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Chapter 478: The ownership of astrological essence (6.4k is 1500 months(1/4)

There were five or six Yuandan monks sitting next to each other on the ordinary seats on the third floor.

The leader is a young man who looks like a scholar.

There is a green bamboo painting painted on the top and bottom of his robe with thick ink and heavy brush strokes, giving people a sense of elegance.

Mahu Scenery, the founding practice of Kunpeng League, and the realm of Yuan Dan’s Great Perfection.

In addition, among this group of people, those who had met Chen Ping once were the man on the left with phoenix eyes and a beautiful female nun.

The two of them were Bai Ling, Tong Guan and his wife.

And the rest of the people around are all Yuandan members of the Kunpeng Alliance.

The place in the middle where several people were faintly wrapped was the source of Chen Ping's surprise.

Isn't that goateeed Taoist with a grimace his cheap junior disciple Yang Ziyu?

"Has this guy named Sheep fallen into the pack of wolves again?"

The corners of Chen Ping's mouth twitched and he was a little speechless.

At the beginning, after Yang Ziyu borrowed a batch of elixirs from him, he vowed to return to Fuyou City immediately.

Seeing that the meeting between the two cities was coming to an end, this person actually hadn't left yet.

However, the expression on Guan Yangziyu's face suggested that he was intercepted halfway by the monks from the Kunpeng Alliance and was not willing to do so.

"Hiirao, who is that person?"

Seeing Chen Ping staring in one direction, Shen Wanwan couldn't help but said curiously.

"The Supreme Elder of Luo Hua Sect owes me some spiritual stones."

Smiling, Chen Ping said with a deeper meaning: "Look at this situation, he will continue to be in debt for many more years."

"You just want to trick some monks from small sects and small families."

Shen Wanwan covered her mouth and chuckled, and did not ask any more questions.

Leaning back on the chair, Chen Ping closed his eyes and rested for a quarter of an hour before thousands more monks entered the hall.

Moreover, all the private rooms seem to have been occupied.

When Chen Ping opened his eyes again, he let out a breath.

Anyone who can enter the top auction must be a monk who is at least in the middle stage of foundation building.

There are hundreds of people in various realms in the Yuan Dan period.

But there are only a few Jindan monks, no more than two palms in number.

It can be seen that the difficulty of the bottleneck becomes ten times or a hundred times deeper as you go further back.

Fortunately, the number of human beings in the cultivation world is not small.

Relying on the huge base number, the proportion of high-level monks appearing can basically remain stable in each generation.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

Suddenly, several thick bells rang throughout the cabin, and the originally open hall door slowly closed amidst bursts of muffled sound.

The dark hall suddenly became a little darker.

Immediately, a string of luxurious and radiant crystal lights hung from the cylindrical auction table.

This special thing, which is composed of a thousand luminous pearls, releases a faint soft white light at once, filling the whole place.

The environment in the entire hall becomes clear and unusual, like daylight.

Everyone looked towards the auction table subconsciously.

"Fellow Taoists, Kuang is polite."

A gentle elder's voice suddenly sounded, and the colorful light flashed on the column platform, and a monk with white eyebrows and gray beard, aged in his seventies and eighty years old, appeared on the stage.

I saw this old man holding a string of reddish-brown rosary beads and wearing a golden cassock. He looked smiling from beginning to end.

"Master Kuang of the Huayi Sect!"

"This auction is actually hosted by the Golden elixir monk."

"Hey, there are too many valuable auction items this year. Even the fake alchemy monks can't scare everyone."

As soon as the old monk appeared, tens of thousands of monks immediately started whispering and saluted with their hands clasped together.

Chen Ping and his wife in the box looked at each other and bowed.

Kuang Xunzhi, the ancestor of Huayi Sect in Yanning City.

This person has been cultivating in a small temple in the secular world since he was a child. After officially entering the world of cultivation, he still maintained the same outfit as in his early years.

When Kuang Xunzhi successfully broke through the realm, he named himself "Mingjing Monk".

In fact, with Chen Ping's strength, there is no need to perform the "junior" courtesy at all.

But it’s the same as reaching out and not hitting the smiling person.

Kuang Xunzhi's consciousness was scanning back and forth at the auction house. If he carelessly crossed his legs to watch the excitement, he would accumulate bad feelings for no reason.

"As expected by fellow Taoists, I personally recommended myself to host the top auction."

At this time, Kuang Xunzhi coughed lightly and spoke in a gentle voice: "This auction is jointly organized by the nine major Jindan sects and fellow Taoist monks from Jindan Sanxiu Valley Lupu Valley."

"Every treasure has been certified by digital appraisers, and there is absolutely no possibility of passing it off as good or fake."

"As for the rules of the auction, I won't repeat them."

"In short, during the bidding period, all forms of pressure and threats, overt or covert, are prohibited. Violators will be severely fined three times the final price of the auction item!"

After looking around briefly and seeing no one with objections, Kuang Xunzhi announced the start of the auction, shook his sleeves, and a purple jade bottle filled with restrictions floated out.

"The first treasure is a drop of the star essence consigned by the Sword Cauldron Sect!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the place immediately became silent.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated.

However, most monks have already understood the order of treasures in the auction in advance.

Therefore, there was not much shock.

Astrological Essence!

One of the important auxiliary treasures of the Broken Gold Pill, in the eyes of ordinary Yuandan monks, it is like a divine object, high and out of reach.

The preciousness of this thing means that only a handful of people are qualified to participate.

"The starting price is 5,000 points, and every time you raise the price, it will not be less than 1,000 points. Fellow Taoists, let's start!"

After Kuang Xunzhi finished speaking, he slowly clapped his hands, and six huge diamond-shaped light curtains slowly rose.

The angle of the light curtain is adjusted very mysteriously.

No matter where you sit, you can clearly see the screen displayed on it.

"Four, two, three, private rooms, seven thousand points."

The next moment, from six light curtains

A cold and loud voice came out.

At the same time, the number on the screen blurred for a while, and in the blink of an eye it turned into two ancient Chinese characters for "seven thousand".

"I would like to interrupt and say that this set of light curtains is a newly developed auction helper by Baiqiao Sect. As you can see with your own eyes, one set currently only sells for 8,000 mid-grade spiritual stones."

"Fellow Taoists who open auction houses, don't miss it."

Kuang Xunzhi pinched the Buddhist beads in his hand and said with a smile.

In a huge box on the top floor.

"Fellow Daoist Wei, how much benefit have you given Kuang Xunzhi?"

"Fellow Daoist Mu was joking. After Daoist Kuang bought a set of Auction Assistant a few years ago, he found it very useful. He must have volunteered to promote my Baiqiao Sect."

"hehe……"



"Wanwan, please contact Baiqiaomen for me later and purchase a set of auction assistants. I hope the price will be reduced by a few percent."

Chen Ping thought about it for a while and then ordered.

"Okay, but Wanwan doesn't have much contact with Baiqiaomen, so I don't know if I can successfully lower the price."

Shen Wanwan nodded slightly to express her understanding.

Chen Ping stopped talking and stared at the light screen intently, with the points token in his hand already buckled on the wall.

Before crossing the bottom line, the star essence is still his first shot.
To be continued...
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