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Chapter 127 It's Great to Be a Villain Again

The atmosphere was stalemate for a while, and Chen Mou didn't feel embarrassed. He took out a plain white envelope from his cuff, and threw it to Deacon Xue who was hundreds of feet away. He looked up at the mountain without saying a word.

Worried about fraud, the old man in brown wrapped the envelope that was flying lightly with his magic power, checked it carefully several times, and handed it to Deacon Xue.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Deacon Xue's mouth. This is to use the power behind him to suppress him. Why did you go before?
Tear off the seal, and pour out a silver bill and a folded note from inside.

"[-] spirit stone silver tickets!"

The brown-clothed old man and a few other people watched it quietly, but they were quite moved in their hearts. It is really rare to openly bribe someone with [-] spirit stones, and he is too brainless.

Due to the long-term war in Fufeng Continent, hundreds of ethnic groups were mixed together. Later, the Hundred Clans Cultivation Association was established. Each city has branches to jointly restrain the forces on the mainland. The business circulation is convenient and the risk is reduced.

The sneer in Deacon Xue's eyes was even worse. He opened the note and saw that there were only three lines written on it.

He froze for a moment, quickly closed the note, and squeezed it tightly in his palm.

He looked fiercely at the idiot who didn't even bother to pay attention to him, and his fists were clenched with veins.

The note contained two lines of privacy about his treachery, only the time, place and amount of money, and the other line contained an address, which was the outer room where he secretly hid and the residence of his illegitimate son.

Bribing with spirit stones in one hand, threatening with red fruit in the other hand, it is not uncommon to even cover up and pretend.

In fact, there is this ten thousand spirit stone worshiping the pier, which is completely qualified to participate in the auction of Yuzhumen. Let's get familiar with it first, why make it so tense and discordant, and go to the end of the road?
Deacon Xue knocked out his teeth and swallowed his blood, put the Lingshi banknote into his sleeve, turned around and flew up the mountain: "Everyone who comes is a guest, all go to the mountain to participate in the auction."

There are some things that should not be made public, if he dares to expose his old background and use dirty tricks to threaten and manipulate him, he certainly has a way to deal with the ignorant and thick-skinned little boy.

The other group of monks didn't dare to do anything wrong. They watched as they severely injured a companion, and the four of them walked up the mountain road. They took away the sword and the dropped saber, and they were so angry that they couldn't get angry.

From the mountainside to the top of the mountain, there are stretches of pavilions, attics and hall buildings, the grayness is no longer bright, and most of the doors are sealed.

More than a dozen Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment disciples, led by a dark-skinned, white-haired old monk, sat quietly cross-legged in the corner of the main hall square, silent without saying a word.

They are Yuzhumen monks who have nowhere to go, stick to the end, waiting to go and belong.

Before the dust settled, they still had a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

Walking into the main hall with the "Jade Bamboo Gate" plaque hung, Chen Mou glanced at the group of monks who had arrived first, as if looking at a group of local chickens and dogs with their nostrils upturned, admiring the ancient carvings and paintings on the dome of the zenith. Pay attention, let alone say hello.

Deacon Xue stood together with those people, chatted enthusiastically and in a friendly manner, clearly different from the four people who were isolated.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, three monks from the city guard and a middle-aged fat man with a haggard look came.

Deacon Xue greeted the monks of the City Guard Army, and then explained some matters about the Yuzhu Gate auction, and then announced: "The auction starts, and the starting price of the Yuzhu Gate is [-] spirit stones, and each price increase must not be less than [-] spirit stones. "

A young man in a white gown raised his hand and said with a smile, "11. Mr. He joins in the fun. If you guys save face, the best 'Yanyu Building' in the city will be open for three days and three nights. Count me in as a treat."

Immediately, a young monk in a purple dress raised his hand and scolded with a smile: "Mr. He, you are a scumbag. Who cares about those Yingyingyanyans in your house? If you want us to be fulfilled, you have to show sincerity, 12 yuan!" .”

Several sons and grandpas talked to each other, teased and made fun of each other, and raised the price from 16 to [-].

The haggard middle-aged fat man had a bitter face, his ancestral property was sold at a low price in front of him, like being cut by a blunt knife, his cheeks twitched in pain, and he didn't dare to say a word.

Looking at the situation, he couldn't pay off the debt, the middle-aged fat man cursed secretly, but there was nothing he could do.

Chen Mou snorted coldly through his nostrils, and looked at everything with disdainful eyes: "50 Lingshi. I am in a hurry, who wants to increase the price, please hurry up, don't be a man."

The whole hall is silent.

Hua Chaoyue, Shangguan Sheng, and Shen Xing's three family members were also shocked.

They have analyzed with their young master that this evacuated small sect is worth at most 40 spirit stones. If they are given time to operate calmly and manage up and down, they can spend 30 to acquire a small sect.

Deacon Xue had a half-smile on his face. He was watching the excitement, and he no longer needed to push the flames.

It's nice to have money, but spending money indiscriminately is the way to death.

The middle-aged fat man was overjoyed, there is no unparalleled road, and finally he didn't have to spend the rest of his life mining to pay off his debts. He paid off his debts once and still had a good balance.

Good man.

The six young monks who participated in the auction glared at the spoiler who forcibly intervened, it was too much, and they played the role of prestige on them, discussing countermeasures with each other through voice transmission.

The young monk in purple clothes said in a deep voice: "I will increase the price by ten thousand." Staring at the Taoist priest in green with his nostrils upturned, he said slowly: "Rely on your parents at home and friends when you go out. ?”

He had no choice but to sign up for his family status, trying to make that stunned young man who appeared out of nowhere quit.

"60 million spirit stones."

Chen Mou had a smirk on his face: "You can try another [-]!"

He didn't come here to make friends, it's great to be a villain.

He knew that Wangyou Casino was backed by a Nascent Soul cultivator named Wei Wuyi, and Wei Wuyi was an elder of a loose alliance called "Banbitan" and an elder of the Cultivation United Branch of Qianfeng City. The relationship is complicated.

The cultivator in purple clothes had a fierce look in his eyes, and was just about to speak, when he was stopped by two strong guards beside him, who tried to dissuade him through sound transmission. Shell is a small sect, and it's no brainer to make other jokes.

How to explain to the family after going back?

It's safe to stop now and leave the trouble to the family.

"You have the seeds, let's wait and see!"

What the monk in purple clothes thought was in his pocket was lost in full view, and he threw up his sleeves and left angrily.

It took nearly ten years for the family, wasting countless energy and spiritual stones, and owed a lot of favors, and finally ended in such a shameful end, the monk in purple clothes lost all face and could only leave.

The two guards who fell behind cast a deep glance at the four of them, and followed them out.

Deacon Xue waited for a while, knowing that it was impossible for someone to spend a lot of money to take over this small broken sect. Businessmen were chasing profits and losing money, and no one would do business, unless it was a scumbag with too much money to spend.

He took advantage of the opportunity to announce the end of the auction and hand over the Lingshi contract on the spot.

Chen Mou took out two storage bags and dumped them on the ground of the main hall, "crash", the middle-grade spirit stones piled up into a hill, shining with jewels and gemstones, it was very visually shocking.

Everyone thought that this son was deliberately showing off his wealth with spirit stones, without exchanging them for spirit stone tickets in advance.

The other five young monks looked strange and led their subordinates to leave one after another.

The auction has already been settled, and the following drama has just started, so take your time.

It's very capable to offend many forces in the city with one's own strength, let's see how the new Yuzhu Gate will gain a foothold?

Don't think that buying the small sect will make you a member of Qianfeng City.

It is not easy to live outside the city, especially at night, Yuzhumen is seventy or eighty miles away from the city, waiting for the formalities to be completed in the first few days, if you want to hold the territory you have, you need a certain amount of strength and skill.

The power behind this idiot would be nothing if he didn't show his face.

After counting the spirit stones, a monk from the city guard undid the mana restriction in the middle-aged fat man's body.

Chen Mou, Deacon Xue, and the middle-aged fat man Lianhan, under the witness of the three city guard monks, signed the three parties' signatures. Chen Mou got the ownership of Yuzhumen, but changed the name of the sect to "Taisu Mountain", and was shallow It will take three to five days for the Fengcheng Hundred Clans Cultivation United Branch to formally register and recognize it.

Deacon Xue smiled and cupped his hands: "Master Chen Shan, we will meet later, so farewell!"

He "acts by the rules", upholds justice, and waits for a good show.

The mysterious young monk named "Chen Miaozhi" in front of him can take out 60 spirit stones and spend a lot of money to buy a small sect, so the family power must be good.

A strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake, and it has been the same since ancient times. I don't know why the other party has to break the rules?
Chen Mou, whose alias was Chen Miaozhi, cupped his hands and said a few polite words before sending Deacon Xue, the three city guard monks and a group of people down the mountain.

In the entire Taisu Mountain, which is more than ten miles long, there are no outsiders, except Lianhan who stays in the main hall square on the top of the mountain and talks to more than a dozen low-ranking monks.

The rain is about to come, and the wind is blowing.

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(End of this chapter)