Chapter 890: Vestment

No one can think of this change.

The monk beside him was a little sluggish.

Jin Wucai was also speechless and couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and shouted, "Kurobe, are you crazy? Would you rather give someone the original stone, just don't want me to get the Qingming vest?"

Kurobe snorted, "I am willing, you can't control it."

The two looked at each other, letting no one else, they were all angry, while the Penglai Island monk on the high platform had a dark and refreshing expression, "Well, the bigger the noise, the more Penglai Island earns. , The Qingming vestments were not sold by others."

"Friends, who of you wants to bid, stand up and take a look?"

Jin Wucai looked away and looked at the monks calmly, but his eyes were full of threats, which made people feel cold when they saw it.

Several monks who just wanted to stand up sat down again.

Someone communicated by voice.

"This... Although it's a great deal, it's a big trouble to get into Jin Wucai."

"If you want to be beautiful, do you just provoke Jin Wucai? You want a vestment, I dare say, you can't get out of the East China Sea. Not only Jin Wucai, Kuroshio will definitely find you crazy and ask for his original stone , And vestments, unless you are strong enough, otherwise..."

"Your reminder, it's really true that the bidding now is definitely the life of being besieged by the two kings, and when you give you the original stone, you will probably get involved, so you can't escape."

"Maybe they are all in collusion, just waiting for others to speak, and they can get the treasure without the flower yuan stone."

"Really, it's too despicable."

Most of the monks hesitated their lives, looking forward and backward, even if there was a one percent chance, they didn't dare to take risks. They all hesitated for a while, and no one spoke.

Jin Wucai showed a bit of pride, and said slowly, "You guys are really for the sake of saving face. I will invite Penglai Pavilion for a drink. What do you want to eat?"

Kurobe was angry, "Is nobody shouting?"

At this time, Zhou Shu slowly stood up, but he showed a lot of hesitation, "Oh, I want to shout, but unfortunately there are only 20,000 yuan."

"Twenty thousand?"

Black beard stayed for a while, and through the smoke, he could vaguely see the beard vibrating, a little bit angry.

But looking around, it seemed that no one else had the intention to bid, so he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Twenty thousand is twenty thousand! I will give you seventy-one, and now you have ninety-one!"

"what?"

Zhou Shu exclaimed, "Do you really mean it?"

"Nonsense, if you dare to shout, I dare to give it!"

Black Beard glared at Jin Wucai and turned to Zhou Shu, with a lot of fierce light in his eyes, "Are you shouting?"

Zhou Shu nodded, turned to the high platform, and said seriously, "Ninety thousand and one, seventy thousand of which was given by this fellow Taoist. I only have 20,000 yuan."

As soon as these words came out, many monks and Jin Wucai were all stunned.

Jin Wucai looked stunned, and opened his mouth wide, as if swallowing a raw eggplant that he couldn't swallow. "Unexpectedly, someone really shouted the price, and he was a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm... The cultivators of the Transcendent God Realm were afraid of him and He Xu, this Nascent Soul Realm, is it because of the leopard's guts?"

The monk on the high platform nodded to Zhou Shu and looked around, "Ninety thousand one, is there a higher one?"

Jin Wucai stood two steps forward, questioning him, "Daoist, can this add up?"

The cultivator smiled and spread his hands, "If others are willing to give it, it doesn't count, of course it counts."

Jin Wucai's complexion was stagnant, and he turned around and looked around. Obviously no one had the intention to give him the Yuanshi. To scare others, others would be afraid, but if he wanted to take out the Yuanshi from others, it was a thousand. It's difficult.

He turned his head to look at the high platform, and said in a deep voice, "No, this can't be counted..."

Before he was halfway through the words, a black smoke flashed across, and Jin Wucai's figure suddenly shook, and suddenly a dark handprint appeared on his face. Even through the smoke, he could see clearly.

Obviously, Jin Wucai was slapped fiercely by the black smoke, and the black smoke deliberately left unresolved palm prints, killing chickens and showing them to the monkeys, in order to emulate them.

There was silence, and the monks in the hall were silent.

"I reminded you, don't mess up."

The cold words gradually dissipated as the black smoke gradually dissipated, while Jin Wucai covered his face and did not speak for a while.

There was a lot of humiliation in his heart, but there was no way.

He is the king in the East China Sea, but he is not qualified to engage in trouble on Penglai Island.

The monk on the high platform glanced at Jin Wucai, his expression was extremely cold. Although he was just an ordinary monk, his cultivation strength was not as good as Jin Wucai, and not as good as many other monks, but he stood here, representing Penglai Island. , Has the highest right to speak in the hall, and no one can object to what is said.

Zhou Shu secretly shook his head, also a little frightened.

The act of slapping customers is impossible to see in other merchants. It is considered the most offensive thing. But Penglai Island is not a merchant and is not afraid of offending people at all, because the treasures of the Penglai Sea Club cannot be bought elsewhere. A monk must get something if he wants it, even if it is offended, and the strength of Penglai Island is strong enough that he does not worry about others' revenge.

The phantom in the black smoke obviously had its strength far from the realm of God, but Zhou Shu had never been impressed, nor had he seen it in Wushuang City.

The monk on the high platform swept towards everyone, "Ninety thousand one, is there any higher?"

The cultivators were a little dumbfounded, and no one responded after a long time.

"Very goodThe Qingming vestment belongs to this fellow Taoist!"

After the hammer fell, Zhou Shu showed a lot of joy, but after the smoke, no one showed it.

The snipe and the clam fought for the fisherman's profit, Jin Wucai and Blackbeard fought back and forth, and also annoyed Penglai Island. In the end, he only used 20,000 yuan to get the Qingming vestment. Of course, it was too good to be better. He didn't think of it himself.

The blue-clothed cultivator walked over with the jade plate, and the vestments on the plate were shining brightly, attracting all the monks' eyes.

Zhou Shu took out the 20,000 yuan stone, carefully let it go, then turned his head to look at Kurobe, and arched his hand, "This fellow Taoist, you can't break your promise."

Kurosu glanced at Zhou Shu and then at the high platform. He felt like dozens of different fires were burning together, and smoke was coming out of the seven orifices, but what he said in this hall could not be taken back. He could only pretend to be As if nothing had happened.

"Hehe, I never tell lies!"

Kurobe laughed heartily, walked over step by step, then took out the essence stone and handed it over.

Seeing the white-flowered primordial stone falling like water, Zhou Shu nodded slightly, very satisfied.

And Blackbeard's face was full of haze, and as he put down the original stone, a killing intent flashed in his eyes, quietly letting out a trace of divine thought, and sending it to Zhou Shu.

"Take Lao Tzu's primordial stone, so you can die without a place to bury you!"

However, this behavior was as early as Zhou Shu's expectation. His divine consciousness was always alert around the body. Almost at the same time that Blackbeard moved his hands, he felt the trace of divine consciousness attached to his body.

Zhou Shu just ignored him and turned to Black Beard, and said, "The daoists help freely. I really admire such a great virtue."

As he said, he took the Qingming vest and rubbed it a few times, "It's a good baby, okay."

Seeing that the black beard's teeth are itchy, I want to do it right away, but I can only force a smile and arch my hands, and step back slowly. (To be continued.)