Chapter 1547



In the eight regions of the heaven, there are countless great forces.

In addition to the transcendent strength of the Eight Great Heavenly Emperors, there are also many great power families.

Although the strength is not strong, it has a deep foundation.

The deeper the background, the easier it is to cultivate a strong Heavenly Emperor.

Cultivating a strong Heavenly Emperor is not so easy, and requires a lot of resources.

"Young Master, you don't have so many crystal stones!" Nie Hanfeng said quickly, seeing that Feng Wuchen decided to go to Zixian Pavilion.

Feng Wuchen grinned and said, "Do I look like the kind of person who lacks spar?"

"Like!" Nie Hanfeng nodded without hesitation.

"..." Feng Wuchen couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Feng Wuchen really doesn't have as many as five billion spar. Among the treasures collected, Feng Wuchen doesn't care about the spar, and now it is at most more than three billion.

"How many spar can be sold for a roll of Immortal Jue?" Feng Wuchen asked.

Nie Hanfeng thought for a while and said, "Xianjue is precious and rare, and it should be able to sell hundreds of millions of spar in Zixian Pavilion, but this level of treasure is rarely sold, and only Zixian Pavilion has it for sale. The price over there is estimated. higher."

Feng Wuchen nodded and said: "Okay, you bring all the people here to practice, the treasures of heaven and earth, spiritual liquid, and medicinal herbs only work, time is tight, let them retreat and practice as soon as possible."

"Yes!" Nie Hanfeng said respectfully.

After exiting the Jiuzhong Qiankun Pagoda, Feng Wuchen followed Feng Zhengxiong and said hello, and immediately set off for Xianyu.

With Feng Wuchen's current 1st-layer Heavenly Emperor's cultivation base, it was only an instant to go from the spiritual realm to the immortal realm.

Feng Wuchen is no stranger to Xianyu.

All the way to Zixian Pavilion directly.

"Among the ancient prescriptions recorded by the Dragon God Clan, I remember that there is a very powerful divine medicine pill. The Great Elder has not made any progress in research for many years. Not to mention that it is very difficult to refine medicine pills. The medicinal materials alone are extremely rare. I don't know. Will there be these herbs in Zixian Pavilion?" Feng Wuchen muttered while flying.

Long Zun in the previous life was not an alchemist, and the ancient prescription was also seen by Long Zun when he was reading ancient books, but he didn't care at that time.

"If that ancient medicinal pill can be refined, the cultivation of the Dragon God Temple and the people of the Dragon God Clan will definitely improve by leaps and bounds." The more Feng Wuchen thought about it, the more excited he became, hoping that Zixian Pavilion would not disappoint him.

Of course, Feng Wuchen didn't hold out much hope, after all, the medicinal materials of that medicinal herb were too rare.

It is a unique existence.

The Zixian Pavilion is located on the top of Ziyun Mountain in the north of Xianyu. The palace is majestic and full of awe.

At the same time, there are many large and small forces around Ziyun Dian, which is the most prosperous area of ​​Xianyu.

Purple Cloud City.

Feng Wuchen walked alone on the streets of the city. This was the only way to Zixian Pavilion. If others wanted to fly up, it would break the rules of Zixian Pavilion, and the consequences would be very serious.

"Ziyun City has gathered so many strong people, is there an auction recently?" Feng Wuchen secretly thought, just entering the city, Feng Wuchen sensed many powerful auras.

They are all powerhouses at the level of Heavenly Emperor and Great Heavenly Emperor.

It was really said by Feng Wuchen that in three days, the Zixian Pavilion will hold an auction!

After inquiring, I learned that there was an auction, and Feng Wuchen was extremely excited.

The Zixian Pavilion holds an auction, and there are all kinds of rare treasures, and they will never disappoint.

The auction of Zixian Pavilion has never disappointed.

It only started three days later, and Feng Wuchen was not in a hurry to go to Zixian Pavilion, but found a restaurant.

The restaurant is booming and full of friends.

And the powerhouses are like clouds, obviously from the powerhouses of major regional forces.

The purpose is also the Zixian Pavilion auction.

"Guest officer, I'm really sorry, there's no room left." The second shopkeeper respectfully greeted the wind and dust, and said very apologetically.

Feng Wuchen looked inside the restaurant and said, "There is just one."

The shop assistant looked back and saw that there was indeed, and quickly said, "Guest officer, please, please, please."

There was no place at first, but when Feng Wuchen came, someone just happened to leave, and the place was vacated, and the shop assistant led Feng Wuchen in without saying a word.

"Hey, kid, get out of the way!" Just when Feng Wuchen was about to sit down, a tall and burly man stopped Feng Wuchen with a rude expression.

"Are you talking to me?" Feng Wuchen glanced at the big man indifferently.

"Are you blind? Get out! This is our young master's position!" the big man shouted angrily, extremely arrogant.

"This..." The shop boy didn't dare to let go, he was a guest on one side and a big man on the other, how could he dare to interrupt?

Feng Wuchen didn't change his face, just sat down and poured tea as if nothing had happened.

Feng Wuchen could see at a glance the cultivation of the big man, the middle stage of the gods.

The cultivator of the Heavenly God Realm, Feng Wuchen really didn't take it seriously.

Under the Great Heavenly Emperor are all ants!

Seeing this scene, the cultivators at other tables in the restaurant all cast gloating and astonished glances.

"That kid must be crazy! He has no idea what kind of horrible person he is facing!"

"It's arrogant enough! It's a pity that there is no arrogant capital! Offending the young master of the Thunder Temple, there is only one way to go."

"Those who don't know are fearless. This arrogant kid must not know the horror of the young master of Thunder God Temple, otherwise he will regret living in this world."

The cultivators of the restaurant are all smiles of schadenfreude, and no one is optimistic about Feng Wuchen.

Seeing Feng Wuchen's pretentious and arrogant attitude, the big man was furious: "Stinky boy! You are courting death!"

A majestic power erupted from the body of the big man, shocking everyone almost out of breath, and their faces were full of panic.

"Little brother, I advise you to leave first. They are the people of the Thunder God Temple. You must not offend them. Hurry up, so as not to lose your life." The terrified shop assistant immediately whispered in Feng Wuchen's ear.

Feng Wuchen smiled and said nothing.

In desperation, the shop assistant had to step back obediently, Feng Wuchen didn't listen, and he couldn't do anything.

"Mingshan, step back."

Just when the big man was about to kill Feng Wuchen, a dull voice came from behind him.

Ming Shan immediately closed his hands and stepped back respectfully.

A young man walked slowly, and the eyes of many strong people in the restaurant immediately showed respect.

The restaurant fell silent in an instant.

Obviously, this young man's identity is very powerful.

He is Lei Li, the young master of the Thunder God Temple.

Feng Wuchen didn't even look at it, and continued drinking tea as if nothing had happened.

A chill flashed in the depths of Lei Li's eyes, but he remained calm and said indifferently, "This friend, can this young master sit here?"

"No." Feng Wuchen refused without hesitation.

Lei Li seems polite, but in fact, he is dealing with Feng Wuchen with a high attitude.

As soon as Feng Wuchen's words came out, the faces of everyone in the restaurant were all confused, looking at Feng Wuchen's eyes, as if they were looking at an idiot.