Tu Shanjun was too lazy to spend time checking their details at this time. Among these more than a hundred golden elixir masters, whether they knew the basics or did not know the basics, they were all suspected.
The enemy is in the dark, so checking them one by one like this is not as good as waiting.
Holding the seal magic weapon in your hand, you can sit firmly on the Diaoyutai.
He threw the jade slip in his hand back to the pen holder on the low table, stood on the upper level of the Dan Pavilion, and calmly stared at the towering tall building that had been built long ago, in preparation for this auction.
When Master Ziyang left, he paused slightly and asked the doubts in his heart: "Senior, this time my master accepts the inheritance..."
If it were a normal retreat, he wouldn't have those worries, but this time it was different.
Of course, Tushanjun knew Ziyang's doubts. He quietly stared at the mountain-like building in front of him and said lightly: "We should believe that he can succeed."
"Thank you, True Lord, for clarifying my doubts."
Master Ziyang left.
There was no news from the devil underground.
The monk who appeared next to him bent down and laughed, as if he had heard some funny joke, and then threw a bag at Xiao Wei's puzzled and puzzled eyes: "One hundred spiritual stones."
"It's better for us to choose a better way to die." The kind monk stood and looked at the man sideways and said, "Go ahead, wait for my good news."
The visitor's words made Xiao Wei stop and stand there, and even turned around involuntarily: "If you don't think about yourself, you should think about your wife and children."
When Chauvet saw this man's attire, he felt his back tingle, and he opened his mouth to call the monks on guard. Even in Furongfang, a moldy and rotten place that was about to accumulate, he could still call the official who was a few streets away.
Xiao Wei was stopped with a stone rice in his arms.
This is already the thirty-sixth monk in half a month. They all came with a purpose. Maybe they thought they were doing a good job, but don't treat their monks as fools.
Just when he was about to make a move, he found a hand falling on his shoulder. He was so surprised that he quickly turned around: "Young Master."
As soon as I set foot.
…
"One of our own? Once our people step into that treasure pavilion, they will be gathered and killed by the monks guarding it. The person with the palm print will not allow our people to set foot in it."
"Expensive."
"I deserve it." Xiao Wei hurriedly handed over his hand and was about to escape.
Xiao Wei shook his head fiercely. The sunlight above his head was not dazzling, let alone the dog days of summer, but standing in this place made him sweat like rain. It was as tall as a mountain, more like a huge and complicated honeycomb.
There is no such thing as a devil who is generous in serving justice.
It overshadows the Ancient Immortal Tower in Yangcheng.
Most of them are based on elixirs, talismans, and magical instruments, supplemented by heavenly materials and earthly treasures that are very beneficial to the spleen.
Xiao Wei frowned and said, "I feel like I haven't exposed myself."
He had forgotten how he walked up from the circular corridor, and stood in front of the crystal counter in a daze, looking at the black seal inside. It was an extremely extraordinary magic weapon.
"I just said they won't make things difficult for you."
In this treasure pavilion, there are many monks in the late stage of Qi training, but very few in the middle stage of Qi training. It was also in the middle stage of Qi training that he saw someone with a similar level of cultivation to himself, and he was happy to invite him to travel with him.
"How many spiritual stones."
The first two floors are stepped seats from top to bottom, and the circular corridor climbs upward. As the jade slip says, the crystal cabinets contain the items to be auctioned.
"That's not about committing suicide, that's about running things under the watchful eye of True Lord Nascent Soul."
Zi Shaoqing opened the jade slip in her hand and looked at it.
He pinched the blazing feather in his arms and threw it on the ground. Strangely enough, the feather instantly turned into a small insect, and then completely integrated with the floor.
He is a monk born and raised in Yangcheng, and of course he also knows what happened a year ago. It was the fruit of the busy work of rows of machine puppets, talisman armor soldiers, and Taoist magicians.
I blew away the dust that was not there at all, applied it again, and until I could still activate it by inputting mana, I looked at the stall owner and asked: "Invitation to the auction?"
"But, Mr. Tushan, you are too confident!" The kind monk wiped away his face, revealing a slightly ferocious grimace, and the feather fan in his hand turned into a white luan treasure fan.
"Why don't you use our people and insist on looking for those unreliable guys?" The thick-browed monk with Baofeng on his body looked at the kind monk and asked, with doubts in his eyes.
Without waiting for him to call out, the man took off his hood and smiled and said to him: "Don't worry, little brother, I don't mean any harm. In fact, I have an opportunity for you."
"Fellow Taoist, in the middle of your Qi training, I'm afraid..."
It is better to say that it is a pavilion for auctions and ordinary sales. It is better to say that it is a large assembled instrument. Every place is filled with ripples of the magic circle, and the complete circuit is interlocking.
Zi Shaoqing nodded slightly: "Let him go."
But there is no need to delve into it, anyone who is interested in that black seal is their target.
Upon hearing the price inquiry, the stall owner stretched out his fingers and turned over his face, then said: "Ten spiritual stones."
However, for the Jindan monks, the road to Yangcheng is not long enough.
Treasure House.
The seemingly kind-hearted monk had disappeared amid laughter.
"I'm giving you one hundred spiritual stones. I only need you to help me complete one thing." Finally, the monk in robes added: "Don't report to the official, because Yangcheng will not care about insignificant people like you.
"
The monk didn't walk quickly.
It’s a dazzling array of things to see.
Looking at the garrison puppets passing by and the foundation-building monks holding their shoulders on the high platform not far away, Xiao Wei was so nervous that it was difficult to breathe, as if he was a goose and duck being strangled by the neck.
"Auction is death, not auction is death."
He was politely rejected by Xiao Wei. He came to Baoge with a purpose, how could he let others know.
After taking away the jade slip, the monk walked down the long street.
"Five pieces, low-grade spiritual stone."
The monk's name is Xiao Wei, and he is in the middle of Qi training. He looks fair and fair, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looks very friendly. Two days ago, when he was going home, a man in black blocked his way.
Now that the young master has spoken, the foundation-building monk naturally obeyed, and he did not ask why he still stood firm and performed his duties.
"Just like the thing I asked you to do, it's just as trivial."
Xiao Wei walked past the magic treasure while holding his breath. He was not in the mood to continue admiring the subsequent treasures. He just wanted to escape quickly and escape from this place that looked like a ferocious beast.
"We still need to wait." Tu Shanjun murmured softly, pinching the calculated spell with his blue-grey fingers.
The city is certainly safe, protected from wild beasts and poisonous insects, and it also provides them with a sheltered place from the wind and rain, saving them the trouble of facing evil cultivators, as well as those casual cultivators who are used to robbing families and homes.
Pass that alley again.
A huge building built in Yangcheng for this auction.
The monk in long robe walked quickly and picked up the jade slips placed on the stall.
We walked not far from Bao Pavilion.
"Haha...haha."
There are fragments of the Yin God and treasures suppressing the devil. No matter what it wants to do, it can't do anything unless it doesn't want to live. However, it finally survived, so how can it not want to live?
A few moments.
"Please enter the urn, do you think the elders can't see it?"
And he, a monk in the middle stage of Qi training, responded to a man's threat and prepared to enter this high-rise building with the jade slips he bought from a street stall in the market.
Not to mention the foundation-building monks guarding different positions, even the Qi-training garrison at the bottom found several unusual things. Such clumsy methods made people doubt their true purpose.
Yangcheng doesn't care about the transaction of jade slips. As long as you reach the late stage of Qi training, you can get a copy of such jade slips. This is regarded as an opportunity given by Yangcheng to those monks in the late stage of Qi training who have no connections.
"Then why..."
It seemed that a few minutes passed in the evening, and the sky was getting dark.
As for whether you can grasp it, or if you don't have enough spirit stones to participate in the auction, it doesn't matter. With the investment of jade slips, you can also mobilize the market stalls in the city to trade.
Bada.
The gloominess he imagined was not there at all. Instead, the top and bottom were clear and the soft light illuminated the road ahead, allowing him to completely see this strange building with a ring-like central auction platform.
The stall owner sighed. He didn't expect the jade slips to be sold for a high price, but in the middle of Qi training, how much surplus would there be if he had spiritual stones?
A long-faced monk walked up not far away and said happily, "Fellow Taoist, are you here to gain knowledge?"
He used his spiritual consciousness to examine the square jade slip and saw countless treasures in it, but he was not so intuitive. Those treasures were placed on one side of the corridor, no more than three feet apart.
"No... I don't know, senior, what kind of opportunity does it have?"
"Because this is the long-cherished wish of those old guys. It is a conspiracy that forces us to come. As for the old guys, I should be one of them." The kind monk laughed and shook his head.
"It's really towering, and it's a good formation."
"What price do you think is appropriate?"
"Insignificant?"
The stall owner raised his eyes and looked at the inquiring monk: "Tao friendly eyes, this is the invitation to the auction at the end of the month. Anyone who is late in Qi training can get one, but I have just made a breakthrough in my cultivation, and I have used up all of it."
There are spiritual stones and heavenly materials and earthly treasures, so I have no choice but to sell the invitations."
When Xiao Wei walked out of the treasure pavilion filled with soft light and saw the shadows in front of him, he did not feel palpitations due to the slight coldness. He took a deep breath and felt relieved at the same time.
The foundation-building monk patrolling the high-rise building noticed something unusual about the Qi practitioner, and frowned and said, "I didn't stop too much at other treasures along the way. I went straight to the magic weapon. There's something wrong!"
It's better to use others than to use your own people.
Xiao Wei quickly opened the bag and checked it. He counted it twice carefully and found that it was indeed one hundred spiritual stones.
However, when the gap in cultivation was too big, there was no room for him to resist whether inside or outside the city.
The monk with thick eyebrows immediately shrank his pupils and said in shock: "He knows everything?"
"who!"
The foundation-building monk in the main hall of Baoge shouted sharply.
The magic power burst out violently, and the White Luan Treasure Fan in his hand stirred up a breeze. Along with this breeze, thirty-six beams of light rose up inside the formation, making holes in the originally intact formation.
"The one who broke the formation!"
This chapter has been completed!