Author: Peng Peng Peng can fly

Cui Ning sat on the stone chair and looked at the auction hall at the bottom. There was still no movement. It must be that the auction has not officially started yet.

So he closed his eyes and rested his mind. After a few sticks of incense, dozens of monks entered the stone hall.

When Cui Ning opened his eyes again, he found that most of the stone temples high in the sky had been closed, which meant that monks had already moved in.

Everyone who enters the Sanyang Palace Auction House Stone Hall is basically a Foundation Establishment monk. Even if there is an occasional Qi Refining Period, they are taken along by elders in the Foundation Establishment Period.

From this point of view, more than a hundred foundation-building monks came to the Sanyang Palace auction.

How many foundation-building monks can there be in one Qingfeng Pavilion?

Moreover, the Sanyang Palace auction seems to be very prestigious, otherwise there would not be so many foundation-building monks coming.

Judging from Cui Ning's knowledge, if the three major sects are not counted, at least 30% of the immortal cultivating families in the entire Donghai came to the auction during their foundation building period.

Of course, it cannot be denied that there are no monks from the three major sects, just like him, who also enter anonymously and change their appearance.

After twenty years of seclusion, it seemed that many changes had taken place in the world of immortal cultivation in the East China Sea that he was unaware of.

While he was deep in thought, a clear ringing sound came from the hall below.

On the high auction platform in the middle of the hall, a dozen "light stones" the size of a fist suddenly appeared. Each "light stone" emitted a bright white light, making the entire auction platform instantly attract the attention of everyone in the stone hall.

Suddenly, on the high platform in the hall, a spiritual light flashed, and a screen appeared out of thin air, along with an old man wearing a dark green robe.

Seeing this man appear, the monks in the stone palace also made a commotion, and some even called out the old man's name in surprise.

"Master Mu Xuan!"

"How come he appears here! Is he the Shanglin Sect?"

"What is Shang Lin Zong? Mr. Mu is now the master of the Weapon Hall of the Rogue Cultivators Alliance."

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A burst of whispers came from the stone palace high in the sky.

Cui Ning has a strong spiritual sense, so he can naturally catch these sounds. With his mind moving, he becomes even more curious about the old man.

This is an old man in his sixties, with gray hair, a ruddy complexion, a strong spirit, piercing eyes, and a long beard fluttering under his forehead. The whole person looks majestic and not angry.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, Cui Ning instantly knew the old man's cultivation level, which was in the middle stage of foundation building.

And he heard whispers from others that this person, who was respectfully called Master Mu, should have great prestige in the art of weapon refining.

At this time, the old man in green robe coughed slightly, and then a loud bell-like voice spread into the sky:

"It seems that I don't need to introduce you much. Most of you here know Mu.

At the invitation of several elders in the alliance, I have asked me to host this Sanyang Palace auction. I wonder if fellow Taoists have any other opinions, so of course you can speak freely!"

"Master Mu is joking. You, the master of weapon refining, will personally host this auction, which is something we have never dreamed of doing!"

"Not bad, not bad! With Master Mu in charge, the quality of this auction must be guaranteed."

"When Master Mu was in Shanglin Sect, he was the chief worshiper of the worship hall!"

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As soon as the old man finished speaking, several voices of approval immediately came from the stone hall high in the sky.

Although there was no sound in the remaining stone hall, no one expressed any objection. It seemed that the old man in green robe was really famous in the world of immortal cultivation in the East China Sea.

However, Cui Ning, who has sharp ears, still caught the words "Shanglin Sect", "chief worshiper" and other words in the mouths of the monks.

Could it be that the Master Mu who is on the high platform at this moment was originally a worshiper of the Shanglin Sect, and for some reason he became a casual cultivator again.

Cui Ning frowned, but he didn't think too much.

Since the information about this auction can be transmitted to Xunfeng Island, Shanglin Sect will naturally learn about it. If there is a genius treasure in the auction, foundation-building monks from Shanglin Sect will naturally come to hear the news.

Maybe there are foundation-building monks from the Shanglin Sect among those silent stone halls at this moment.

The old man in green robe paused and said again:

"This auction has been planned for several years in advance. Mu can give everyone an idea in advance. The three final lots of this auction are precious treasures in the world of immortality. Compared with some monks, some monks have already received a little bit of information.

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"The first one is a heavenly and earthly spiritual object that can prolong the life of a monk. The second one is a natal magic weapon. The last one, haha, I still have to give it a try. I can only say that it has something to do with breaking through the bottleneck in the foundation building period."

There were only gasps and exclamations heard one after another, and then the hall suddenly became silent.

The thing that extends life is naturally the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk, which is also the gimmick of this auction, otherwise who would come here.

As for the natal magic weapon and the thing that can help the foundation-building monks break through the bottleneck, if they appear in the outside world, it will cause a bloody storm.

After a moment of silence in the hall, a voice was heard:

"Brother Mu, you are not being honest. Since you have such a treasure this time, why didn't you inform us in advance? This way we can make more preparations and raise some spiritual stones in advance. Is it possible that these finales will happen?"

Are there any flaws in the treasure?"

"Haha, fellow Taoists, please take this into your heart. I guarantee that all the auction items have been authenticated and I will never fool you.

“The main reason is that the preparations were too hasty, and the last two of the three finale items were only decided this month, so there was no time to publicize them.

"So this auction allows other rare items to be used as collateral for the bidding spirit stone. Of course, the price will definitely be 10% lower than the market price."

The old man in green robe seemed to have expected someone to ask such a question, and replied calmly.

Hearing the old man's answer, the monks in the stone hall were also a little stunned, but some of the monks who had not spoken had smiles on their faces and seemed to be prepared.

When the old man surnamed Mu saw that there were no more words coming out of the stone palace high in the sky, he immediately announced the start of the auction and raised his hands to pat his hands.

After a "pop" sound, more than ten rays of light flew up from the hall.

After the light dimmed, ten beautiful female cultivators in palace attire appeared behind the old man.

Each female cultivator has a cultivation level of around the seventh or eighth level of Qi refining, and each holds a brocade box of different shapes in her hands.

"Okay, without further ado, let's start with the first round of treasures. The first item is three bottles of "High-grade Qingyuan Pill" that can promote the cultivation of foundation-building monks. There are five pills in each bottle. The starting price is two hundred spiritual stones.

Each time the price is increased, it shall not be less than ten yuan.”

The old man in green robe said loudly, and then waved his hand back.

Suddenly, a female monk in palace attire slowly walked up to the old man, and then gently opened the lid of the brocade box. At this time, the three-inch-long green porcelain bottle was displayed in front of all the monks participating in the auction.

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The old man in green robe stretched out his hand, and a porcelain bottle was caught in his hand.

The old man didn't waste any time, he opened the bottle cap and poured out a green pill that exuded a strange fragrance.

In an instant, a strong medicinal fragrance spread in the hall!

"There are three bottles of high-quality Qing Yuan Dan, a total of fifteen pills. Fellow Taoists in need can start bidding!"

"One hundred and thirty dollars"

"One hundred and fifty dollars"

"Two hundred dollars"

The screen on the auction stage is also scrolling in real time with the number of spiritual stones currently being bid and the number of the stone palace where the bidding monk is located.

Any monk who wants to bid can just speak to the round hair plate on the stone table.

As soon as the bidding started, the numbers immediately skyrocketed. It seems that this elixir, which is very useful for foundation-building monks, is very popular.

Qingyuan Dan is also available for exchange in Qingfeng Pavilion. Ordinary elixirs cost about ten spiritual stones each. If they are high-grade, they may cost around forty yuan. This means that these three bottles cost about six hundred spiritual stones. However, Qingfeng Pavilion generally has

There is a redemption limit, and you can only redeem two coins a year.

Cui Ning couldn't help but covet so many Qingyuan Pills.

However, after his bid reached 300 yuan, he was quickly surpassed by other monks. In the end, he could only watch the three bottles of elixirs being bought away by unknown monks for a price of 700 yuan.

At this moment, like many others, he was quietly waiting for the three final items of the auction to appear.

I hope everyone will continue to read. If you continue to read, you will be motivated. Recommendations and comments are welcome. Thank you.
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