Yu Feifan held the water bead in his hand, the size of a pigeon, crystal clear, and a full of water spiritual power filled it.

"It's up to you for the sake of the sincerity of the Daoist!" Yu Feifan raised a blue light in his hand and flew out, throwing the sky-cutting sword out.

"Thank you, Daoyou!" the woman said happily to Yu Feifan.

Although there are many strange things in the ghost market, these things are not of much use to Yu Feifan now, and as for some strange materials, Yu Feifan can't really buy them.

"Fellow Daoist, this bowl of poisonous flowers has been around for thousands of years, and it is the best material for refining poison-repelling elixirs. "A monk with a mask on his face and a short beard under his forehead.

After Yu Feifan checked it, he finally put it down. A spiritual object like this is not useless to Yu Feifan, but it doesn't have much effect on Yu Feifan now.

Just as Yu Feifan was wandering through the passages, a distant bell rang, and it rang nine times in succession. The monks in the ghost market put away the stalls in front of them one after another and walked towards the hall in the middle.

Yu Feifan followed everyone towards the hall, Huangfuduan and Mrs. Kang seemed to be waiting for Yu Feifan, although they recognized Yu Feifan at a glance through the mask.

"Yu Daoyou can gain something?" said Huangfu, who greeted him.

"It's okay!" Yu Feifan replied.

"The Hualong Society is about to start, let's go in too!" said Huangfu as he walked to a passage across the hall, where monks in golden masks were walking around. Among them, there are many monks with a deep aura on their bodies.

Walking through the passage, there was a very spacious meeting place, which was large enough to accommodate thousands of monks. Above the venue is the second floor, which is isolated by rooms above it, and there are forbidden fluctuations above the rooms. Directly opposite there was a large stage, and on the left and right sides of the stage stood several stone pillars carved with prohibitions, apparently a magic circle.

Yu Feifan and Huangfu found a corner position, although there were tens of thousands of seats here, but there were not so many monks. Whether they know each other or not, they will scatter each other and look on guard.

It seems that even with the guarantee of the Hualong Society, for these monks, who have long been accustomed to guarding against others, nothing can dispel the wariness that has already taken root in their hearts.

"The second floor is full of monks who have entered the realm of evil. The emperor glanced at the second floor, and all the people who flickered outside the room were monks who had already moved in.

Yu Feifan looked at it, there were about thirty monks.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the already quiet venue immediately focused all eyes on a thin old man in the stands.

The old man saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him, and nodded secretly with satisfaction. "Old man fire sickle, I believe that the monks here have an understanding, and this time the Hualong Club will be presided over by an old man. ”

After the fire sickle finished speaking, none of the monks below spoke, and Yu Feifan knew that they were afraid that their identities would be exposed.

"Let's start the fire sickle, the old man still has something to do?" a somewhat haughty voice came from one of the rooms on the second floor.

"Yes, Senpai. According to the rules of the Hualong Society, the material auction will be carried out first, and you can buy it with spirit stones, and if the spirit stones are not enough, you can use material collateral, and you will evaluate the assets for you with several Taoist friends. The fire sickle was not cowardly, and continued in a straight voice, "Let me remind you to abide by the order of our Hualong Society, so as not to hurt the harmony." ”

After the fire sickle finished speaking, several pillars on the stage flickered, and the entire hall, including the second floor, was suddenly shrouded in a light curtain. Immediately afterwards, four monks dressed identically appeared on the stage, undisguised as cultivators in the evil realm.

The four of them did not speak, but each sat cross-legged in a corner and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Needless to say, the monks here also understood the intention.

"Okay, let's start the auction now!" After the fire sickle signaled, four hot-skinned and smiling nuns immediately walked out from the back of the stage. The cultivation of the innate realm, but the aura on the body is frivolous, and most of them are cultivated by special means.

"What does Brother Yu think of these female cultivators?" said Huangfu Duan Spiritual Sense.

"Not bad!" Yu Feifan didn't know what Huangfu Duan meant, and replied lightly.

"These female cultivators also have a price, as long as the Daoist friends are willing to spend an extra hundred medium-grade spirit stones, they can be taken away. Huangfu laughed teasingly.

Yu Feifan's eyes flashed, and he didn't say anything more. He wasn't interested in these auctions, and his only purpose was to wait for the appearance of the monk with the golden gold in his hand. These things are left, even if Yu Feifan wants to take pictures of him, there are not so many spirit stones on him. Unless he's willing to sell everything he's on.

The fire sickle had already opened the contents of the four nuns' hands, and each of them had an object on the tray. A slender short sword, a black bowl, a broken book, and a strange stone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this first item is a high-grade magic weapon is the 'Lingyue Sword', which is the famous magic weapon of the Lingyue Venerable back then, and I don't need to say more about the power of it. As soon as the fire sickle practiced the short sword, layers of hazy sword shadows immediately flew across the stage.

"The power of this sword is definitely more than that, the starting price is eight hundred medium-grade spirit stones. ”

"Eight hundred!" immediately the monk quoted.

Although the power of this sword is good, it does not have much effect on Yu Feifan. When the price soared to 1,500 yuan, Yu Feifan gave up completely.

In the end, this Spirit Moon Sword was bought by a monk on the second floor for 2,000 medium-grade spirit stones.

The fire sickle was very satisfied with the price, and he said with a smile on his face: "The next one for everyone is a Yin Melting Bowl, and I don't need to say much about its usefulness." ”

The 'Yin Transformation Bowl' is an evil weapon, and most of these evil weapons require the monk's divine soul to refin, and the means are very cruel. There are really no taboos here, you must know that the major sects and families are strongly opposed to the cultivation of evil weapons by monks on the surface. For evil cultivators, the monks of Qianlu Academy even issued an order that everyone should be punished.

"This Yin Transformation Bowl is not forbidden to sacrifice and refine, and its potential is still very large. The starting price is three hundred spirit stones. ”

"Three hundred and fifty dollars!"

"Four hundred!"

"Four hundred and fifty dollars!"

Yu Feifan didn't expect that there would be so many monks competing for this evil weapon.

"Eight hundred yuan!" Yu Feifan also shouted a price. This made the emperor on the side a little surprised.

"Nine hundred!" the voice came from the room on the second floor. After the sound passed, no one in the monks below snatched it for a while.

Although no one here dared to forcibly buy and sell, as soon as the cultivators of the Evil Realm made a move, the monks of the Guiyuan Realm below did not dare to really fight for it.

The fire sickle asked three times in a row, and when he saw that there was still no response from the monk below, his face couldn't help but stiffen a little.

"A thousand spirit stones!" Yu Feifan's voice sounded again.

This made the monks in the hall below couldn't help but look at Yu Feifan, daring to challenge the authority of the cultivators who entered the evil realm, not all monks dared to do.

The strange thing is that after Yu Feifan called, the cultivator above didn't say anything again, maybe he didn't think it was worth it for a mere Yin Bowl.

A thousand medium-grade spirit stones was already Yu Feifan's limit, and he even dealt with some magic weapons that he couldn't use on his body.

The next two things, one is the thundering stone, which is the spiritual material for refining the thunder attribute magic weapon, and the fragment is said to be the classic book of a certain Zhenzong that has been destroyed.

Yu Feifan was no longer interested in these things, perhaps because of Yu Feifan's relationship, the Guiyuan Realm monks below also dared to argue with the cultivators of the Evil Realm. But not many have been able to succeed.

The auction lasted for a day and a night, and there were almost no items of any genre, especially the last one, which suddenly set off a climax in the whole venue.

"Black water is really evil!" The fire sickle opened the spirit bag in the hand of a female cultivator, and the temperature of the entire space immediately dropped a lot.

"I believe that I don't need to say more, just this evil spirit, everyone should know the power of this evil. ”

"Is it really black water?" shouted a female cultivator below. Yu Feifan felt that the voice was a little familiar, and his eyes looked to the right front, and sure enough, it was the female cultivator wearing the blue group.