My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Nine thousand spirit stones."

Lu Zijia still ignored them. After reporting his number, he continued to chew on the spiritual fruit in his hand.

"Master, this spirit fruit tastes good, we can plant a few of these fruit trees."

Jinta eats with both claws and does not forget to express her own suggestions.

This time, Lu Zijia agreed with Jinta's suggestion, "Okay, if the crops don't work, I will deduct your rations!"

The golden tower suddenly stopped, "!!!"

What happened? It's just a suggestion! Why does the owner have to deduct its rations again!

Hey, other people are the spirit of the contract, and it is also the spirit of the contract. How can it be so pitiful?

Looking at the pitiful little black cat who didn't forget to eat the spirit fruit, the Liang family siblings almost couldn't hold back their laughter.

This spirit beast of Senior Lu is so cute!

"Fellow Daoist, do you have to fight against Wei?" Wei Jinfeng reached Lu Zijia's ears with a somewhat cold voice.

Lu Zijia blinked innocently, looked at the man beside him, and asked sincerely, "Did I go against him?"

"No."

Mu Tianyan replied without hesitation, "At the auction, everyone can bid. If you don't have a spiritual stone, don't come out and be ashamed."

The conversation between the two was not concealed at all, and the voice was heard clearly in the ears of everyone at the auction, including Wei Jinfeng.

"Wow—"

The hundreds of cultivators on the first floor suddenly made a noise.

Although Wei Jinfeng was attacked, they were also very happy.

But they were still shocked that Lu Zijia dared to be so blatant and did not give Wei Jinfeng any face at all.

Because of the small formation in the VIP room, people outside could not see the people in the private room.

But even so, Wei Jinfeng still clearly felt the gloating eyes.

"It seems that the two fellow Daoists are gentlemen. I don't know what to call them?" Wei Jinfeng almost gritted his teeth, as if to settle accounts after the autumn.

Following Wei Jinfeng's words, everyone's eyes turned to the VIP room on the third floor with a tacit understanding.

"Your grandfather is also, referred to as grandpa."

Jinta took the lead and answered Wei Jinfeng's words with a milky voice, imitating the way an adult speaks, making people smile.

Lu Zijia gave Jinta a thumbs up, saying that the answer was very good.

Jinta, who was praised by his owner, immediately wagged his tail wildly with joy.

Lu Zijia, "..." This guy shouldn't be transformed into a cat, canines are more suitable.

"Steward Yu, no one has increased the price of 90,000 spirit stones. Shouldn't this spirit tool belong to me?" Lu Zijia's faint voice came to everyone's ears again.

The corners of Yu Guanshi's mouth twitched slightly, for a while he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Spending dozens of times the price at the auction to bid on the things that he released, the entire Delin country is afraid that this fellow Daoist Lu is the only one.

But things have come to this point, and he can only bite the bullet and continue.

"Ninety thousand spirit stones for the first time."

"The second time of 90,000 spirit stones, if no one raises the price, this yellow-level middle-level spirit tool will belong to the honored guest on the third floor."

Wei Jinfeng's eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake, staring at the direction of the VIP room on the third floor, his clenched fists burst into blue veins.

Lu Lingling, who was standing beside him, saw that he didn't intend to increase the price, and frowned unconsciously, and a doubt flashed across her eyes quickly.