"In this spirit ring, there are ten tokens, which are the transfer tokens of the top-grade heavenly source spar veins, worth more than 100 million, enough to auction off your Xuantian Dinghaivine!"

Zhuo Wen threw a spirit ring to Baili Jinglun and left the inner room.

Baili Jinglun didn't dare to accept Zhuo Wen's things at first, but when he wanted to speak, Zhuo Wen had already left.

Baili Jinglun sighed softly, opened the spirit ring, checked it, and found it familiar.

"Huh? This is the transfer token of Qinglei Trading Company? I know who this senior is!"

Baili Jinglun's pupils shrank slightly, and his gaze became complicated. He didn't expect that this casual cultivator was actually that one.

It's just that he wondered why that person didn't send him a message in advance when he came, so he would also prepare a VIP seat for him.

"Old Ancestor! Do you know that lord just now? Who is he! And if he goes out like this, aren't you afraid? After all, there are many strong people waiting for him outside..."

Baili Qiuling forced herself to stand up, with lingering fears in her heart, seeing Baili Jinglun's appearance at this moment, she couldn't help asking curiously.

"You don't need to worry about this senior! With this lord's strength, those people outside may not be able to kill him!"

When Baili Jinglun said this, the scenes that happened at Qinglei Trading Company couldn't help but rang in his mind, and his heart was full of emotion, knowing that that person was not an ordinary person to be messed with.

The moment Zhuowen walked out of Lingfeng Firm, many spiritual thoughts fell on him, and these spiritual thoughts were very presumptuous and extremely blatant.

On the outskirts of Lingfeng Trading Company, many monster monks gathered.

Most of these were people in the lobby of the auction house. When they saw Zhuo Wen coming out, they showed pity on their faces tacitly.

They knew very well that the yellow-faced middle-aged man in front of them was doomed. After all, this guy dared to take pictures of Xuantian Ding Haiteng.

Every man is innocent and conceives his crime!

This person has no background and will eventually become the target of public criticism. It can be said that he is doomed.

"Miscellaneous! You finally came out. This seat has warned you long ago. Instead of listening, you dared to rob this seat. Today, this seat came here to collect debts. If you don't want to die, obediently send Hand over your spirit ring!"

A figure finally couldn't hold back, and slowly came out from the shadows, it was the Wanzong Poison King.

This Wanzong Poison King was dressed in a black robe, with bumps on his face, and his appearance could be described as extremely ugly.

But this guy's aura is very strong, and he turned out to be a strong man in the early stage of the second decline.

And the moment the Wanzong Poison King appeared, Zhuo Wen realized that this guy had secretly poisoned him.

He is no stranger to this poison, it is three thousand ecstasy incense, a poison that can instantly make monks insane, and is very effective for monks below the half-step heaven-breaking realm.

"The things with clearly marked prices at the auction, the one with the highest price gets it. I paid a higher price than you, and I got it. Why did you say it was stolen?" Zhuo Wen said plainly.

Wan Zong Poison King frowned slightly, and he looked at Zhuo Wen in surprise.

He obviously poured three thousand ecstasy incense on Zhuo Wen secretly, this guy should be passed out now, why is he still sober.

"I'm quite courageous. If you don't hand it over today, then I can only do it!"

After Wan Zong Poison King finished speaking, he shot decisively, and with a wave of his sleeves, the poisonous mist suddenly spread out, covering Zhuo Wen overwhelmingly, and drowning Zhuo Wen in an instant.

As soon as the poisonous fog came out, many monster monks around had already retreated far away.

Wan Zong Poison King's poison is terrifying, they dare not be contaminated by this poisonous mist, otherwise, they will not even know how to die.

And many strong men who were observing in the dark all frowned secretly. The poisonous mist of the Wanzong Poison King actually has the function of shielding spiritual thoughts.

The moment their spiritual thoughts came into contact with the poisonous mist, they were actually blocked out one after another. Now they can't detect clearly what happened inside the poisonous mist.

In the poisonous fog, Wan Zong Poison King's eyes were cold, and he was quickly approaching Zhuo Wen.

He released the poisonous mist on purpose, in order to quickly get rid of Zhuowen, and then fled immediately with the things on Zhuowen's body wrapped around him.

Whether it is the Soul Cultivation Pot or the Xuantian Dinghaivine, these are all supreme treasures, how could he let them go.

Moreover, although the casual cultivator in front of him is not strong enough, but he can produce so many heavenly source crystals, he must have a lot of secrets, and these things will all be his in the future.

"Hey, die! You casual cultivator is not strong enough, but you are very arrogant, but today I will show you how much the price of arrogance will be!"

"After you go to the underworld, remember that when you are not strong enough, don't pretend to be aggressive, or you will die too early!"

Wan Zong Poison King had already found Zhuo Wen's figure in the poisonous fog, his right hand formed a claw, and slammed towards Zhuo Wen's eyebrows, intending to kill him with one claw.

Zhuo Wen stood where he was, turning a blind eye to the poisonous fog around him. JrNovels.com