The Confucian scholar surnamed Chen spoke calmly, but his words were not weak at all. He actually invited the black-faced man to fight in person.
For a moment, boos broke out in the audience.
Dozens of alchemy monks who were watching the excitement without showing any seriousness also spoke out to encourage the two to fight.
"Heishan guy, when you go out, don't lose the face of your Demon Flame Sect and Demon Alliance and make people laugh!"
"It's just a mid-stage pill formation. It's not much better than you, and it's not my usual magic weapon.
Is it possible that he can still kill you?"
……
Listening to those people's words, Heishan's already dark face turned even darker. He squinted his eyes and looked around, trying to find the person who was responsible for the fire.
He grinned like a ferocious beast that chooses people to devour.
It's a pity that although he is at the peak of the early stage of pill formation, he is only half a step away from breaking through to the middle stage.
But no one who dared to speak had a higher level of cultivation, and his background was lower than his own, so he was stood up, unable to advance or retreat.
He suddenly stood up for his own purpose.
At the same time, I also looked at several stores in the Lanhai Market. On the surface, there was only one Yuanying old monster to support the scene, which was far inferior to the Demon Flame Sect.
"Demon Flame Gate..."
Xie Duanyang recited in a low voice, thoughtfully.
He had personally fought with the disciples of the Demon Flame Sect on the Jinguyuan battlefield and had some understanding of their Taoism.
This sect's technique is worthy of its name, and it is good at controlling all kinds of demonic flames.
On the surface, the glazed light lamp is a Buddhist ritual object that can be used to suppress demons.
But the core is that cluster of fireworks. It is impossible to say that this person has any secret magic power that can turn the pollution into his own use.
While he was thinking to himself, the two people there had already started to fight.
There are many alchemy-forming monks who come to the secret shop auction house, and the restrictions placed there are of great importance, and cannot be broken easily by ordinary alchemy-forming monks.
If you can't hold back for a moment and the aftermath of the fight involves others, even the Demon Flame Sect may not be able to fully bear it. At least they won't stand up for him, an elder who is in the early stage of forming a pill.
Therefore, after several transmissions, the two have reached a consensus.
But seeing the air rippling slightly like water, they each escaped from the auction house and stood facing each other in the air at the same time.
The Confucian scholar surnamed Chen did not release his magic weapon and continued to hold the glass lamp.
It's just that the light that was originally put out gradually shrank, and the brilliance circulated, shining on the face, skin, and clothes, which looked very precious and solemn.
I saw his lips moving slightly, not knowing what he was reciting, and with his words, the light became more dazzling and hot.
According to common sense, even if the master dies, the magic weapon he left behind will still not be able to prompt him to control it immediately.
You have to spend time and use magic power and spiritual consciousness to remove the imprint.
But looking at the appearance of the Confucian scholar surnamed Chen, this lamp does not seem to have such restrictions.
Such a scene fell in the eyes of the other monks. Many of them looked slightly strange, but some others had no change at all. It was obvious that they had already understood this Buddhist magic weapon.
Xie Duanyang stood at the entrance and exit, ensuring that he could escape into the restricted auction house at any time, use his spiritual consciousness to urge the Taixu Mirror, and reflect it in the air.
The opportunity for a true battle between Danjie masters is rare and should not be missed, and the battle between the two allows him to get a glimpse of the mysteries of the glazed lamp.
Although he said he looked down upon the glazed light lantern, when it came to actually taking action, Heishan was not arrogant enough to hold back.
I saw him pulling his hand back, twisting it, and throwing out the thick black robe on his body.
The broad black robe swelled in the wind, and in just the blink of an eye, it was already dozens of feet in size, like dark clouds pressing over it, rolling and rolling with menacing momentum.
His natal magic weapon is actually an extremely rare robe.
The black robe looks pure black from the outside, but it changes completely after being released.
Inside the original clothes, now there are countless ghost faces appearing in the lower part of the dark clouds, struggling to break free from the clouds.
But there is nothing that can be done, and even the wails and screams cannot be made. It just makes the dark clouds become more and more turbulent, which is as weird as it needs to be.
"The Taoism of Black Mountain seems to be closer to the Ghost Spirit Sect."
Glancing at the ghostly face in the cloud, Xie Duanyang muttered in a low voice.
Among the six demon sects, the Ghost Spirit Sect is the best at controlling ghosts and exorcising demons, and the "Blood Spirit Technique" practiced by the Unlucky Ghost King is even better among them.
With the "All Spirits Manual", he could recognize at a glance that those densely packed ghost faces were indeed transformed by human souls, and he didn't know how many people Heishan had killed.
However, only one-tenth of the ghosts among them are actually capable of cultivation, and most of them are weak in nature and should be mortals.
Even the monks mostly have Qi training levels, and the three most powerful ones are no more than fake elixirs, and there are no ghosts with elixir formation levels.
I don’t know if the pill-forming monk was too difficult to kill, so he didn’t have such a chance, so he hid it as a backup.
"A hundred ghosts lock the Yin, the ghost fire and the netherworld!"
Heishan pointed his hand, and the rolling dark clouds suddenly stopped, and dozens or hundreds of ghost faces appeared at the same time.
Affected by this, even the area covered by dark clouds has shrunk.
As a price, a few sparks sprouted from the originally dark clouds, and then quickly gathered into a ball of miserable green flames.
With a sinister grin on his face, Hei Shan grabbed hold of the will-o'-the-wisp with five fingers and brought the will-o'-the-wisp to him.
At the same time, there are already many black long swords in the hand, with a dark red color. Judging from its aura, it turns out to be a magic weapon.
The will-o'-the-wisp was thrown at the long knife, and the blade immediately ignited with blazing green flames.
Heishan controlled it with his mind and chopped it several times at will. He felt that everything was in line with his intention, and then suddenly flew through the air.
The electric bolt hit the Confucian scholar surnamed Chen across from him and struck him hard.
However, he did not take advantage of the situation to rush in, or release other magic weapons to attack the Confucian scholar surnamed Chen, but took advantage of the opportunity.
The dark clouds transformed by the robe in the sky fell at the same time, but they did not change to their original appearance. Instead, they turned into a ball of black smoke with a radius of several feet and wrapped it up.
Both offensive and defensive.
After all, the Hundred Ghost Locking Yin Robe itself is a magic robe. In addition to its magical function of absorbing ghosts and using their souls to nourish ghostly fire, its own Taoist defense is not weak.
Demon cultivator Heishan believed that the cultivation level of the Confucian scholar surnamed Chen was no better than his own, so even if he thought about it, he would not be able to break through the protection of this thing and injure himself.
What's more, in his opinion, the Blood Demon Blade was blessed by the Yin Fire of his destiny, and the Confucian scholar surnamed Chen couldn't handle it without using his destiny magic weapon, the Knife Sword.
However, when he looked closely, his face couldn't help but look ugly.
When he saw the long knife with green Yin fire wrapped in its mouth, the scholar surnamed Chen did look a little more solemn, but his hand movements were not slow at all.
Before he could see any movement, the lights suddenly gathered together and formed a Udumbara flower in front of him, which also flew through the air and met the long sword.
The flower is in the air, divided into two, and the two become four, each occupying its position.
Immediately, the indestructible Blood Demon Blade seemed to be stuck in a swamp, unable to move at all.
I saw the long knife slashing back and forth, the green flames flying and changing, and the air "sizzling" as it burned, but it still couldn't escape the trap.
On the contrary, after the ghost fire is consumed, the fire gradually becomes smaller.
However, the Confucian scholar surnamed Chen's face turned slightly pale, and it was obvious that this move was a heavy burden for him.
"The magic of the Demon Flame Sect is really powerful. Chen doesn't dare to let this fire touch him, otherwise he may have to take his body and be reborn."
After secretly adjusting his breath for a moment, the Confucian scholar surnamed Chen smiled and said, "Why don't you and I just call it a day and call it a draw?
If fellow Taoists want to bid for this item, Chen can use his authority to give junior brother a 10% discount..."
The Confucian scholar surnamed Chen originally felt bad about promoting the Glazed Light Lamp, but he did not expect that Heishan would jump out and slap him in the face.
Now that the power of the glazed light lantern has been revealed, he naturally wants to accept it as soon as possible, and sell Black Mountain or Demon Flame Sect to save face.
The four forces in the Lanhai Market are different from other sects. They are born out of business, and the same is true for the main business of the sect.
The idea of harmony and wealth has been carried out throughout the family, and there will be no enmity.
In addition, the four families are tied together, so they can barely compete with the Demon Flame Sect.
However, each of the four sects has their own background, and they are already supported by the Six Demonic Sects, so it is absolutely impossible for them to work together like the seven sects of the Yue Kingdom.
It's a pity that although he had good ideas, things were not so easy to uncover.
In front of so many monks, Heishan, as a demon cultivator, would not give up so easily.
"If you don't show your hands, you really think that there is no one in my Demon Flame Sect!"
Looking around, feeling the sarcastic gazes of the alchemy monks around him, Heishan actually became quiet.
But some monks with keen spiritual senses couldn't help but frown.
Now he feels like a volcano about to erupt.
It seems quiet, but in fact it contains violence that can destroy everything.
"Come die!"
Two words suddenly came out of his mouth, and Heishan's right hand touched the palm of his left hand together, and the blood spilled out without hesitation, falling on the black smoke formed by Baigui's Suoyin robe.
After receiving the blood donation full of spiritual power, several grimaces suddenly came to life, and they actually had the power to break free from the imprisonment of the Hundred Ghost Clothes.
As soon as Fang Fang escaped from the black smoke, he heard "plop" sounds one after another, and hundreds of ghost heads shattered at the same time and turned into nothing.
The black smoke shrank into a robe at the same time, covering Heishan again.
And after paying the price of cultivating the little ghost soul, there will naturally be corresponding changes.
In the midst of four cages made of Udumbara flowers, the Blood Demon Blade stopped its unnecessary temptation and stopped.
But it is not completely still. The blade vibrates slightly, from slow to fast, making a sharp trembling sound.
The miserable green will-o'-the-wisp attached to the blade is almost as clear as the blade itself.
When the blade shook to a certain limit, it finally started moving again.
The light of the sword suddenly became powerful, like lightning, criss-crossing each other, then chopped the four Udumbara flowers, which looked weak but were actually inexplicably tough, into pure vitality, and used brute force to break open the cage.
This Black Mountain is not only powerful in Yin Fire, but its attainments in swordsmanship are also outstanding.
Although he is not as good as Xie Duanyang, who has inherited the White Tiger Seven Kills, he is still a good player.
Seeing that the peace talks failed, Confucian scholar surnamed Chen looked really ugly, and there was anger in his heart.
Ignoring the four Udumbara flowers, I saw him holding the handle of the lamp tightly with his palm, activating another change of the glazed light lamp.
The lights rolled out, turning into a curtain of fire in front of him, laying down one layer of barriers after another, and at the same time he retreated.
Xie Duanyang glanced at it for a few times, and then looked away after watching the Blood Demon Blade break through three layers of protection.
The technical content this time is far less than that of the previous one, and it is not very sophisticated at all. In fact, it is just a competition of mana and cultivation.
Although Montenegro is the peak in its early days, it still boils down to one sentence.
Not mid-term.
The two of them don’t really want to fight to the death.
In this case, the result is very clear.
Sure enough.
After another half of the tea time passed, Heishan let out a muffled groan, recalled the Blood Demon Blade to his side, and set up thick black clouds to escape, without saying a harsh word.
"The power of this Buddha treasure is indeed not weak. I will come back to my fellow Taoists for advice after I go back to retreat and break through the middle stage!"
The Confucian scholar surnamed Chen clenched his left hand into a fist, with veins popping out on the back of his hand. However, after taking a few deep breaths, he still chose to suppress the murderous desire in his heart, returned to the venue as if nothing happened, and continued the unfinished auction.
Although they let each other go, thanks to their fighting skills, Liuli Guangming Lan attracted a lot of attention.
Many alchemy monks who had no intention of ending their lives have also become interested, thinking that they can fetch a good price with this lamp.
This is what the Confucian scholar surnamed Chen thought.
Xie Duanyang couldn't help but sigh when he saw this. If there were too many bidders for the pill-forming monks, he would never bid.
It seems that this thing has no chance with him after all.
But when the Confucian scholar surnamed Chen put the lamp back and was about to announce the start of the auction, someone else spoke.
"Brother Chen originally practiced the Confucian 'Zhongzhengguangjue', and the strange way was able to activate this lamp and exert its power.
But if it were someone else, I’m afraid it would be a big loss?”
Although the tone is questioning, the words are firm.
The Confucian scholar surnamed Chen's face twitched, but he still looked respectfully somewhere in the field, and smiled at an old man in a gray robe with gray hair.
"The old man really has a good eye!
Could it be that the seniors have also fallen in love with this thing? This is the best thing to do, so as not to let the pearl fall in secret."
The old man in gray clothes nodded first, then waved his hand.
"What the old man practices is neither Buddhism nor Confucianism. This lamp is just a decoration in my hands.
If it's in good condition, that's fine, but what's the use of this piece of junk now?"
After saying that, the old man shook his head and closed his eyes to rest in public, never to look at her again.
Hearing the old man commenting that it was shabby, the Confucian scholar named Chen did not dare to say anything, but smiled helplessly.
The reason is very simple. The old man is one of the few fake infant monks in the field.
Moreover, he has extremely senior qualifications. Even though he is both a Dan-Jie, he still has to consider himself to be half a generation younger.
Interrupted by the old man in gray, the originally heated atmosphere cooled down again.
Many alchemy monks who were already tempted have restrained their thoughts again.
Most of them know the old man, and even if they don't, the fake infant's cultivation is real.
Since it was said to be shabby, the Confucian scholar named Chen also acquiesced.
Obviously this lamp is not as beautiful as it appears.
Only Xie Duanyang's eyes couldn't help but light up again.
He had originally given up the idea of obtaining this object, but who would have thought that there would be a twist and turn, and now it seems that it is somewhat possible.
In this way, Liuli Guangming Lan officially started shooting in this rather strange atmosphere.
"Thirty thousand spiritual stones!"
"Thirty-two thousand spiritual stones!"
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