The star-catching saint smiled calmly: "This is about talking about flaws."
"As we all know, all spiritual treasures rarely change, unless someone with great supernatural powers changes their destiny and reshapes the body of the treasure."
"However, failure is possible."
"That is, what it was like when the heaven and earth were created, or what it was like when the weapon spirit was born, and what it will be like afterward."
"The Dao Weapon Spirit's cultivation is suspected to be in the early stage of divine transformation, and at most it will not exceed the middle stage of divine transformation. The only saving grace is the sanity of ordinary monks." "The Immortal Tower will not engage in thankless business."
"However, for all of you, as long as you get such a treasure, it is equivalent to getting help from a person with good cultivation and not low sanity."
…
"Amitabha."
The candidate Buddhist disciple of Tianlong Temple groaned.
His expression did not change.
As the true successors of the sect, they have known these things for a long time.
Otherwise it won't be their turn.
For example, although he himself is unparalleled in fame, he is actually only ranked fifth or sixth among the true disciples of the sect, and there are many geniuses before him.
Why didn't they come?
It's not that he didn't receive the invitation, it's that he simply doesn't like a Taoist-level weapon spirit treasure.
Sanity is the only saving grace.
This is what they value most.
Otherwise, the Taoist level is still relatively weak.
The demon lord of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace threw the fruit into his mouth and chewed it carefully.
Said: "I don't care about these. I heard that the spiritual treasure is related to becoming an immortal. I want to see what happens. As long as the news is accurate enough, then I will definitely take this soul flag."
"Hmph. Devil, you want us to give in when your upper and lower lips touch each other?"
Chen Tianba sneered.
Then he said: "It's not like my Chen family doesn't have any treasures, but I want a treasure of my own."
"Five and a half million."
"Amitabha, the little monk has given out six million."
"Bald Donkey, why are you joining in the fun?!"
"Since it's an auction, the young monk can naturally bid." The candidate Buddha from Tianlong Temple said with a smile.
"Seven million."
The monk in the hat shouted.
"Eight million!"
"That's right, that's right. They are all petty."
"Fifteen million!"
The sharp female voice fell.
"Twenty million." Venerable Li Ku said in a deep voice.
When the price reached 20 million, everyone had different expressions.
Venerable Qingluan looked unhappy and had cold eyes, as if he was pondering whether he should continue to raise the price.
After all, this was just a piece of news, not that the artifact treasure actually existed on the stage. If it was the latter, she would have to spend several times more to get it.
"Fellow Daoist Qi, your family fortune has been completely wiped out, right? Aren't you planning to compete for the sect's Taoist disciples?"
Chen Tianba looked at Venerable Liku holding the sword.
Li Ku still held the sword, without any distressed look on his face, and said calmly: "It's only 20 million."
Twenty million high-grade spiritual stones is already a huge sum of money.
According to the current exchange rate, you can exchange it for 180 million medium-grade spiritual stones.
That is 23.4 billion low-grade spiritual stones.
At that time, the amount allocated by the Great Instrument Sect was only 200 million high-grade spiritual stones.
It was a large-scale relocation to renovate the city. Now everyone is competing for 20 million for a piece of illusory news. In the end, it is not sure whether they will get it.
After seeing this price, everyone was worried. They were afraid that if they raised their hand again, it would fall into their hands, and they were also afraid that if they raised their hand, it would not fall into their hands.
"It is said that the weapon spirit treasure contains the secret of becoming an immortal. The grade of this treasure is a bit low, but it is more suitable for everyone to use. It is the best help for competing Taoists!"
The star-catching saint looked at everyone with a smile.
A fleeting word warmed up the somewhat cold place again.
The demon's expression was gloomy and he was gnashing his teeth.
If he hadn't been unable to defeat them, he would have taken all thirteen invitations.
Calculating the spiritual stone in his hand and the benefits of obtaining the position of Daozi, his eyes became red and he shouted: "Two thousand one!"
"Two thousand one hundred and five."
"who?!"
The demon stared at the monk in the bamboo hat who spoke loudly.
"Amitabha, the little monk came out with two thousand three."
"Two thousand and five!"
Huang Tuo almost roared.
Two thousand and five thousand is not a big deal, but just buying one piece of news is still a huge loss.
His persistence in being the Taoist Master prevented him from giving up.
Once you give up this opportunity, you don't know when you can catch up.
Do you have to go to Yuanyang Region to try your luck on your own?
If luck can be bought with spiritual stones, he can spend any amount of money on it.
Venerable Liku sighed and said silently: "It seems that this thing has no destiny for me."
The highest price in his mind was two thousand five thousand. If it was higher, he wouldn't be able to accept it. Anyway, there would be more than one auction, so he would just keep waiting.
Counting breaths passed.
It seems like a long season.
"Twenty-five million high-grade spiritual stones."
"Congratulations to little friend Huang Tuo."
Huang Tuo slumped on the seat, closed his eyes to rest, and then he laughed. His red eyes gradually calmed down, but his chest was still heaving.
He was not as calm as he imagined. He looked at Saint Reaching for the Stars as if he couldn't hold back his excitement. Before he could ask, Saint Reaching for Stars said: "Please come with me, little friend, to get the news about the treasure."
As Huang Tuo left with the saint, the six people present suddenly became active.
Chat chat.
Those who talk small talk talk small talk.
The topics all revolve around the spiritual treasures.
"Fellow Taoist Qingluan?"
Venerable Liku looked at the red-robed monk sitting not far away in surprise.
"We can join forces."
"Join forces?"
"good."
"Why are you looking for me, fellow Taoist?"
"Because you have a good reputation."
Qingluan pointed at the gray-robed monk not far away and said: "The demons of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace are real demons."
Then he turned his attention to the young man: "The Chen family of the ancient clan is very domineering and is not someone to cooperate with."
"Huang Tuo has received the news and will not cooperate with me."
"That man in a bamboo hat is so secretive that he is not kind."
"Monk..., I don't like monks."
Li Ku smiled bitterly.
I didn't expect that this venerable person would come to such a subjective conclusion.
Indeed, as Venerable Qingluan said, he is a good partner. The remaining monks either have an early advantage, or they know who they are at a glance, so there is no need to cooperate at all.
The devil smiled and said: "Since the flower has fallen into someone else's family, I will take the first step."
"You can't leave."
The ethereal voice fell.
The demon who had already stood up paused for a moment, and his expression immediately turned gloomy: "Does the Ancient Immortal Tower still want to stop me from leaving?"
"It was clearly stated on the invitation that no one is allowed to leave."
"If you want to get out, there is only one way."
"any solution?"
"die."
"Dead men keep secrets."
As the saint's consciousness locked onto him, the demon spread his hands and said, "Fortunately, I've never been good at keeping secrets."
With that said, he sat back down safely.
Everyone knows what the devil is thinking, and he just wants to follow Huang Tuo so that he can defeat the wolf with nothing. But how could the Ancient Immortal Tower allow someone to take advantage of this loophole?
Sui Er.
The Star Reaching Saint returns.
He looked at the crowd and said, "The auction will restart in two years. Please wait for a while."
"Two years is too long!"
"But this is the rule of Guxian Tower."
…
"The starting price is four million high-grade spiritual stones."
"Ten million."
"..."
"One thousand and five!"
Seeing Venerable Liku and Venerable Qingluan walking up together, the demon suddenly asked anxiously: "How can two people be together?"
"I really didn't say you couldn't raise money to buy it."
"Kids can also find their own partners."
The demon turned around and took a look.
Who should he, a demon cultivator, cooperate with?
…
Starting price, three million...
…
"Amitabha."
"Little monk, take one step first."
…
Two more years later.
"Two million a share."
"Do you still need it?"
"Give me one!"
The remaining three people took one portion each and hurried out.
…
"Where is he?"
"The City of All Things, a shop selling utensils."
Lord Li Ku pursed his lips.
They are pretty fast, but they are still two years behind Huang Tuo.
The giant ship from the ancient city to the City of All Things has already made two trips. It would definitely be disadvantageous to wait any longer.
If you want to catch up, you can only take a shortcut, sneak into the domain barrier, shrink the ground into an inch, and quickly reach the city of all things with magical powers and magic that are so far away.
…
City of all things.
Blackware Pavilion.
The doorman was drowsy.
He felt that the name of the master was unlucky. Black weapons, black weapons, just sounded like a black shop. No wonder they couldn't sell many weapons and armors a year. It was a miracle that the store could be maintained. But thinking about the unruly appearance of the master, he was afraid that
I had no intention of selling anything.
"Qi Pavilion!"
The energetic voice was full of surprise.
It's like a traveler who has dried up in the desert and finally found an oasis of water.
The boy lazily raised his head.
Just look at those striking eyes.
Suddenly he started to wake up completely and asked quickly: "Master, what do you need?"
"Is your master Tushanjun?"
The strong man stood there with his arms bare, like a wall.
When he asked questions, he couldn't help but reveal an aura of inspiration, which made the little Qi practitioner tremble in fear and couldn't even speak.
"Not...clear."
"is it him?"
The strong man took out a jade slip from the storage ring.
There is a monk painted on it.
Red hair.
Black robe.
Pale.
The eyes are black and red.
The panic in the boy's eyes couldn't be concealed at all, and he secretly cried out in his heart: "Sir, weren't you a gangster in the past, or did your enemies come to visit you?"
It doesn't look like he can be good at all.
He wanted to do something, but under this man's gaze, he was like a chicken cub under a tiger's claws.
"Is your master in the shop?"
"exist."
"take me!"
The boy could only lead this strong man like an iron tower into the inner hall and the back hall.
In the courtyard, a monk sitting in front of the bellows was swinging the hammer in his hand.
The boy opened his mouth and shouted: "Master, run!"
The red-haired monk in charge of the hammer looked sideways, frowned slightly, and looked at the strong man approaching.
He didn't know this person.
Huang Tuo left the boy behind and said loudly: "I am Huang Tuo from the ancient temple."