On the ordinary seats on the third floor, there were five or six Yuan Dan monks next to them.

The leader was a young man who looked like a scholar.

The top and bottom of his robe are painted with a pair of green bamboo paintings, giving people a sense of grace.

Mahu view, the founding of the Kunpeng League, the realm of Yuandan Great Perfection.

In addition, among this group of people, those who have met Chen Ping once are the man with red phoenix eyes on the left and a female cultivator with a good face.

The two are Bai Ling and Tong Guan.

And the rest of the people around were all members of the Yuan Dan of the Kunpeng Alliance.

The middle position of the faint wrapping of several people was the source of Chen Ping's surprise.

The goat nonsense man with a bitter face, isn't it his cheap junior brother Yang Ziyu?

"This guy surnamed Sheep has fallen into the wolves again?"

The corners of Chen Ping's mouth twitched, a little speechless.

At the beginning, after Yang Ziyu borrowed a batch of pills from him, he swore that he would return to Fuyou City immediately.

Seeing that the meeting of the two cities is coming to an end, this person has not left yet.

However, the expression on Guan Yang Ziyu's face may have been intercepted halfway by the monks of the Kunpeng League, not voluntarily.

"Pinglang, who is that person?"

Seeing Chen Ping staring in one direction, Shen Wanwan couldn't help but say curiously.

"Elder Supreme of Luo Huazong owes me a little spirit stone."

Smiling, Chen Ping said meaningfully: "Look at this situation, he will continue to owe it for many years." ”

"You just specialize in pitting some small sects, monks of small families."

Shen Wanwan covered her mouth and chuckled, and did not ask any more.

Leaning back on his chair, Chen Ping closed his eyes for a quarter of an hour, and after thousands of monks entered the hall.

Moreover, all the boxes seem to have been occupied.

When Chen Ping opened his eyes again, he exhaled lightly.

Anyone who can enter the top auction is at least a monk who is in the middle stage of foundation building or above.

There are also hundreds of people in various realms in the Yuan Dan period.

But there were very few Jindan monks, no more than two palms.

It can be seen that the further the bottleneck, the more difficult it is, the more difficult it is.

Fortunately, the number of human races in the cultivation world is not small.

Relying on the huge base, the proportion of high-level monks appearing can basically remain stable in each generation.

"Knock"

"Knock"

"Knock"

Suddenly, several heavy bells rang throughout the cabin, and the door of the hall that had been open slowly closed in a burst of muffled sounds.

The dimly lit hall suddenly became a little darker.

Immediately, over the cylindrical auction table, a string of luxurious and radiant crystal lamps hung down.

This special thing, which is composed of a thousand night pearls, released a faint soft white light that sprinkled all over the audience.

The environment of the entire hall becomes clear and abnormal, like the day.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously looked towards the auction table.

"Fellow Daoists, Kuang is polite."

A gentle voice of the elder suddenly sounded, and the colorful light on the cylindrical platform flashed, and a monk with white eyebrows and gray hair, seventy or eighty, dressed strangely, appeared on the stage.

I saw this old man holding a string of reddish-brown prayer beads, wearing a golden robe, and smiling and chanting from beginning to end.

"Kuang Zhenren of Huayi Gate!"

"This auction is actually presided over by Brother Jindan."

"Hehe, there are too many valuable auction items this year, even the fake Dan monk can't deter everyone."

As soon as the old monk appeared, tens of thousands of monks immediately whispered and saluted with their hands folded.

Chen Ping and his wife in the box glanced at each other and bowed.

Kuang Xunzhi, the ancestor of Yanning City's Yimen.

This person has been practicing in a small temple in the mundane world since he was a child, and after officially entering the cultivation world, he still maintains the outfit of his early years.

When Kuang Xunzhi successfully broke through, he proclaimed himself the title of "Mingjing Monk".

In fact, with Chen Ping's strength, there is no need to be a "junior" at all.

But it's the same as reaching out and not hitting a smiling person.

Kwong Xunzhi's consciousness was scanning back and forth in the auction hall, and if he crossed his legs to watch the excitement, he would accumulate a bad feeling for no reason.

"As expected by all Taoist friends, the top auction is recommended by the old man Mao Sui and presided over by the big beam."

At this time, Kuang Xunzhi coughed lightly and spoke in a gentle voice: "This auction is jointly organized by the Nine Great Jindan Sects and the Daoist friends of Jindan Sanxiu Valley Lu Pugu. ”

"Every treasure has been certified by digital appraisers, and there is no shoddy, counterfeit or shoddy situation."

"As for the rules of the auction, the old man will not repeat them much."

"In short, during the bidding period, all forms of suppression and threats are prohibited, both openly and covertly, and violators will be severely fined three times the final price of the auction!"

After looking around lightly, and seeing that no one objected, Kuang Xunzhi announced the start of the auction, and shook his robe, and a purple jade bottle full of prohibitions floated out.

"The first treasure, a drop of astral essence consignment from the Sword Ding Sect!"

As soon as these words fell, the audience immediately fell silent.

Everyone held their breath and stared.

However, most of the monks already knew the order of the treasures in the auction in advance.

Yes, there was not much shock.

Astral Dew!

One of the auxiliary treasures of the Broken Gold Pill, in the eyes of ordinary Yuan Dan monks, is like a divine object, high above the touch.

The preciousness of this thing is destined to be a handful of people who are qualified to participate.

"The starting price is 5,000 points, and the price is not less than 1,000 points each time, let's start!"

Kuang Xunzhi's voice fell, and with a slow clapping of his hands, six diamond-shaped huge light curtains slowly rose.

The angle of the light curtain is very subtle.

No matter where you sit, you can see the picture displayed on it clearly.

"Four-two-three boxes, seven thousand points."

The next moment, a cold and loud voice came from the six light curtains.

At the same time, the number on the screen blurred for a while, and in the blink of an eye, it became "seven thousand" two ancient texts of cultivation.

"The old man interjected and said, this set of light curtains is a newly developed auction helper of Baiqiaomen, and the function, as you can see with your own eyes, now a set is only priced at eight thousand medium-grade spirit stones."

"Fellow Daoists who have opened an auction house, don't miss it."

Kuang Xunzhi pinched the Buddha beads in his hand and said with a smile.

In a huge box on the top floor.

"Wei Daoyou, how many benefits did you give Kuang Xunzhi?"

"Mu Daoyou laughed, after Kuang Daoyou bought a set of auction helpers a few years ago, he thought it was very easy to use, and he must have volunteered to promote Baiqiaomen for me."

"Hehe......"

……

"Wanwan, later you can help me contact Baiqiaomen and buy a set of auction helpers, hoping to compromise the price."

Chen Ping pondered for a while and commanded.

"Okay, but Wanwan and Baiqiaomen don't have much contact, I don't know if I can succeed in lowering the price."

Nodding slightly, Shen Wanwan said that she knew.

Chen Ping didn't continue to talk, staring intently at the light curtain, and the point token in his hand was already buckled on the wall.

Before the bottom line is crossed, the star essence is still his first shot.

"Five-two-five box, eight thousand points, Sword Ding Sect Yan Wanqing."

After a while, the offer of seven thousand was easily brushed down.

"Hey, she actually took the initiative to reveal her identity to bid."

Chen Ping subconsciously tilted his head to look over.

He is in the 524 box, and Yan Wanqing is next door?

As for the auction assistant's name, it's not surprising.

The point token contains the true information of the individual at the beginning.

Hide or expose it as you wish.

And Yan Wanqing's move is probably to show her determination to capture the stars and use her identity to deter competitors.

Anyway, after she took pictures of the astrological essence, she could directly seek refuge from the ancestor Liang Zhenren.

In this way, looking at the major forces in the Twin Cities, even the evil cultivation camp, few people dared to fight her idea.

But most of the monks with a hard-core background chose to auction anonymously.

"631 box, 9,000 points."

Hearing that another quotation sounded, Chen Ping raised his eyebrows, and just wanted to look at the past with his divine sense, but after all, he was afraid of a few golden pills, and said in a low voice: "Wanwan, where did the Taoist friends in that box come from?" ”

"You're always trying to break the rules."

Shen Wanwan glared at him, and with a bite of his jade lips, he still sacrificed the jade plate Dao vessel that belonged to the Pavilion Master of Lanyue Pavilion.

I saw that she sensed a few breaths in the Dao weapon, and then said: "Royal Beast Sect, Mu Yuan, the news is worth two hundred medium-grade spirit stones." ”

"It turned out to be him."

Chen Ping was suddenly stunned.

The Imperial Beast Sect Mu Yuan held 30,000 points, which was almost the same as Yan Wanqing.

If you fight desperately to the end, the attribution of the astrological dew will be produced between the two.

Glancing at the jade plate in Shen Wanwan's hand, Chen Ping was envious in his heart.

Not long after the auction began, the Lanyue Sect learned the specific seats of the monks.

What a terrible intelligence system, it is simply pervasive.

"Madam, the spirit stone is ready."

Chen Ping said with a smile and handed over a storage bag.

Shen Wanwan was restricted by the soul contract, and it was impossible for him to provide information for free.

"Pinglang holds Uncle Yin's token, and all kinds of information only need to pay half of the spirit stones."

Shen Wanwan said a normal way, then took out the quantity of a hundred from the storage bag, and returned the rest.

"Okay, thank you Shen Daoyou."

Chen Ping touched the bridge of his nose with a smile, this feeling of both raw and intimate prompted him to have a bold idea.

However, Shen Wanwan's soul contract was in the hands of Gu Sixian, the first cultivator of Lanyue, and it was not so easy to unravel it.

……

The auction of the Astrological Essence continues.

"Five-two-five box, 11,000 points, Sword Ding Sect Yan Wanqing."

"Five-seven-four boxes, 12,000 points, the ghost fire gate is eternal."

"619 box, 14,000 points, three unique halls Yi Evian."

In the later stages of the scramble, the major elders of the four sects of the Inland Sea were basically scrolling on the screen.

Even a few monks from the local Jindan sect gave up participating.

Staring at a name, Chen Ping was thoughtful.

Ji Yong of the Ghost Fire Gate seems to be Qian Wusheng's personal disciple.

……

When Yi Yiyun's offer stalled for a full three breaths, Chen Ping slowly put the token into the hole in the wall, and then his mind moved.

"Five-two-four box, fifteen thousand points."

Although he did not choose his real name to bid, he was ready to be exposed.

Since Shen Wanwan can know the real-time information, there is no reason why the other major host sects should not be clear.

"Five-two-five box, 16,000 points, Sword Ding Sect Yan Wanqing."

The new auction price immediately covered it.

Now, the scene is a little deserted.

16,000 points, close to 10 million low-grade spirit stones.

Anyone has to hesitate.

After all, the Astrological Essence Dew only provides a 10% probability of breaking the order, and its price rarely jumps to this number.

"Five-two-four box, 18,000 points."

Chen Ping expressionlessly transmitted a thought into the hole ban.

That's where his bottom line lies.

If anyone else else followed, he would give up without saying a word.

"Eighteen thousand, the first ......"

"Second ......"

In the light curtain, the cold confirmation sound sounded every ten breaths.

When the final third time was coming, Chen Ping's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but spin around in the box.

The astrological essence that lingers in his heart, is he going to take a picture of it?

"631 box, 19,000 points."

However, a voice shattered Chen Ping's illusions.

"Hmph, the little Imperial Beast Sect doesn't even have a Jindan monk, can you bring the Star Essence Dew back to the Floating City safe and sound?"

Chen Ping's expression sank instantly, and he pointed at the box above his head.

"Pinglang, do you want to add another round?"

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Shen Wanwan proposed.

"No, this thing is the bait for the Sword Ding Sect to harvest points, I can see it."

Chen Ping shook his head and said decisively.

After speaking, he took back the token and sat back on the futon with his arms crossed, with an indifferent expression.

……

"Five-two-five box, 20,000 points, Sword Ding Sect Yan Wanqing."

"631 box, 21,000 points."

"Five-two-five box ......"

Next, the monks were completely like Chen Ping, giving up competing for the astral essence.

Only Yan Wanqing and Mu Yuan, who have the highest points, are still desperately raising the price there.

In the later rounds, every change in the light curtain can cause the audience to sigh.

"Five-two-five box, twenty-four thousand points, Sword Ding Sect Yan Wanqing."

A slender woman in a red dress with a beautiful face turned her back to the door, and there was no fluctuation in her star-like eyes.

Beside her, stood two strong men of the Great Perfection of Yuandan, one old and one young.

"Qing'er, this is your last offer, the family has sold the public wealth accumulated for decades for you, and even lost a member of the Yuandan clan."

The old man took a half-step forward and said in a kind tone, but there was no doubt in his words.

"Senior sister, you have to be sensible, even if you don't have this drop of astrological essence, junior brother believes that you can also succeed."

A trace of unbearability flashed on the young monk's face, but he still spoke: "If you spend too much, it is difficult for other senior brothers who have deposited points with you to ensure that they will not complain." ”

Listening to the words of the two, the woman's shoulders trembled, and she just nodded slightly.

"Hey!"

The old man just wanted to say something, but he stopped abruptly, and finally turned into a faint sigh.

Because a row of subtitles reappeared on the light curtain.

"631 box, 27,000 points!"

With a price increase of three thousand, the opponent has completely put aside the value of the Astral Essence itself.

"So be it!"

The sound of the clear spring suddenly came together, and the woman slowly turned her head, her eyes full of smoke and a touch of breathtaking coldness.

"Third uncle, junior brother, this token has been handed over to you, and it will be distributed back after the auction is over."

The woman in the red dress raised her finger, and the token embedded in the forbidden was levitated.

At the same time, a hint of relief flashed in her eyes.

"Qing'er, where are you going?"

The old man seemed to have a premonition of something, his body was shocked, and his voice was hoarse.

"If you go to Jindan now, you won't be in the belly, and there will be no self in the world in the future."

The woman in the red dress smiled slightly, opened her arms and jumped out of the window, and suddenly turned into a beam of light and disappeared from the hidden passage of the auction hall.

……

"The female cultivator who left the scene seems to be Jian Ding Zhenchuan Yan Wanqing."

After his gaze caught the trajectory of the light crossing, Chen Ping's heart moved.

"The Imperial Beast Sect is so bold, even Yan Wanqing was defeated and fled."

Shen Wanwan's beautiful eyes were suppressed, and she said regretfully: "She was originally the most promising cultivation seed in the Inland Sea to advance to Jindan, but unfortunately she failed to break through the realm last time, even if she is the body of the earth spirit root, the sect can only support it once." ”

"The Imperial Beast Sect has obviously emptied its family funds as well, and I'm curious about how they can bring back the Astral Essence Dew surrounded by wolves."

Touching his chin, Chen Ping's eyes flashed.

The strongest person in the Imperial Beast Sect is just a fake pill, compared to several major Jindan sects, it is tantamount to a soft persimmon that is easy to pinch.

Not to mention the evil cultivation camp, even he has the intention of robbing.

"631 box, 27,000 points!"

The final word is finally clear.

After Kuang Xunzhi announced the ownership of the Astrological Essence, he beckoned a maid in exchange for a maid and ordered her to be sent to the corresponding box.

"Kuang is senior and slow."

At this moment, a middle-aged man of about thirty-five or six flew down from a box on the sixth floor.

This person was dressed in a white robe, with a Tai Chi pattern several feet in size embroidered on his chest, two long beards hanging down his chest, and his face was calm and uninhibited.

"Kuang's seniors are the astrological dews taken by the younger generations."

The middle-aged male cultivator bowed slightly, and handed over the point token with both hands.

"Imperial Beast Sect Supreme Elder Mu Yuan!"

"What, is it the astrological essence he photographed?"

The cultivators were envious and jealous.

"Mu Xiaoyou, according to the rules, you just wait in the box."

Kuang Xunzhi glanced at him meaningfully and said lightly.

"Disrupted the order of the auction, please forgive Senior Kuang!"

Mu Yuan first bowed his hand to him, and then, his body bowed somewhere on the top floor, and said loudly: "Mu Yuan of the Imperial Beast Sect of the Floating Hidden City has seen all the seniors. ”

"The younger generation is brave and plans to set up a knot around the Terran station, hoping that the seniors will be successful!"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately caused an uproar.

Including Kuang Xunzhi's face, a trace of surprise flashed.

Some of the cultivators were shocked and admired, some sneered and laughed, and some even had strange thoughts in their hearts.

"A smart man."

In the box, Chen Ping's eyes were burning, and there was an indescribable expression on his face.

Mu Yuan and the people of the Imperial Beast Sect were obviously well aware of their situation.

Instead of traveling thousands of miles and rushing back to the floating city, it is better to try to tie the knot in the Guzhou Plain.

Nowadays, there are several Jindans and hundreds of Yuandans on the plains, and looking at the entire sea area, there are very few safer places to cross the robbery than here.

However, there is a serious problem.

The process of attaining a monk's knot varies from person to person.

It can be as short as a few days or as long as months.

Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, if it is delayed for too long, are the Jindan monks willing to stay in the Guzhou Plain and wait for him?

For ten breaths, the air around me seemed to freeze and fall silent.

Mu Yuan was already trembling slightly, and a bead of sweat flowed down the tip of his nose.

He's taking a big gamble!

If you lose, the Imperial Beast Sect, which is greatly injured, will exist in name only.

"Ten thousand years ago, under the cruel oppression of the Sea Clan, our human race was also full of people who established the Golden Pill."

"This true person believes that the alien race will not be able to shake us from beginning to end, and only the Dao heart that sticks to it can obtain your vision."

"The old man has been here for 700 years, and his strength is low, and he can't open the peace of eternity."

"But to set up a heart for the human race, to establish a life for those who are chasing you, is really a thing worth protecting."

When the last word fell, an old man with a sword with a kind eye had appeared in the center of the hall.

"Mu Xiaoyou, just go, no matter the result, the old man will protect you during this period!"

With a wave of his robe, Liang Yingzhuo said meaningfully: "I hope you will remember your heart and not be afraid to move forward." ”

"Junior, thank Liang Zhenren for his great kindness!"

Mu Yuan was full of pride for a while, and his heart was surging.

He was right.

Jianding Zong Liang Zhenren has a good reputation.

If the Terran forces could be suppressed by one more Jindan monk, he would be happy to see it.

At present, the worries have been removed, and the most important thing is only Yudan!

At this moment, Mu Yuan's chest was filled with firmness, he took the jade bottle from the maid's hand, pulled out the stopper, and poured it into his mouth!

Then, the spot flashed, and in an instant, he left the auction hall.

When he reappeared, he was already on the deck of the spirit ship.

……

"What a man who has a heart for the human race and a life for the chaser!"

Chen Ping stared at the sword cultivator silently and said secretly.

Liang Yingzhuo's demeanor is bright and he has the human race in his heart, otherwise, he will not be able to cultivate the sword of righteousness.

Although he does not agree with this person's ideas, let alone imitate them, it does not prevent him from maintaining his appreciation.

He even felt that in the cultivation world, the more such people there were, the better.

On the contrary, it would be better to have fewer monks like him who will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.

……

The monks with their own thoughts tacitly released their divine senses and tracked Mu Yuan away.

After more than a dozen breaths, Mu Yuan appeared in a pit thirty miles away from the Terran station.

"Huh"

"Huh"

Several figures flashed one after another, and the cultivators of the Royal Beast Sect appeared at the same time.

Headed by the fake Dan Mi Siyuan, Wu Ping, the shopkeeper of the beast mountain pet, and the elder of the Gong Gong surnamed Su, etc......

The Yuan Dan monks of the sect were all present.

Seeing Mu Yuan in place, several people patted their waists with solemn expressions, and a huge aura emerged.

Eight third-order spirit beasts!

For the sect, all the hole cards of the Royal Beast Sect are displayed.

The next moment, a layer of thick mist swirled out from the array flag in the pit, completely submerging Mu Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged.

"The Imperial Beast Sect is prepared."

Withdrawing his divine sense, Chen Ping couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Mu Yuan's move was extremely ruthless, and the star essence had already entered his abdomen, and no matter how ill-intentioned he was, he could only sigh with hope.

"Protect that side for me!"

As soon as Liang Yingzhuo's mantra came out, the Qiankun Victory Sword on his back turned into a streamer and broke through the air, and finally suspended above the pit.

Looking at the jade sword that could be seen upward, the cultivators of the Royal Beast Sect bowed with their palms together, showing a look of gratitude.

There is the deterrence of the evil sword, and the small night should be retreated.

"Kuang Daoyou, go on."

Liang Yingzhuo clenched his fists slightly, and his figure shot into the top box.

Immediately another round of bidding began.

In the wooden box held by Kwong Xunzhi was a 1,400-year-old leafless begonia flower.

It is exactly the same as the order of appearance of the treasure that was leaked beforehand.

The starting price of this spirit grass is only 100 points.

After several rounds of competition, the price stopped at one hundred and fifty.

The next dozen or so auction items are all finished magic weapons that flash with various colors.

There are common things such as flying swords and knives, as well as rare things such as fans, mirrors, and seals.

The importance of magic weapons is self-evident.

A series of treasures made the slightly depressed atmosphere in the hall rise immediately.

……

For two days and two nights in a row, Chen Ping did not participate, and has been sitting quietly in the box.

Halfway through, the maid brought fresh spirit fruit and hot tea.

But when a third-order defensive talisman was shot out, he perked up and began to pay attention.

"One of the two Dao Pattern Yunyun True Pills can help the monks in the late Yuan Dan to break through the bottleneck, with a reserve price of 1,000 points, and each increase in price shall not be less than 100."

A green jade bottle spun out and was taken into his hand by Kuang Xunzhi.

……

"Five-two-four box, 1,700 points."

After a fierce offer, Qianyun Zhendan still fell into Chen Ping's pocket.

Throwing away the burden of the astral dew, he immediately felt a lot more comfortable.

After Shen Wanwan put away the pill sent by the maid, she blushed and responded to Chen Ping's request.