Ming Jiutian was also puzzled, didn't he have no spirit stones? How can you still come in this fairy building to consume?

It is said that the consumption standard of the Immortal Mansion is very high, and the consumption level of this Moyi Heaven's Immortal Mansion is significantly higher than that of other Heavenly Domains.

Is there such a deception in the upper realm? Ming Jiutian couldn't help but seriously look at the middle-aged man next to him with a bamboo basket on his back again.

I saw that the middle-aged man didn't order anything else after he sat down, but simply asked for something for the child to eat.

After the things came up, he took out the child in the bamboo basket and took care of it carefully.

Although the middle-aged man in front of him seemed to be only at the realm of the middle stage of the Golden Immortal, his intuition told Ming Jiutian that this was probably not the case.

The middle-aged man had been feeding the child, but suddenly stopped, turned his head slightly, as if he realized the gaze cast by Ming Jiutian, and after a little hesitation, he continued to feed the child.

Seeing the middle-aged man's movements, Ming Jiutian smiled and withdrew his gaze, it seemed that it was really not what he saw in front of him, this middle-aged man really hid his true cultivation.

"Little second brother..."

Ming Jiutian beckoned to the shopkeeper who was busy not far away.

"Come, this fairy friend, what do you command?" After the shopkeeper came up, he hurriedly greeted enthusiastically.

"Give the table next to him another one he asked for, and pack another fifty points, count it mine..."

When the shopkeeper heard this, he immediately ran away with a smile, it seems that occasionally doing good deeds is still the most in line with Ming Jiutian's style, this feeling makes Ming Jiutian feel very comfortable.

"No need, thank you for this fellow Daoist," the middle-aged man suddenly turned around and refused when he heard this.

Hearing the other party's refusal, Ming Jiutian shook his head helplessly, it seems that those whose strength has reached a certain level are extremely face-loving, how can they accept other people's charity for no reason?

"Self-inflicted, you think it's for you? You don't need to eat and drink, but the child who is growing up right now can't, I'll just leave it to you for safekeeping..."Ming Jiutian snorted coldly and drank the wine in his hand.

The reason why Ming Jiutian said this was also to take into account the middle-aged man's psychological activities, and he would not be recycled if he gave it away.

At this moment, the middle-aged man smiled and nodded, but he didn't say anything, presumably because he should have understood Ming Jiutian's intentions.

After eating and drinking, Ming Jiutian burped a few times, and then walked upstairs and found a room to rest in the innermost room.

After a while, the middle-aged man also went upstairs with his child, and coincidentally happened to live next door to Ming Jiutian.

Seeing Ming Jiutian, the middle-aged man nodded, and Ming Jiutian smiled at this in response.

Soon the hustle and bustle on the street outside gradually came to an end, and after closing the window, Ming Jiutian returned to the bed and sat cross-legged, and took out the puppet and placed it next to it for warning.

At midnight, the puppet that had been on guard suddenly moved towards the door, and the puppet's actions showed that an unknown danger was approaching this place at this moment.

Sure enough, at this moment, an extremely powerful spiritual sense swept through the room where Ming Jiutian was, but it only swept and did not stop at all.

Ming Jiutian opened his eyes and glanced at the location of the door, the spiritual sense that had just investigated Ming Jiutian's room was at least at the level of the Saint Emperor, but he didn't know what his intentions were to snoop on here so blatantly.

Just as Ming Jiutian was thinking, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor outside the door, and after a while, the sound of a stormy fight sounded, listening to the sound should be next door, could it be the middle-aged man?

"Bang..."

The wall of the room where Ming Jiutian was located was smashed into a big hole, and a person whose head had been cut off half rolled over.

Ming Jiutian looked along the smashed wall, and saw that the middle-aged man before had already put the child in a bamboo basket and carried it behind him, and then fought fiercely with the intruder.

The middle-aged man glanced at Ming Jiutian, then split the window with a knife, jumped down, and ran into the distance.

As the middle-aged man fled, the group of men in black who were chasing him followed him.

At this moment, an old man in a black suit walked in, the old man was carrying his hands behind his back, looking very leisurely, about sixty years old.

After entering the house, he glanced at Ming Jiutian and then at the puppet beside Ming Jiutian, and after showing a very weird smile, he rushed in the direction where the middle-aged man fled.

Ming Jiutian was stunned for a moment, and there was a half-foot-long scar on the face of the old man in the black power suit, which was oblique on his face, and with that smile, it made Ming Jiutian feel very weird.

It's strange, according to Ming Jiutian's understanding, if you go out with such a terrifying scar on your face, do you have to at least find something to cover it a little.

Moreover, after the realm reached the Holy Emperor, it was easy to smooth out this scar on his face, but for some reason, he had to keep it forever.

"Ge Lao Zidi, I don't know how to hide away from a fight, I have to build a good wall, I have to make a north-south transparent, isn't this to let Ben Shao drink the northwest wind..."Ming Jiutian felt the wind pouring in from outside, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

There are a lot of murders and goods in the world, not every Ming Jiutian has to take care of, since it is a hunt, then let them chase and kill, I just don't know if that child can survive, Ming Jiutian is most concerned about that child.

Although the wall was broken, what made Ming Jiutian have to admire was the efficiency of this Qixian Tower, and not long after it was broken, two people came up to repair the damaged wall.

Ming Jiutian pushed open the window and looked out on the street, except for a few scattered corpses, Ming Jiutian didn't find the old and young who escaped, I hope they are okay, Ming Jiutian thought secretly.

"Boom..."

The firelight flickered, and a loud bang pierced the sky, Ming Jiutian looked at the firelight in the distance, and the energy fluctuation of that level should be at least the level of the Holy Emperor.

However, according to Ming Jiutian's guess, the realm of the middle-aged man who escaped before seemed to be less than the level of the Holy Emperor, and it is estimated that the middle-aged man is in danger in this battle.

Early the next morning, Ming Jiutian woke up, and after leaving the residence of the Immortal Tower, he prepared to rush in the direction where the Hailing Pavilion was located.

Today is the day to get the qualification for the auction, and you have to get the qualification to enter the auction first.

"This immortal friend, do you plan to participate in the auction with this posture?"

The shopkeeper watched Ming Jiutian prepare to go towards Hailing Pavilion, he had been in Moyitian for so long, how could he not know Ming Jiutian's plans.

"Any advice?" Ming Jiutian turned around and looked at the shopkeeper standing at the door, and asked suspiciously.

"I can't talk about advice, I know that you are a good person by looking at your actions yesterday, I just don't want you to die here for no reason," the appearance of the shopkeeper in his clothes.

"You mean there's a problem with the auction?" Ming Jiutian thought for a moment and then asked.

"How can there be a problem with the auction of the Moyi Heavenly Sea Spirit Pavilion? I'm talking about those black hands who are dormant after the auction is over, according to past experience, every time the auction of Hailing Pavilion ends, there will be a river of blood here..."The shopkeeper explained again.

"Why is that?"

Ming Jiutian still didn't understand, looking at the scene of Moyitian, it was like a state of national peace and security, how could there be the kind of situation that the shopkeeper said? The security here can't be so bad.

"Although the pavilion master of Hailing Pavilion, Gongsun Hu, is the god of this Moyi Heaven, but there is no way to start with every thing that happens here, those who kill people and oversell goods will do it after the auction is over, it is not one or two, it is a group, and it is not impossible to have tens of thousands..."