The beautiful woman in colorful clothes and the old man in black who were in the restaurant earlier had not finished eating more than half of the food and drinks on the table, so they paid and left in a hurry.

Outside Bairuifang City, the two people walked out of a boulder that was transformed into the magic array of the city. The beautiful woman in colorful clothes took the old man in black to drive the flying magic weapon. She flew all the way, looking behind her to see that no one was following her.

She stopped when she came up, and the two of them flew thirty or forty miles.

Fortunately, the old man in black and the beautiful woman in colorful clothes had been together for many years and trusted each other. He followed the beautiful woman in front of him without saying a word. If they had a normal relationship, how could he follow without asking a question.

The old man in black looked at her anxious and frightened look, and his heart was heavy. Usually, his third sister was very calm when encountering things.

"Brother, I just saw the monk who killed my second brother a few years ago." The beautiful woman in colorful clothes sounded a little surprised. After so many years, if it hadn't been for the death of her second brother in the hands of that monk, she would not have died.

Will remember it closely.

The old man in black didn't take too kindly to the reckless man of his second brother, but he always had some affection in his heart. As soon as he heard that his enemy appeared, he hurriedly asked the beautiful woman in colorful clothes where that man was. He obviously wanted to take revenge and comfort his second brother.

The spirit in heaven.

"Brother, let's go. We can't avenge this." The beautiful woman in colorful clothes did not answer the old man in black, but said with an ugly face, "That man is now a foundation-building monk. If he remembers, we will

Dead."

"Third sister, are you reading that right? It's only been a few years." The old man in black asked with a stern face. He believed that his third sister had a delicate mind.

It's just that there is no immortal cultivator who can go from Qi training to foundation building in just a few years. He is still so young, so he doesn't believe it.

If it was a foundation-building monk, then if he wanted to kill the two of them, how could the two of them fly dozens of miles in one breath? It was obvious that the foundation-building monk just didn't remember what happened before, or he didn't think of the two of them.

Not daring to bet, the old man in black cherished his life and chose to believe in his third sister, "We can't stay here any longer. Let's leave quickly. It's best to leave the Jiaozuo Sect." He said to the beautiful woman in colorful clothes. If the two of them were caught by that again.

If a Foundation-Building monk encounters him, and if he is remembered, there is a high probability that the two of them will not be able to escape.

"Brother, why don't we go to Xuanhuo Gate." The beautiful woman in colorful clothes suggested.

The old man in black was very determined, "Go to Qiyun Sect. If that doesn't work, go to the north." After saying that, he continued to use the flying magic weapon.

The beautiful woman in colorful clothes followed behind, sighing in her heart. It seems that her eldest brother has no intention of returning to the Zhou family in this life. After so many years, the knot in his heart still cannot be untied. He is the son of Zhou Xuanxu, the elder of the Zhou family, and she also

I don't know what happened between father and son.

Due to the poor state of mind of the old man in black, his spiritual practice has made slow progress over the years.

In the past two years, he practiced the Weak Water Dry Bone Kung Fu forcefully, and it was because of this that the technique backfired.

The two of them were covered with stars and moon, and they flew and ran for several days as if they were fleeing for their lives.

On the other side, after the monks in the later stages of Jiaozuo Sect's foundation-building process arranged their tasks, Zhang Shiping had nothing else to do. He spent the rest of the time meditating in the backyard.

Now he only has one "Fire Crow Technique" on hand, but he has not yet decided whether to practice it. During this period, he is still practicing with "Qingxuan Fire Control Technique". For a foundation-building monk, this technique is slow to practice.

A little more.

When he returns this time, he will go to the Sutra Pavilion to see if there is any foundation-building technique suitable for him. It is also time to make a decision.

…

The auction held by the Jiaozuo Sect in Bairuifang City was actually not within Fang City. Zhang Shiping followed the monks in the later stages of the sect's foundation building and flew to a hill outside Fang City where the Jiaozuo Sect was stationed.

There is a sinkhole in the belly of this hill. Jiaozuo Zong modified this place into a magnificent hall, covering more than ten acres in size and divided into more than a dozen rooms of different sizes.

In a hall with an area of ​​about an acre, it is in the shape of a semicircle, and the seats in the back are higher and farther apart. There are already more than a dozen foundation-building monks sitting in it.

Everyone wore different clothes. Some of them wore black cloaks and masks and did not dare to show their true colors. There were also a few people who showed their true colors.

Zhang Shiping also wore a black cloak and a green-patterned mask to prevent others from scanning his spiritual consciousness. He pretended to be a foundation-building monk who did not dare to reveal his true face, and mingled among more than a dozen people.

It was said that it was to prevent others from making trouble, so the guard auction was carried out normally, but in fact it was not because they were afraid that the price of the treasures brought out by the sect was too low, otherwise this late-stage foundation-building monk would not have given Zhang Shiping a list of the lowest prices for the treasures.

Nearly a hundred more foundation-building monks entered the entire hall. The one who came in earlier was sitting next to Zhang Shiping. There was a monk with a crying face and a mask who was as tall as a bamboo pole. He was chatting and getting close to a fat white monk with a belly as big as a bucket.

He asked in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Ye, you are such a frank person, you don't even wear a mask."

"Fellow Taoist, look at my figure. Even if I wear a mask, I should know you, Ye Wushuang, I, so I might as well not wear it to save you trouble." He patted his big belly and laughed loudly.

There was a popping sound, as if the stomach was full of water.

"Ahem." A monk in black with a cat face coughed, "You two, please keep your voices down."

After almost two hours, the sun was shining outside and the sinkhole was still as cold as ice water. Finally, a few foundation-building monks came in with their heads covered.

A few of the foundation-building monks who were the first to come in and wait for a long time wanted to ask when the auction would start, but suddenly a powerful and overbearing spiritual consciousness swept across the entire auction venue.

Zhang Shiping was shocked. Sure enough, the sect's master Jindan came here, and he didn't know which one he came from. Several foundation-building monks who were whispering at first were also silent at this moment.

At this time, three foundation-building monks walked out from the side door. The one in the middle was the monk in the late-stage foundation-building stage. On the left and right were two middle-stage foundation-building monks from the sect. They looked like middle-aged men, with expressionless faces and as cold as ice.

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"Fellow Taoists, welcome to the auction held by my Jiaozuo Sect. This auction will be hosted by me. There are thirty-six treasures in total this time. What are they specifically? You can look at the jade slips on the table. I don't have many.

I said it." The monk in the late stage of Jiaozuo Sect's foundation establishment had a low voice and stretched out his hand to point.

Looking at the green jade slip on the monk's desk, "Of course, the rules are still the same. The one with the highest price gets it. If there are not enough spiritual stones, you can also use spiritual objects as collateral. The specific price will be evaluated by three of us. Please rest assured, I

The other three people will definitely make an evaluation based on the market conditions, and the price will be fair and fair."

This late-stage foundation-building monk from the Jiaozuo Sect looked around at the hundreds of foundation-building monks sitting on the stage, and then continued, "Finally, after the treasures are auctioned, fellow Taoists can also exchange their possessions with me, the Jiaozuo Sect.

"

He took out a mirror with cyan light from his storage bag. It was surrounded by silver-white metal carvings with simple and elegant patterns. The mirror in the middle was bronze-colored and polished brightly. "I won't say anything else now."

, the first treasure in this auction is the second-grade low-grade magic weapon Chunyang Melting Snow Mirror, which is made of Netherfire Yanghan Jade and refined in Yinfengshahuo for forty-nine days..."

This senior brother doesn't seem to be a talkative person, but when he talks, he talks one thing after another, introducing the Chunyang Snow Melting Mirror to everything in the sky and the earth.

But many of the foundation-building monks present seemed to have gone through many battles, and none of them were interested in this statement.

Regarding this deserted situation, Zhang Shiping looked at this senior brother. There was no embarrassment on his face, and he seemed to have expected it.

After a few breaths, a few monks practicing the Ice Cold Technique slowly began to quote prices, and the price gradually increased.
Chapter completed!