After such a thing happened, Wang Fan was not in the mood to continue talking to Liao Wuqing, but directly entered the room arranged for him by Liao Wuxiu.
He felt that his strength was still not enough. If he was strong enough, there would be no need to be so restrained.
After entering the room, Wang Fan practiced for several hours, but felt that his cultivation was progressing too slowly, so he simply stopped practicing and refined a killing spear.
His killing spear has a total of thirty-six levels of restrictions, and now he has refined it to the twelfth level. It would be great if he could refine it to the thirteenth level or even higher before entering the True Hong Space.
However, after three days, Wang Fan stopped refining the killing spear again.
It's not that he doesn't want to refine it, but the further back the killing spear is, the more difficult it will be to refine it.
Now there is only less than a month left before the battle for quotas between large and small sects. Even if he refines day and night, it is impossible to refine the thirteenth level within a month.
Wang Fan sighed helplessly. He planned to go out and see if he could get some useful magic weapons or martial arts.
As his cultivation level improved, many of his methods were no longer useful, such as the Seven Kills Flowing Cloud Sword, violent punches, etc.
The only things he can use now are the Great Desolation Sky-Destroying Slash, One-Sword Slash, and the Killing Short Spear.
These martial arts may have a miraculous effect on the enemy for the first time, but once they fail to kill the enemy and are used a second time, the threat to the enemy will become smaller and smaller.
He really feels that his means are a bit too limited. It would be great if he could practice more martial arts skills.
However, it seems a little impossible for him to find a martial arts that is pleasing to his eyes and successfully practice it in just one month.
But Wang Fan had no other choice, he could only go out and try his luck.
Wang Fan greeted Liao Wuqing and his daughter and left the inn.
He walked on the main street of Yunqing City, feeling the prosperity of Yunqing City, and felt in his heart
Also very sad.
Speaking of which, it had been a long time since he had walked through the streets of a bustling city so peacefully and contentedly. Even this Yunqing City, he had never visited.
"Good news, good news, Yunqing City will hold a big auction in three days. This auction is definitely the largest auction in Yunqing City's history."
"This auction will not only have jade slips and maps of the True Hong Space for sale, but also treasure maps of the True Hong Space. Not only that, there will also be many holy magic weapons, weapons, and martial arts for sale."
"If anyone wants to know more about the items to be auctioned at the auction, come over to me and buy a brochure."
"The booklet costs 10,000 high-grade spiritual stones. I only have 100 copies here. They are sold in limited quantities. Those who are quick will have them, but those who are slow will not be able to buy them. And I guarantee that you will never be able to buy such a booklet anywhere else except here.
"
Just when Wang Fan was looking for a treasure pavilion that had martial arts for sale, suddenly, a voice came over.
This voice was very deep, and Wang Fan could hear it clearly even from a long distance.
And listening to the content of the words, it is obvious that the owner of this voice is very good at talking and has the talent to be a businessman.
"Auction?" Wang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard the voice, and he immediately ran towards the direction from which the voice came.
Now he was worried about where to buy high-level martial arts. Now he heard that an auction was going to be held. How could he miss this opportunity?
What's more, he had heard very clearly that the other party only had a hundred pamphlets for sale, so he did not dare to neglect it.
He was afraid that if he arrived late, he would not be able to buy the auction brochure.
However, Wang Fan was quite speechless for asking for 10,000 high-grade spiritual stones for an auction brochure. This was too much.
A little darker.
Soon, Wang Fan had arrived in front of the young man selling the brochure.
The young man looked young, maybe less than thirty years old, but Wang Fan knew very well that there was absolutely no way that this young man was less than thirty years old.
In Yuanmen, the higher your cultivation level, the longer you will live. This young man's strength has reached the eighth level of the Supreme Realm. It would be strange if he was less than thirty years old.
But what surprised Wang Fan was that after he came to the young man, he strangely discovered that there were only a few people buying auction brochures around him.
Could it be that other monks have already bought this kind of booklet, or is there something wrong with it?
After all, in Wang Fan's opinion, even if the price of this kind of auction brochure is a bit high, it is definitely very popular.
"Junior brother, do you also want to buy a pamphlet? If you want to buy it, you have to hurry up. I only have one pamphlet here. If it is late, it will be gone."
When it was Wang Fan's turn, the young man had only one booklet left in his hand, and Wang Fan was the only one left beside him.
Although Wang Fan felt something was wrong, he didn't think much about it. No matter how poor he was, he still didn't care about ten thousand high-grade spiritual stones.
"Give it to me." Wang Fan quickly took out 10,000 high-grade spiritual stones and paid it to the young man, saying quickly.
"You have great vision. I believe that in the near future, you will become a truly strong person."
After receiving the spirit stone, the young man said something with a smile on his face, and then without a word of nonsense, it disappeared after a few flashes.
Wang Fan looked blankly at the young man who had disappeared in that moment, and felt something was wrong in his heart.
He subconsciously glanced at the surrounding monks again, and saw that the monks all had expressions of looking at idiots, and their eyes were full of gloating.
Wang Fan was about to ask
When I asked what was going on, a clear and cold voice came out, "Idiot, you have been cheated."
The person who spoke was a female cultivator who, like the young man selling the pamphlets, had an eighth-level cultivation level.
Her appearance is also very good, but her breath is a little colder.
When Wang Fan heard this, he couldn't help but frown slightly, "Sister, please tell me how to say this."
The female cultivator said coldly, "There is no need to give me advice. The kind of book you bought is sold at the Fanxi Commercial Building not far away. Each book contains a thousand high-grade spiritual stones."
"What?" Wang Fan couldn't help but open his mouth. If this was really the case, then he was really slaughtered.
Wang Fan quickly came to his senses, cupped his fists towards the female cultivator and said, "Thank you, senior sister, for reminding me. I'll take my leave now."
After saying that, Wang Fan had no intention of staying here anymore and immediately turned around to leave.
He planned to go to Fanxi Shopping Mall first to see if the booklet titled "One Thousand Spiritual Stones" was the same as the one he bought.
If it was different, he had nothing to say, but if it was the same, he planned to go find the young man to vent his anger.
Wang Fan's spiritual stone is not that easy to deceive. If he dares to deceive Wang Fan's spiritual stone, he will definitely make the other party spit it out ten times or a hundred times.
Wang Fan clearly remembered that when the young man shouted, he said that his booklet could only be purchased from him and could not be purchased at other places.
If the young man had not said this, even if Wang Fan was killed, he would have had no choice but to admit it. After all, it was a matter of fighting or suffering, and no one else could blame him. But if the young man said that, it would be completely different.
However, just as Wang Fan was about to leave, the female cultivator seemed to know what Wang Fan was thinking, and her cold voice came out again,
"You want to go find the guy who sold you the pamphlet? I advise you to save it. With your little cultivation, you will die if you go there."