Chapter 418: Extra: A Trip to the Secret Realm

As soon as Lian Zi heard it, he knew that it was Shui Qin who was arguing with people again.

It seems that she is really a troublemaker, and she can cause trouble wherever she goes.

"She probably thinks that she has excellent talent and has the backing of her parents to have no scruples." Lian Zi commented lightly, "I really haven't met a few little girls like her. ”

"If she doesn't change her personality, sooner or later she will suffer." Murong Yue didn't pay attention to the things below, but looked at the things that were going to be auctioned tonight in the auction book.

Miss Shuiqin, if you want to say how unreasonable she is, it's just that she is too self-centered, and she is definitely not likable.

Lian Zi also came to Murong Yue to read the booklet and left her alone.

"I think this is for you, do you want it?" Murong Yue pointed to a ribbon pattern on the booklet, with its name appended to it, Yuehua.

This is a low-grade spiritual weapon, which looks like a ribbon, but is actually a soft sword.

"I don't think we can necessarily afford it." Lian Zi read the introduction, and it was indeed okay, but although the reserve price was cheap, if someone else wanted it during the auction process, it was not easy to get it, and Lian Zi didn't want to spend all his savings for a weapon.

This is a very real problem, in the end, the two of them are still too poor to have any family background as god-incarnate monks.

"Dear fellow Daoists, welcome to the monthly auction of Linxian Pavilion......"

Before the two could discuss it, the auctioneer's voice came from the middle of the lobby.

With a few polite words, the auction begins.

According to the practice of Linxian Pavilion, the better things are, and generally appear later than they are.

The auctions now are just some warm-ups, only applicable to Zhuji and Jindan, and even Yuanying can't reach it, and the people who shout the price are basically people sitting in the lobby.

It wasn't until halfway through the auction that the good stuff really came out.

Soon, it was the soft sword that Murong Yue had been optimistic about before.

"Thirty million." A voice came from the box.

"Fifty million."

Pulling up 20 million spirit stones at once, many people were so surprised that they gasped.

"Sixty million."

"Seventy million, Miss Jianben wants it." Shui Qin was very dissatisfied, she only felt that the other party was deliberately competing with her.

She finally fell in love with a favorite spiritual weapon, but the other party was so ignorant.

"Hmph, at the auction venue, the one with the highest price wins, if you don't have a spirit stone, you should leave as soon as possible to avoid losing face." In another box, an equally delicate female voice mocked.

"Eighty million." She shouted this with absolute confidence.

Shui Qin was about to be angry with her, staring at the direction where the voice came from, her eyes were full of unwillingness, and she turned to the man next to her and said coquettishly: "Daddy, I must use this soft sword, and I can use it when I cultivate to Yuanying." Didn't you always ask me to practice hard and not run around, I promised you, buy this soft sword, and I will go back to practice well. ”

"Qin'er, don't be willful, this soft sword is not worth so many spirit stones, and then Daddy will buy you a better one." The man looked at Shui Qin gently, he was not reluctant to give up the spirit stone, but he felt that his daughter was too impulsive.

"Daddy, I don't care, I want it, I want it." Shui Qin shook his hand.

Where can she listen to persuasion now, she just thinks about not letting herself be wronged, and she must earn back face.

Seeing that Shui Qin's side didn't speak for a long time, the other party began to taunt again, "What, there are no spirit stones?" If you don't say it sooner without a spirit stone, otherwise I would have been included in my hands a long time ago. ”

"Ninety million." Shuiqin couldn't care about anything else, and shouted out the offer directly.

……

Lian Zi and Murong Yue listened to the scramble between the two sides in the box, glad that they didn't get involved.

Okay, now there's no need to worry about it, they can't afford this sky-high spiritual weapon at all.

In the end, this soft sword was finally photographed by Shui Qin with 1120 million spirit stones.

However, this spiritual weapon is not worth so many spirit stones at all, and the general market price of other spiritual weapons of the same level is only 50 million to 80 million spirit stones.

In the end, the two didn't buy any of the auction items.

After going back, the two of them concentrated on cultivation and prepared for the next secret realm.

This secret realm is opened once every hundred years, and there is no restriction on the cultivation of monks who enter, however, because it is too dangerous inside, it is generally tacitly assumed that the minimum cultivation must at least reach the foundation before entering, otherwise, if you enter the Qi training period, you will only be cannon fodder in the end.

Not to mention the open and secret battles between monks, the sinister human heart, is the simplest environment, and those who enter the Qi training period will die as soon as they enter.

In fact, it is best to be Jindan and above, and the possibility of survival will be greater, but many people also want to go in to find opportunities during the foundation building period, and they all have the intention of good luck, and no one stopped them, so they went with them.

Although he didn't buy anything at the auction hall of Linxian Pavilion, he and Murong Yue still prepared gadgets, which might be able to play a role.

Two days before the opening of the secret realm, a large number of monks came to Qixia Mountain.

The time for the secret realm to open is very short, and for fear of missing it by accident, everyone will usually be two days early.

Even Zi and Murong Yue also caught the trend and passed ahead of schedule.

Then, the two of them saw Yuan Ying and the Avatar Cultivator, who usually didn't appear in front of everyone much.

Many people have noticed Lian Zi and Murong Yue, and the two of them suppressed their external cultivation in the Yuan infant stage.

The low-ranking monks couldn't see through their cultivation, but the high-ranking monks could feel it.

Feeling the gaze that shot from time to time, Murong Yue was very dissatisfied, and immediately released coercion to show that he was not a random person to be bullied.

"When did two strange Yuanying monks come to this Kuncheng?" A middle-aged man with a sheep's horn beard asked the juniors beside him.

"They appeared more than half a year ago, and the first time they appeared was in Southern Soul City, and they stayed in Kuncheng later, probably for this year's secret realm."

The goatee man nodded, there are indeed many people who come to Kuncheng every year for the secret realm.

After two days of guarding, the secret realm finally opened as scheduled.

I saw clouds and mist sweeping in the distance, and the calm mountain began to become strange.

The distortion of time and space seemed to be felt in the space, and the surrounding aura was agitated, and after an hour, experienced people judged that the entrance and exit had stabilized, and then flew into the vortex.

The others followed suit, swords or flying into the vortex in mid-air.

Even Zi and Murong Yue didn't dare to delay, this vortex existed for less than a quarter of an hour, and sometimes it was even shorter.

The two of them interlocked their fingers, and after experiencing a twisted pull, they finally landed in the secret realm.

As soon as the two of them stepped on the ground, before they could inspect their surroundings, an overwhelming number of flying insects attacked the two of them.

The grade of the flying insects is not high, only the third order, but thousands of flying insects gathered together, they can also gnaw the Jindan monks to the slag.

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