himself has no confidence in getting the main body of Zhu Rong's Gu.
"Brother Long, the quota auction is about to begin!"
Ziwei Xingjun's words immediately interrupted Zhuo Wen's thoughts, and then he saw a man also wearing a mask appearing on the high platform in the center.
Although this man is wearing a mask, from the silver hair peeking out from behind, it is not difficult to guess that this man should be an old man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life.
The old man's voice was quite aged and sounded faintly.
"I already know the purpose of your visit, and I won't beat around the bush. There are only five quotas for Lao Chen, but there are more than fifty people here. The bidding for the quotas is for the highest bidder. In the end, the top five with the highest price are
The qualifications to get the quota in the hands of the old man start now."
"The starting price is 500,000 high-grade sacred stones, and each increase in price must not be less than 10,000."
After saying that, the old man stood silently on the high platform, overlooking the surrounding monks.
"Fifty-one million!"
"Six hundred thousand!"
…
"three million!"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, there was a flurry of bidding sounds all around, and the price also went up. It soon rose to five million, which was a full ten times increase from the auction price.
When the price was raised to 7 million, the voices raising the price gradually became less frequent.
Seven million high-grade divine stones are already a huge amount of money, and ordinary monks who have reached the seventh level of Xutian may not be able to get it in one go, so many monks have given up bidding.
"Ten million high-grade divine stones!"
Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded, attracting everyone's attention.
In the front seat, a petite woman wearing a mask raised the price by three million, shocking the entire audience.
Zhuo Wen looked at the back of the petite woman, with a smile on his lips, and said: "Eleven million high-grade sacred stones!"
As soon as Zhuo Wen finished shouting, the petite woman turned around, glared at Zhuo Wen fiercely, and then angrily added another million high-grade sacred stones, and then looked at Zhuo Wen with the eyes of a winner.
After the price reached 10 million, there were almost no other voices. The only bidders were Zhuo Wen and the petite masked woman in front of him.
Zhuo Wen didn't care about the look cast by the woman. He shook his head and said nothing. He came here just for the quota.
With his current price, he was already ranked second, so he had already secured the spot, so he would not bid out of anger with this woman.
Ziwei Xingjun has already called once before, and his bidding price is ranked fourth, so he can obviously get a spot.
When the petite woman saw that Zhuo Wen remained silent, the smile in her eyes became stronger and stronger. She immediately turned her head away and simply ignored Zhuo Wen.
After the old man's three calls, all five quotas were finalized, and the old man also sent someone to hand over a black jade plaque to Zhuo Wen and the five others. This jade plaque was obviously a symbol of the quota.
Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun each got a quota.
Among the remaining three places, except for the petite woman wearing a mask, the other place is for a woman with a calm temperament sitting next to the petite woman.
And the last spot fell into the hands of a man in black.
After getting the quota, the man in black hurriedly left the black market.
Moreover, Zhuo Wen discovered in his consciousness that after the man in black left, several people in the black market followed him in a familiar manner, obviously with evil intentions.
"It often happens in the black market that gangsters prey on gangsters. Brother Long, let's go too!" Ziwei Xingjun also noticed the situation after the man in black left and said calmly.
Zhuo Wen did not move, however. His eyes fell on the two petite women who were about to get up and leave, with a look of thought on their faces.
Ziwei Xingjun noticed Zhuo Wen's gaze and said with a smile: "Brother Long, don't you want to set your sights on those two women?"
Zhuo Wen shook his head and said calmly: "No, these two women feel very familiar to me, a bit like my acquaintances, let's go over and have a look!"
Ziwei Xingjun shrugged without saying anything, and slowly followed Zhuo Wen out of the black market.
However, the moment Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun left the black market, they also discovered that several people were quietly following behind them.
When Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun completely left the black market and entered an extremely remote alley in the outside world, several people following them immediately rushed out and blocked their way.
A total of four people appeared in front of them. The first one was a big man with beards and a powerful aura. He was actually a strong man at the eighth level of Xutian. The other three were all from the seventh level of Xutian.
After the four people left the black market, they took off the masks on their faces and looked at Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun jokingly.
"Keep the jade medal you got and get out of here!" the bearded man said with great disdain.
Zhuo Wen himself concealed most of his aura and did not look like a strong man, while Ziwei Xingjun cultivated extreme power. If he did not fight, he would look no different from an ordinary monk.
"Go away! If you dare to say a word again, even if you kneel down and beg for mercy, you will die!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold. A mere monk from Xutian Baden actually dared to rob him. He was really impatient.
The four bearded men all had gloomy eyes. The bearded man sneered: "Arrogant guy, originally I only planned to cripple you and not kill you. Now I think you should pay the price for your arrogance!"
As he spoke, the bearded man suddenly stepped out and punched out. The power of his punch was concentrated to the extreme, setting off bursts of strong wind, like an angry dragon coming out of the sea, towards Zhuo Wen.
The other three people did not take action, but watched the show with playful eyes.
The bearded man was very powerful. The three of them had all seen it with their own eyes. In their opinion, the young man in white before them would definitely die.
Unfortunately, the moment the bearded man punched Zhuo Wen on the left cheek, he immediately felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. Then his right hand suddenly lost all feeling, and a sense of pain filled his whole body.
The moment he was about to cry out in pain, he was horrified to find that his head had disappeared.