When Zhang Muyang heard this, he immediately looked at Bai Ling'er and asked curiously: "Oh, Ling'er, do you know such a magical place?"

Bai Ling'er nodded with certainty and looked at Zhang Muyang and said, "Well, I've actually been to that place. It's near my hometown. Everyone over us calls it Thunder Valley."

"Thunder Valley?" Zhang Muyang raised his eyebrows. He had heard of this place in his previous life, but he had not heard anyone say that there was a strange treasure in his past life. If it weren't for Ling'er's reminder, he wouldn't remember such a place at all. However, the news he received in his previous life was probably a castrated version. Something abnormal is more like a monster. Who knows if there will be any hidden treasures? Especially in this era, since there are often lightning strikes there, there must be something unusual. Anyway, I have nothing to do recently. After the auction is over, you can go and take a look.

Thinking of this, Zhang Muyang's eyes lit up. He took out a Qi training pill from the Qiankun bag and asked to give it to Bai Ling'er, but Bai Ling'er refused. She raised the human skin mask that Zhang Muyang gave her just now, and said with a smile: "Little brother, you have already paid the bill."

Zhang Muyang was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, this little girl would take out this thing. As soon as he was about to speak, Bai Ling'er giggled and said, "Little brother, even if you want to pay us, you should go to Leiming Valley. Are we not rewarded without any merit?"

Although Zhang Muyang was joking when he saw the little girl, his tone was very strong and he didn't force it. Anyway, he wanted to go to Thunder Valley. No matter whether there were any benefits or not, he would never treat this little girl like an elf unfairly.

After leaving the teahouse, Zhang Muyang went directly to the auction. Although the auction will officially begin tomorrow, many monks or warriors have already hung the information they want to sell things at the auction. Through some LCD screens in the town, they play it in a loop. It is really a perfect combination of modern technology and monk civilization. Although I can't see the authentic products, I also know what is going on at this auction.

Regarding those advertisements, Zhang Muyang took a few simple glances and ignored them. At the auction, he found the organizer, threw out a body tempering pill and a Qi training pill, and told them that they were going to auction at the auction, but he asked for barter or something about thunder. After that, he ignored the man's surprised eyes, took the license plate needed to enter the auction hall, and turned around and left.

Just when Zhang Muyang was about to return to the hotel, he met Fan Da, a brother from the Fan family on the mountain road. He grinned at Zhang Muyang and said, "Boy, I'm reminding you that it's best not to be idle lately. I know that you are not from Longhu Mountain."

Zhang Muyang ignored this guy's provocation, and he was too lazy to look at him. It was like an elephant in nature. He would not be angry when facing the clamor of the ants under his feet. Only when he blocked his own way would he step to death. In addition, he would not change his itinerary because of the ants, so as not to waste time.

Seeing that the boss of the Fan family was ignored, the hatred in his eyes became more and more intense. Although he could not see Zhang Muyang's cultivation level, he did not think that Zhang Muyang was his opponent. If this kid hadn't made him feel a little timid, Zhang Youren might have died in the wilderness, and the "thing" in Bai Ling'er's hand was also in his hands.

"Boy, if you don't listen to your advice, you will die miserably." Fan Da did not take action rashly, but said something miserably behind Zhang Muyang.

But Zhang Muyang paused for a moment and smiled indifferently. He said, "Is that so? Then I want to see how miserable I will be."

Back at the hotel arranged by Zhang Youren, I sat cross-legged and practiced. At night, I didn’t find any night attacks, nor did I have any young lady who came to serve.

The next morning, Zhang Muyang, Bai Ling'er and Zhang Youren went to the auction hall together after breakfast. When they arrived at the entrance of the auction hall, hundreds of people had gathered here. Zhang Muyang smashed his mouth. This was the first pioneer in the Chinese cultivation world. Unlike those waiting to queue up, Zhang Youren is a regular guest here and has the identity of a disciple of Longhu Mountain, so there is naturally a special passage.

All monks like them were in the second floor of the auction. After entering the auction venue, there was no warm-up activity outside the world. They came up directly to the auction of dry goods. Everyone was busy with time and no one cared about those stupid things.

With the host's simple opening, the first auction item was held on the stage. It turned out to be a long sword, all over black, cast from stainless steel, and other materials, and made of magic tools.

The host didn't talk nonsense with his long sword, and started to use experiments. After cutting a few sections of steel that was thick with wrists in succession, he began to quote: "You have also seen the power of this sword. The minimum price is twenty Qi Pills or one hundred Body Pills. Please."

As soon as the host finished speaking, there was noisy in the auction venue.

Zhang Youren sniffed and said, "This thing is really not cheap. I have saved up twenty Qi Pills for so many years." Although he was a little jealous of the sword, the price made him feel very painful. If Qi Pills appear on the market, the price of a elixir will be at least over 10 million.

Now that spiritual energy has just recovered, there are only a few sects in the entire Chinese cultivation world who can refine alchemy. Twenty qi-cultivation pills are enough to mean that these small hermit sects have almost a year of elixir use. Even for mountain gates like Longhu Mountain, there are not many. For true disciples like Zhang Youren, there are only twenty or thirty ones a year. Apart from what he usually uses for his practice, there are really only a few left, so Zhang Youren felt pain.

After Zhang Muyang glanced at the sword, he lost interest. He was just the most trashy magic weapon. The three-foot-three-piece sword on his body was an immortal sword. He has been nourished by him until now and has never been stained with blood. The mere magic weapon cannot reach his magic eyes.

However, this thing is not worth seeing for Zhang Muyang, but it is different for others, especially since this sword is still a magic weapon, and magic weapons rarely appear at this auction. This time, not only are the martial arts practitioners eager to practice, but even some monks were quite moved.

With magical tools in hand, monks can sometimes double or even multiple times when fighting with people.

After the first bidding, a young man dressed as a young man bought it with fifty Qi training pills. Zhang Muyang glanced at his cultivation level. He was barely in the early stage of Qi training, and probably was the silly son of that sect.

After the first auction, other messy things began to appear on the venue, such as magic weapons, elixirs, spiritual medicines, and even some residual chapters of Qi training. These were not of great value to Zhang Muyang, but Bai Linger and Zhang Youren were excited.

Zhang Muyang's spiritual consciousness was not on the auction items at this time, but on the three monks not far from him.
Chapter completed!