Mo Juren has roughly guessed the identity of the woman, she is the wife of the Yin Luo Sect Master.
During the border battle in the past, the opponent led two middle-stage Nascent Soul elders of the Yinluo Sect to secretly sneak into the hinterland of Tiannan and wanted to take action against his wife and disciples, but they were counterattacked by Han Li, who was well prepared.
The two middle-stage Nascent Soul elders died, but she was the only one to escape, leaving her Nascent Soul to escape.
Calculated, it was only more than twenty years ago. Unexpectedly, not only did the other party regain his body, but his cultivation level also recovered to some extent.
Although he had expected this, the speed of recovery was too fast, right? But considering the identity of the other party, it was not surprising that he had no shortage of resources or secret skills.
The appearance of the woman not only attracted Mo Juren's attention, but also other people present showed curiosity. Obviously, this new face was a bit unfamiliar, and except for a few people, most of them did not recognize it.
The woman didn't pay attention to this, but walked directly to a certain location. There was an old woman with gray hair, wearing a purple and gold phoenix robe and holding a coral phoenix staff, which showed the magnanimity of someone who had been in a position of power for a long time.
The identity of the old woman was obviously not simple. The other monks nearby looked at her and even talked with her with respect, even the strong ones in the middle Nascent Soul stage were no exception.
Seeing the woman approaching at this moment, the old woman couldn't help but have a flash of doubt on her face. It wasn't until the other party bowed respectfully and whispered something in a low voice that she finally showed a look of surprise.
"It turns out it's you, girl. I haven't seen you for decades. Why..."
"It's a long story..." The woman sighed, slowly sat down next to the old woman, and then explained in a low voice.
After listening, a hint of coldness suddenly appeared in the old woman's deep eyes,
"It's not easy to have such strength in a remote and remote place, but it's too presumptuous for that person to dare to be so cruel and ruthless."
"You don't know something. Although that person was born in a remote place, he is not simple. He only has the cultivation level of the early stage of Yuanying..." The woman was about to continue explaining, but mid-sentence, the corner of her eye suddenly caught her eye.
He glanced at a certain figure. He was startled at first, and then his face changed drastically, and his body stood up with a "rubbing" sound involuntarily.
Seeing this scene, all the nearby Nascent Soul Stage monks were attracted and looked over.
The old woman was also very surprised. When she followed the other person's gaze, she saw Ye Yunge, followed by the strange man beside him.
"Do you recognize that person?" the old woman asked in surprise.
"He...he is..." The woman used strong perseverance to calm down the turbulent emotions in her heart. She slowly sat down again before speaking slowly,
"He is the person I mentioned before."
"It's him!" The old woman's eyes flashed, and she looked at the figure in the distance again, her eyes filled with surprise and curiosity. After looking at it carefully for a while, she also said through the voice,
"Since you said he is from Tiannan, how could he get involved with the Ye family?"
"I don't know exactly what happened, but the identity of this person is absolutely correct." The woman nodded with certainty, and her eyes couldn't help but reveal utter hatred.
Suddenly thinking of the other party's terrifying strength in the past, my heart suddenly froze, and the hatred in my eyes disappeared instantly.
"Are you afraid of him?" Although the change in the other party's expression was concealed, it could not be hidden from the old woman. The curiosity in her heart suddenly resurfaced. You must know that this is Dajin, not Tiannan. As a person from the Yinluo Sect, there is no need to be afraid of a person.
outsiders.
As for the Ye family, others may be wary of it, but for the ten major sects of good and evil, they will not take it seriously. Moreover, the Ye family is self-aware and will never fight against the Yinluo Sect for an outsider.
"You don't know something. His situation is very special..." She was too surprised before to finish her words. At this time, the woman no longer hesitated and directly conveyed the true situation to the other party.
After hearing this, the old woman instantly became a little stunned. When she looked at the figure again, an incredible light suddenly burst out from her deep eyes.
…
"Does that woman seem to have a problem with you?" There were constant glances at her, which naturally couldn't hide Ye Yunge's perception. After thinking about it, he realized that the target of the two people was not her, but Mo Juren beside him.
She didn't care about that woman, but the old woman's identity was so special that she couldn't help but frown, and her heart suddenly lifted.
"That's right." Mo Juren nodded and asked suddenly.
"Who is that old woman?"
"You don't know her?" Ye Yunge looked startled, but then realized,
"That's right, you are from overseas, and it is indeed possible that you don't know him, but for the monks in the Jin Dynasty, this person from the 'Wind Control Valley' is almost unknown to everyone."
"Wind Control Valley!" Mo Juren's expression changed, and he immediately remembered. Among the information about the many forces in the Jin Dynasty that he had read before, there was indeed a force called "Wind Control Valley". I remember that it seemed to be a little-known sect.
, the overall strength can only be said to be acceptable, not much special.
"She is the Lord of Yufeng Valley, the biological mother of Zhenren Yufeng, Grandma Jinfeng!" Ye Yunge didn't hide anything, and immediately began to secretly explain via voice transmission,
"Yufeng Valley can only be regarded as a medium-sized force, and its actions are relatively low-key, but it has an extraordinary status in the entire Great Jin Immortal World. The reason is that this sect leader has a great background behind him."
"The background of Tongtian? Could it be..." Mo Juren narrowed his eyes and thought of some possibility in an instant. Sure enough, he heard Ye Yunge say again,
"It seems that you have also guessed it. Yes, behind the master Yufeng is an old monster in the god transformation stage. To be precise, he is the direct blood descendant of the other party, and because of his excellent qualifications, he was personally selected by that existence
Those who have taught him are the descendants who have truly received his true teachings.”
"An old monster in the transformation stage?" Mo Juren's expression remained unchanged, but he was thinking about which one it was? Is it Hu Lao Mo, Xiang Zhili, or that old monster Feng?
Of course, no matter who he is, there is no need to be too afraid with his current strength. Even if he cannot defeat him, there is no problem in protecting himself.
As for the 'Grandma Jinfeng' in front of her, she obviously has a close relationship with the wife of the Yinluo Sect Leader. If she really takes action against him because of this, then don't blame him for being ruthless.
…
Time passed slowly until about a quarter of an hour passed again, and the second half of the auction officially began.
At this time, there are nearly 400 Nascent Soul stage powerhouses in the hall. It is no wonder that the monks in the Dan formation stage cannot participate. Not to mention other things, facing so many Nascent Soul stage powerhouses, they are just released invisibly.
The momentum is unbearable.
On the stone platform in the center, a middle-aged man in a black brocade robe appeared again. After looking around, he immediately smiled calmly and said:
"Hu Mou is also a hard worker. He has just been shouting downstairs all morning, and now he has to stand up and continue to serve all fellow Taoists. Today is only the first day of the big auction, and it is inevitable that some good things will be missing. I hope you will
Fellow Taoist, please be patient and considerate."
"It's like this every time. We put the good stuff at the back, but in the first few games we only put some sporadically, and we didn't reveal the list in advance. It doesn't matter if we come, and it doesn't matter if we don't come." Apparently some people don't.
To save face, he complained immediately.
"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Zheng of the Jinluo Sect. You are the most difficult old man to take care of. You keep complaining, but how come there are less treasures taken during each big auction?" The black-robed monk looked away.
A middle-aged man with a slightly bloated figure snorted without any fear.
Sure enough, the person who heard this suddenly smiled and stopped talking.
"Friend Hu Dao is right. Has Jinjing Auction ever disappointed everyone? Even if the auction items in the previous auctions are a little bit worse, that is relatively speaking. None of them can be encountered but not sought after.
nice one."
"What Brother Liu said is absolutely true. Fatty Zheng knows how to talk nonsense. Please stop arguing with him and start quickly. We can't wait any longer."
"..."
Everyone said something to each other, and they were very harmonious.
Mo Juren's mind was slightly moved. The current auction was an open auction. Although there were no masks on everyone's faces, they all wore 'masks', pretending to be approachable.
When you wait for the underground trade fair later, you will be covered by a mask, but your true self will be revealed, and then you will truly be able to see your true self.
"The situation of this auction is somewhat different. We have already reserved a large number of rare treasures in advance. No matter in terms of quality or quantity, we will definitely not disappoint everyone." The man in black robe laughed again and then started talking.
One turn,
"Okay, without further ado, the auction will start immediately."
While he was talking, someone had already brought something up, which was also covered in red cloth. After opening it, what was revealed was a purple jade bottle half a foot tall.
"To show my sincerity, the quality of this first lot is not bad at all." The man in black robe picked up the jade bottle, opened the lid and shook it slightly. A purple cloud filled the mouth of the bottle.
A layer of purple ice crystals condensed directly around the mouth of the bottle, and the surrounding temperature instantly began to drop.
"This is..." Seeing this scene, many people vaguely guessed something, and then they showed expressions of surprise that they couldn't hide.
"It seems that many fellow Taoists have already thought of what this is." The man in black robe smiled again, sealed the bottle and put it back on the tray, and then said loudly,
"Purple Cold Dew, the essence born from the extremely cold eyes of the North Sea, is an excellent spiritual material for refining certain cold magic weapons, elixirs, etc. The starting price is 10,000 spirit stones. Each increase in price cannot be less than 1,000. Everyone. Fellow Taoist, let’s get started…”
"eleven thousand……"
"Twelve thousand..."
"thirteen thousands……"
"..."
As the man in black robe said, this first auction item is indeed a rare spiritual object. As soon as Fang started the auction, it immediately aroused countless people's competition.
The bids were getting louder and louder, and in a blink of an eye, the price had reached over 30,000 yuan, with no intention of stopping.
Mo Juren narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't expect to encounter such strange objects as 'Purple Cold Dew' just at the beginning.
He was bound to get it, not to refine his bloodline, but to improve his own dry blue ice flame. This cold essence, born in the eye of extreme cold, was definitely of great help to the cold flame.
Of course, there is no need to get out and participate immediately. It is not too late to wait until the highest point before bidding. Is it a spiritual stone anyway? This is what he lacks the most.
"Thirty-five thousand..."
"forty thousand……"
"fifty thousand……"
"Seventy thousand..."
"..."
Seeing that it was close to 100,000, the number of bidders was significantly reduced, with only four or five people still fighting for it.
"One hundred thousand..."
But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, instantly attracting the attention of countless people.
Ye Yunge glanced at the person next to him in surprise. He didn't expect that the other party would suddenly bid at this time, and it was directly one hundred thousand spiritual stones.
Even for a monk at the Nascent Soul stage, one hundred thousand spirit stones is not a small amount, but the other party acted so relaxedly. It seems that he has a lot of wealth.
"One hundred and five thousand..." One of them hesitated for a moment and spoke again. Without waiting for the others to follow, Mo Juren directly raised his hand and touched the jade plaque in front of him and shouted loudly,
"One hundred and fifty thousand……"
"I..." Upon hearing this price, several people participating in the competition almost choked to death. They all looked at someone speechless, and an idea came to their minds.
Is this guy here to cause trouble?
How could anyone shout so high at once? Moreover, 150,000 spirit stones are far beyond the actual value of this 'Purple Cold Dew'.
A few people's psychological price range is between 120,000 and 130,000, and if it's any higher, it's not worth it.
Except for a few people, everyone else in the hall also found it interesting. They all turned to look at Mo Juren and kept looking at him.
"Okay, this fellow Taoist bids 150,000 yuan. Who else is willing to follow up? 'Purple Cold Dew' and other rare items are truly rare and hard to come by. Moreover, it is a whole bottle. If you miss this time, you will try again in the future." It will be difficult to meet him." Seeing this, the man in black robe immediately hit the railroad while it was hot.
It's a pity that everyone is not a fool. If they can cultivate to the realm of Nascent Soul, they are all human beings. It is impossible for them to act impulsively because of one or two words of deception.
The man in black robe had obviously expected it, but he was not too upset. After all, he had made a huge profit of 150,000 spirit stones.
After waiting for a while, there was still no response, so he immediately smiled and said,
"One hundred and fifty thousand times, is there still..."
"Twice a hundred and fifty thousand..."
"One hundred and fifty thousand three times, the deal is done. This bottle of purple cold dew will belong to this fellow Taoist." The man in black robe laughed, then waved his hand, and the deacons went down with the things to deal with it.
At this time, the second lot was also brought to the high platform.
Compared with the first one, this time's items are obviously much worse, but there are still many people participating in the competition.
Mo Juren didn't have much interest. He handed over the spirit stone with the deacons, put away the Zihan Dew, and continued to wait patiently.
The third item...
The fourth item...
…
More than an hour has passed, and more than twenty items have been auctioned.
Unfortunately, although there were some good ones, they were not to his liking.
"The auction item below is quite special. I think all fellow Taoists will definitely be interested in it." But at this moment, the middle-aged man in black robe suddenly smiled mysteriously, and then clapped his hands behind him.
There was a movement of figures, but it turned out to be four burly men, jointly carrying a huge iron cage that was about ten feet square, with a strange bird curled up inside.
It looks like an eagle but not an eagle, and looks like a falcon but not a falcon. It is about seven feet tall, and its feathers are all gorgeous and colorful. I don’t know what species it is.