There is no large-scale auction today, the monk at the entrance of the Leaning Moon Pavilion was squinting and napping, and when he saw Tong Xiaoye coming in, he didn't raise his head, and directly stretched out his hand.

Tong Xiaoye handed over the jade slip of Ao Ruozhen.

The monk swept his senses, stood up, and looked at her excitedly, his eyes sparkling as if he were looking at some great treasure.

It's a pity that most of the people who came to the Leaning Moon Pavilion wore cloaks that concealed their figures, and Tong Xiaoye also put one on, covering his body tightly, only revealing two black eyes, and let him look at it with a smile.

The monk's eyes flashed, and he also realized his faux pas, so he coughed dryly and said, "You have a blood fruit?" How many years? ”

Tong Xiaoye stretched out his hand and handed over two dark brown fruits.

"Oh, a hundred years!" The monk was a little disappointed, but he still cheered up and accepted the Blood Luo Fruit, and handed her a yellow jade plaque: "I'm sorry, the monks who need the Blood Luo Fruit are not easy to come out, and please go to the Yellow Character No. 9 room to rest first, we will contact Ao Ruo Zhenren, and we will contact you when the auction time is set." ”

Tong Xiaoye took the jade card without moving, swept his spiritual sense, and walked towards the yellow character No. 9 room in the jade card.

The secrecy and security of the Leaning Moon Pavilion are excellent, Tong Xiaoye sat comfortably in the box, nibbling on the spirit fruit and drinking a little wine, thinking of the mountain of blood Luo fruit in his excavator space, he couldn't help but smile and bend his eyes.

The Blood Luo Fruit contains a rich blood element essence, which can replenish the missing essence blood for the monk, and the essence blood is indispensable for the monk to cast large-scale spells, so the value of the Blood Luo Fruit is very high, and a hundred-year-old Blood Luo Fruit can be sold for at least fifty high-grade spirit stones.

And the reason why the Blood Luo Fruit is so valuable is because it only grows in the area infested by the Six Yang Fire, originally the northern slope of Yuntian Peak was rich in the Blood Luo Fruit, and it matured once in thirty years, and the Qianlong Continent would regularly send people to collect it from the spiritless land, although the Blood Luo Fruit for a hundred years was precious, it was not much rare.

But a few years ago, there was an accident in Yuntian Peak, and the surrounding area of the mountain peak was completely wrapped in magma, even the Jindan period monks did not dare to approach, not to mention those lowly body cultivators, collecting blood Luo fruit has become a luxury.

The inventory of blood Luo fruit is getting smaller and smaller, the price is rising with the tide, the lower year is better, and the value is more than a hundred years old, and the value is constantly doubling, and now it has even reached more than five times that of the ordinary centennial spirit plant.

And Tong Xiaoye happened to pick the Blood Luo Fruit in Yuntian Peak, because she was not afraid of the Six Yang Fire, she picked a lot of fruits, there were more than a dozen of them for more than a hundred years, and there were countless for those under a hundred years.

The coolest thing is that she still has seven Blood Luo Fruit Kings!

These fruits can only be exchanged for a contribution point in the land of no souls, and she always feels that it is not cost-effective, so she only takes some of the worst charging tasks, and the others have been placed in the storage space, and now they finally come in handy.

After waiting all morning, the Leaning Moon Pavilion finally sent back the teleportation talisman.

The Leaning Moon Pavilion will hold a large-scale auction in a month's time, when many high-level alchemists and alchemists will come over, and the Blood Luo Fruit will become the auction item in that auction.

When leaving, the monk guarding the door asked her tentatively: "I don't know that Youke still has a higher grade of Blood Luo Fruit, our Leaning Moon Pavilion will definitely help you get a satisfactory price, if you don't want spirit stones, you can also exchange them for other treasures." ”

Tong Xiaoye decisively refused, the monk was not the slightest surprise, accompanied by Xiao handed her a cyan crescent-shaped jade plate, after the blood Luo fruit was auctioned, you can directly settle the spirit stone in the jade bottle, and you can also swipe the jade card to pay when you encounter something you want to auction, which is similar to the bank card in the previous life.

What's more, with this jade plate, she will be able to enter and exit all branches of the Leaning Moon Pavilion at will in the future.

Back in Xiazhou City, Tong Xiaoye found an inn and slept beautifully, and took the little monkey to taste the deliciousness of Xiazhou City, and finally waited for the day when the auction opened.

Early in the morning, she put on her cloak and came to the Leaning Moon Pavilion.

Due to the large scale of this auction, the monks who came from extraordinary backgrounds, and the value of the two hundred-year-old blood Luo fruits was not ranked, Tong Xiaoye did not enjoy the box treatment, but sat in the lobby with a group of monks in cloaks.

The monks in the hall complained for a long time, and when all the big names came, the auction finally began.

Tong Xiaoye used his spiritual sense to observe each auction item, intending to find another suitable spell for himself.

Since entering the foundation building period, the spiritual power in the dantian has suddenly skyrocketed, and her spells are no longer decorations, it is not bad to have a powerful spell, even if the power is not obvious, it is excellent to scare people.

Who knew that the old man didn't find out for a long time.

Heaven-level spells have extremely high requirements for spiritual roots, and she can't look down on Xuan-level, so she picks and chooses to the end, and reluctantly chooses a low-level one, but in the end, the bid is too high and she gives up.

Although she still has a lot of blood fruits, this thing is worthless if it is too much, and it is easy to attract covetousness, so she has to sell it slowly.

After a long garbage time, the auction entered the finale, and all the monks straightened up nervously and watched with full attention.

The first one to put out was a superb treasure, and Tong Xiaoye took a fancy to it at once.

It is a simple mace, and the handle is a simple and low-key log, which looks good in the hand; The hammer part seems to be made of some strange animal bone, shining with a black and faint luster, and the steel nails on it are bright and sharp and sharp, and it hurts to look at it.

The name of this weapon is also very simple, it is called a mace, and the base price is one hundred high-grade spirit stones.

Tong Xiaoye doubled directly without hesitation.

There was an eerie silence in the field, no one was fighting, and the mace fell into her hands very smoothly.

So much so that Tong Xiaoye has been regretting it at the auction later-is it true that his vision is too weird?

No one wants such a good weapon, not even a competitor, maybe you can take the reserve price and shoot it directly, and you are stupidly doubled!

The thought of spending a hundred high-grade spirit stones in vain, Tong Xiao's ambition hurt his heart.

So much so that she didn't listen much to the auctions later, and patronized the distressed spirit stones.

Fortunately, the two Blood Luo Fruits gave her a lot of surprises, the first one was auctioned for the price of one hundred high-grade spirit stones, and the second one turned out to be one hundred and fifty high-grade spirit stones, and the Leaning Moon Pavilion took one-tenth of the handling fee, and then removed the spirit stones of the mace, she also earned an extra twenty-five spirit stones.

Tong Xiaoambi was satisfied with the things, and without waiting for the auction to end, he quietly left the Leaning Moon Pavilion with a cloak on.

In the second box of the Tianzi of the Leaning Moon Pavilion, a man frowned imperceptibly.

As soon as he came out of the Leaning Moon Pavilion was a barren mountain, Tong Xiaoye's steps were brisk, worried about being followed, and he specially put on a cloak and turned around, and observed it with his spiritual sense for a while, before he got on his walnut boat and flew away like a sharp sword.

There was a loud bang, and the boat jolted violently.

Tong Xiaoye was dizzy, and it took a long time to stabilize her body, she hid the Ruyi dry gold rod in her sleeve, and slowly fell to the ground in a small boat.

I didn't expect to be so cautious, but I was still followed.

The monk who follows himself is at least a cultivator in the infancy stage, otherwise his spiritual sense should be able to detect it.

Yuanying Monk deliberately followed a little girl in the foundation building period, what was it for?

Tong Xiaoye looked up at the male cultivator standing with a sword in front of him.

At the age of about twenty years old, his face is pale and his facial features are delicate, his pupils are extremely light brown, the corners of his mouth are slightly curved, and he looks very weird with a smile on his skin.

Tong Xiaoye looked at him quietly for a while, and when he saw that he hadn't spoken, he took the initiative to speak: "I don't know what the seniors did to stop my boat?" ”

The male cultivator still didn't speak, but his brown eyes were like poisonous snakes, staring at Tong Xiaoye coldly, and his poisonous snake-like eyes seemed to see through all her disguises.

The huge coercion struck, Tong Xiaoye's body trembled, barely stabilized his body, and suddenly waved the dry gold rod and slashed at the male cultivator like a sharp sword.

Volleystep can't fly, and he definitely can't escape in the deep mountains, so he can only take the initiative to attack, and maybe he can kill him with the power of a jade and golden rod.

The male cultivator didn't expect Tong Xiaoye to dare to take the initiative to attack, and in a daze, the dry gold rod hit him like a bamboo, hitting him fiercely on his body protection spiritual power.

With a loud bang, the spiritual power of the body protector was shattered, and the male cultivator's head shook slightly, revealing a trace of fierceness in his eyes.

"Little girl, you are bold enough! Do you know who the old man is? The male cultivator snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, the small green thorns in the sky attacked Tong Xiaoye.

Tong Xiaoye was not afraid, his body twisted strangely to meet the past, and the sun-breaking slash was used in an instant, and he slapped the male cultivator's head with a dry gold rod, and the fivefold power was exerted on the immortal weapon, even the Yuan Infant Monk couldn't bear it, and the male cultivator shook his body and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

But the little green thorns also enveloped her, and as soon as the green thorns landed on her body, as if they were alive, they suddenly pierced through the armor and burrowed into her skin.

What's even more terrifying is that this little green thorn is also soaked in poison, and the pain of eating bones is like thousands of ants biting their bodies, Tong Xiaoye barely stood in place, and broke out in a cold sweat in pain.

The male cultivator on the opposite side wiped away the blood from his lips, swallowed a mouthful of pills, and slowly stood up.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Tong Xiao's ambition was about to enter the Silent Sky Realm, when suddenly the little black hair came to her, she showed surprise and stopped her movements suddenly.

The male cultivator in the infancy of the Yuan laughed out loud: "Little cheap person, if you can taste the old man's poison needle, you will not be in vain in this life!" ”

Poison Needle?

Tong Xiaoye had heard of this name.

After revealing the jade slip, she specially inquired about the origin of Ao Ruo Zhenren, and knew that Ao Ruo Zhenren's best skill was the blue poison needle, and the poisoned person would die of ten thousand poisons devouring bones, and the end was extremely vicious.

This nameless male cultivator with a pale face turned out to be the Ao Ruo Zhenren who sought blood Luo Guo!

The poisonous needle gnawed every inch of skin, and the pain all over his body was unbearable, Tong Xiaoye gritted his teeth, suddenly stepped forward, and waved the dry gold rod to slash at Ao Ruo's head again.

Anyway, they are all poisoned, and they have the Lonely Sky Realm as a way out, and it is good to be able to fight with one more stick! R1152