What I didn't expect at all was that it took seven people an hour to absorb and digest just a glass of holy water, which was amazing.

The first to open his eyes was Aoba, who asked me with wide eyes, "Xiaoyou, what kind of water is this?"

"Holy water. I smiled and looked at the others who opened their eyes one after another and said: "This is what I used to repair my injuries when I crossed the tribulation, the effect is very good, you can look for it, there must be this kind of thing or something similar, if there is enough holy water during the tribulation, the success rate will be much higher." ”

"Okay. The seven people nodded again and again, and Aoba said: "This water is worthy of holy water, not medicine, but it is more effective than many elixirs." ”

"Hmm. I nodded and said, "There will be an auction in your Wudang Festival, and even between the various sects, or if you have any good things, you can take them out for auction or exchange them with things of equal value, this is a good opportunity, you can take this opportunity to find something to use to survive the tribulation." ”

"Okay, let's go. The seven people stood up at the same time and headed towards the main hall of Wudang.

What I didn't expect was that these seven seemingly kind and reasonable old men turned out to be very unreasonable and domineering, pulling the current head of Wudang and going directly to the treasure pavilion of the auction, and looking at all the things to be auctioned.

But all the medicinal materials or magic weapons that are helpful to them in their tribulation, and they want them one by one, when they ask for them by name, the current head of Wudang next to them is about to cry, but they don't dare to say a word, but their faces are about to cry because they are rare.

Seeing me standing on the side, he whispered to me: "Little friend, I see that the seven ancestors care about your opinion very much, you can help persuade it, now these things they want have exceeded three percent of the items auctioned in the entire auction, and they are all the best things, if this continues, the auction will not be held, even if it is held, then it will be a lot inferior, and it will have an impact on the image of Wudang and the later festival." ”

My face twitched slightly, what he said was not unreasonable, and he continued to speak: "There are a lot of things in them that are not our Wudang's, and other sects or VIPs consignment, if we all pick them up, but we have to pay a lot of money, which is a lot of money for our Wudang!"

"Isn't that enough? How much is it?" I asked, lowering my voice.

"A preliminary estimate will be at least hundreds of millions of ......," the head of Wudang said with an ugly face.

I looked at the seven old Taoist priests who were still picking out in surprise, and I shouted: "Seven seniors, it's almost done, you all take it, this auction can't be held, but it will affect the reputation of Wudang very much, you are the leader of Wudang, you can't do too much, and you also pick good things to take, and the rest is not easy to sell." ”

The seven of them were stunned, looked at each other, and said, "That's it." ”

The seven of them nodded to each other, and then said to the current head of Wudang: "All of these ticks on this list are all sent to Xuanyue Peak." ”

"Okay. The head of Wudang nodded again and again, not daring to say a word.

I hurriedly said: "Many of these things are not Wudang's, but consignments from other sects, and the money required for these things is about hundreds of millions, and you Wudang have to bear it......

"What is the concept of hundreds of millions?" the seven old men looked at each other, and then turned their heads to look at the head of Wudang.

"It's probably equivalent to the tourism income of our Wudang Mountain for three years, and this has to be saved enough by the sect without spending and the disciples without eating or drinking. The head of Wudang said.

The seven people looked at each other, Aoba frowned slightly, and then said: "In this way, each of the seven of us will take out a piece of something that we have with us, and you will take it to the auction to see if you can make up the money." ”

"No, no, how can you make it!" the head of Wudang waved his hand again and again.

"Yes, that's it, you send something up in a while, and we'll give it to you. Aoba took the lead and walked out and said, "Let's go, let's go back." ”

Then not long after going out, I found that there were many people stopping to watch not far away, Wudang's festival is equivalent to a prosperous era of the entire martial arts, basically the entire Jianghu sect came, and those who didn't come were those small sects that couldn't get invitation tickets, as well as those who were scattered.

These people saw the seven old men majestic, and the other Wudang disciples all bowed down to them, and even many disciples who were not Wudang also bowed down to them, because these seven people were all over 100 years old.

But there are also a lot of strange glances, of course, this gaze is looking at me, just a little hairy child like me actually talked and laughed with them, and they were polite to me, and they were all guessing my identity.

At this moment, several middle-aged Taoist priests who looked like Taoists suddenly squeezed out of the crowd and beckoned to me and shouted, "Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan......"

I looked at it, and my heart suddenly chuckled, it turned out to be the Quanzhen Seven Sons of the Quanzhen Sect, and I wondered, didn't you say that there are only two or three tickets for a sect? Why did these seven people come in?

Could it be that they are famous, so they come in by brushing their faces?

I was very reluctant to see these seven people, but it was already a meeting, and it was such an occasion, so it was difficult to avoid it, so I squeezed out a smile and said, "Seven Dao Elders are good." ”

"Who are these?" Aoba asked me.

"The current Quanzhen Seventh Son of the Quanzhen Sect. I said casually.

"Oh. Aoba said lightly, with a disdainful expression on his face, but thinking about their identity, the old antiques who have been closed for decades are disdainful of their own heads, not to mention the younger generations of the expatriate.

"Quanzhen Seventh Son, I have seen several ancestors of Wudang!" The eyes of these seven people were still there, and they hurriedly clasped their fists and saluted Aoba and the others.

"Excuse me. Aoba squeezed out a polite smile and said, "A few people have come from afar, let's rest first." ”

But one of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen who was not long-sighted, saw that I was leaving, and said casually: "Xiaofan, how did you think about letting you come to our Quanzhen Sect last time? We sent you a letter to the Seven Stars Sect, but your head of the sect refused. ”

My face twitched slightly, I turned my head and said, "I'm sorry, several, it's hard to disobey the master's fate, since the master refused, then I can only stay in the Seven Stars Temple, thank you for your kindness." ”

"No, Xiao Fan, join my Quanzhen and become a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, and be the same generation as me, aren't you tempted at all?" The man continued to speak: "How much success can you have if you stay in a third-rate sect like the Seven Stars Sect? Don't waste such a good seedling of yours!"

I was about to speak again, but Aoba said impatiently: "You are the seventh son of Quanzhen, why don't you have any eyesight at all?" Don't say that you are in charge of accepting him as an apprentice, that is, you are in charge of teaching and worshiping him as a teacher, Xiao Fan may not be willing to accept him, hurry up and retreat, don't waste time here, if Xiao Fan wants to enter, he will also have to join our Wudang faction, and be the same generation as my seven senior brothers." ”

As soon as these words came out, not only Quan Zhen Qizi, but everyone present was dumbfounded, and the current head of Wudang was even more pale.

"What a big breath......" At that moment, a laugh rang out from the crowd, and everyone turned their heads to look at where the voice came from.