Volume 1 Disciples of the Immortal Sect Chapter 15 Written by Xiang Jia

Just as Gu Qing was trading with Master Zhai Tong, a monk wearing a turquoise robe and a mantle came to the stall, and this monk also held two beautiful flowers in his arms.

"Zhai Daoyou."

As the fire-colored mist dissipated, this cultivator didn't look at Gu Qing, who was at the third layer of qi refining, and only said to Zhai Tong, who had a cold look in his eyes: "My maid Mei'er has reached the bottleneck of the fifth layer of qi refining, and I am here to purchase the barrier breaking pill for her." ”

As the green-robed monk spoke, Mei Ji in his arms on the left side had a hint of shyness on her face, and she looked up and glanced at the green-robed monk's face in fascination.

"Fellow Daoist? What a rarity. ”

Zhai Tong glanced at the green-robed monk in a little surprise, and chuckled: "The remaining two barrier-breaking pills have been sold to Fang Cai's fellow Daoists, Zhai still has something important to do, so he will leave." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhai Tong waved his sleeves, put the stall full of pill bottles into the storage bag, sorted out his robe a few times, and walked straight past the green-robed monk.

"Oh?"

The green-robed monk's face was so pale that it revealed dense green muscles, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, he glanced at Gu Qing who was leaving, his lips moved slightly, and Mei Ji in his arms on the right side suddenly understood his meaning and chased after Gu Qing.

"Varna! Stop! ”

There was a coquettish cry from behind him, Gu Qing with a 'happy' expression was slightly sluggish, looking like he was facing a great enemy, his hands were protecting his storage bag, and he turned sideways with a guarded face.

I saw a female cultivator with a delicate face and an excellent figure, who chased after him with a bit of arrogance, and this woman looked him up and down a few times with a pair of beautiful eyes, and her expression seemed to be a little disdainful.

"I don't know, what's the matter with the fairy's call?" Gu Qing's gaze wandered, as if he was pretending to be calm.

"Did you just buy two barrier-breaking pills at that stall? My master is willing to buy one of them for three hundred and fifty lower-grade spirit stones. The delicate beauty Xiu said coldly, looking like she had given Gu Qing a great gift.

Hearing this, Gu Qing turned his head and glanced at the green-robed monk not far behind him, only to see that this cultivator was wearing a loose green robe, this green robe was embroidered with many mysterious lines, exuding a faint luster, a pale gold jade belt was tied around his waist, and a small cyan sword hung on the jade belt, next to a delicate storage bag.

With Gu Qing's eyesight, he felt that the cultivation of this cultivation was at least above the tenth level of qi refining.

“…… We will refuse. ”

Gu Qing retracted his gaze, used his spiritual power to blush, threw out a sentence very coldly, turned around and left, the delicate beauty Xiu frowned slightly when she saw this, and she was about to stop him.

"Lan'er, don't stop him."

The warm voice sounded in her ears, and the delicate beauty bit her lip and stopped moving.

The green-robed monk looked at Gu Qing deeply, his pale face trembling slightly, and his heart moved.

"The good body, the face seems to be a little stiff, is it a hand? Scold...... This small cultivation of the third layer of qi refining seems to have some secrets, interesting, really interesting. ”

……

Walking out of about a few hundred zhang, Gu Qing got on a pleasure boat, took out five taels of spiritual sand, handed it to the second-layer Qi refining monk who was holding the boat, and quietly looked at the sparkling Chihu Lake below.

His complexion had regained its calm.

"Sure enough, this left a divine imprint on the storage bag." Gu Qing took out the storage bag in the sleeve robe, looked at it a few times, and then withdrew it into the sleeve robe, his eyes were obscure.

It's not just this storage bag.

Due to the strength of his divine soul, Gu Qing could sense that under the skin and flesh behind his back, a wisp of spiritual power that was as red as fire and gathered but not dispersed had quietly infiltrated into it.

"Go over there."

Gu Qing pointed in the direction of the auction venue and said to the second-floor cultivator who was holding the boat.

Soon, the cruise ship docked, and Gu Qing wandered around the verandah next to the auction hall for a while, the number of monks here was much more than when Gu Qing and Xiang Lichen talked before, and most of them were in groups of three or five.

"What's this guy's coming from?"

"This person seems to have come with He Qing of the He family, and it is said that he is a loose cultivator."

"Loose ......"

There were several monks on the side of the road who were muttering together, and one of them, a black-faced, bearded, rugged-looking, tall fourth-layer Qi refining cultivator, stepped forward a few steps to stop Gu Qing.

"This fellow Daoist has been lingering at this entrance for a long time, but he needs a magic weapon to cover his breath?"

The black-faced monk mysteriously approached and said.

As he spoke, he didn't wait for Gu Qing to respond, he directly patted the storage bag on his waist, took out a few extremely thin black robes, and a few black gauze hats with cracks on the top, and then showed a bright smile that could see four big white teeth.

"What's the price? Are you sure it works? ”

Gu Qing looked slightly surprised, and asked repeatedly.

"Of course it works, who do you think Lao Tzu is?!" The black-faced monk's eyes widened, and with his appearance, he suddenly looked fierce.

"A set of two lower-grade spirit stones, do you want it!"

The black-faced monk said nonchalantly.

Gu Qing stared at the black-faced monk for a while, until he saw that the black-faced monk was a little hairy, then he took out two low-grade spirit stones from the storage bag on his waist, bought a set of black-robed hats, and turned around and left the verandah.

Finding a secluded place near the water, Gu Qing quickly put on a black robe and put on a hat.

He only felt that the spiritual power in his body moved, and then a thin black mist spread out from the hat and the black robe, enveloping him in it, which was unreal.

"After all, it is a defective masking robe, and it is estimated that there are more than six layers of qi refining, so you can see through it at will."

Gu Qing glanced at the reflection on the water surface and shook his black robe.

The masking robe, a low-grade magic weapon that conceals the breath, is generally sold at about twenty spirit stones.

The monk can use the spiritual power in his body to urge the masking robe to cover his own breath, and it is difficult for monks who are not in the realm of Qi Refining Great Perfection, or cultivators in the higher realm, to see through.

Of course, if a monk at the fourth level of qi refining was wearing a masking robe, and was stared at by a monk in the late stage of qi refining, locked with his divine sense, and constantly probed, it was estimated that his spiritual power would be exhausted in a few breaths, and if it was serious, the masking robe would even be directly damaged.

As for the defective robe that Gu Qing purchased at the moment, it can last for a few days, not to mention for the time being, it is estimated that ordinary monks of the sixth layer of qi refining, with their own divine sense, deliberately probe, it is enough to see through it, as for the cultivation of more than the sixth layer of qi refining, it may be possible to see through it directly.

"It's a pity to spend two spirit stones to buy such a scrap, but fishing can't be too fake after all." Looking at the crumpled black robe, Gu Qing disgusted himself and performed another dust removal technique.

Then, he blended in with the crowd and entered the auction hall like other black-robed monks.

Under the guidance of the handmaiden who looked good, he passed by a place that looked like an antechamber, and after passing through, there was a small sign on his left chest that read 'Three-Two-Nine'.

Out of the front hall, Gu Qing's eyes became extremely dim, this was a long smooth road, Xiang Jia seemed to have moved a hill directly in order to hold this auction, hollowing it out.

The footsteps of the monks in the corridor echoed, and after walking for a while, a cold colorful mist filled the eyes, and the maid leading the way in front stopped and waited.

It didn't take long for the colorful mist to be split open by a sharp axe, and a bluestone carved gate was suddenly revealed, and the gate slowly opened, and the cultivators who were waiting here were all lit up with a bright white light in front of them.

Under the leadership of the maid who led the way, Gu Qing walked into the gate, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

Like a white jade hall stacked up, extremely wide, with a circular auction table as the center, a circle of fixed seats, spreading around, like a layer of rising steps, until the height of seventeen or eighteen zhang, it is the second floor that needs to pay a certain number of spirit stones to climb, the number of stands is about dozens, above the second floor, and the highest third floor, there are only a few stands.

Above, is the hollowed out of the mountain, on the mountain wall, hanging rows of white light of the crystal jade, oval mountain, even opened several huge hollows as 'view windows', in this hollow, blocked by a layer of transparent white barrier, outside the barrier, is the vast red waters, you can see many fish swimming.

"Shhh

"What a big ......"

The monks on the left and right exclaimed.

This Xiang family actually moved a hill and placed it under water, and then built this auction venue!

Gu Qing didn't pay much attention to these.

He quickly found his place and took a seat to take a general scan of the auction room.

At this time, the auction has not yet begun.

The circle of seats on the first floor is still mostly free, and there are only a dozen stands on the second floor that light up the formation barrier, not to mention the third floor, where several stands are empty.

Gu Qing's eyes closed slightly, waiting quietly.

It wasn't until two hours later, through the white barrier above, that the red lake could be seen even more red, and the auction hall gradually became noisy, even if all the cultivators in the early stage of Qi refining chose to talk in a low voice, but nearly a thousand monks gathered together, even if it was just a simple breath, it was enough to make people's eardrums buzz.

"Ahem!"

"Old man Chijiangzi, the next seven consecutive days of auctions will be presided over by the old man."

At this time, on the circular auction table, a white shadow flashed, and then an old man in a white robe with white hair and fairy wind bones appeared in shape, looked around and hugged his fists: "There are people here who know the old man, and some of them are fresh faces, lest everyone can't trust the old man, and the old man has to borrow the prestige of Dandingmen again." ”

As he spoke, this Chijiangzi took out a jade plaque, flicked his fingers, and punched in a spiritual light.

Suddenly, a huge buzzing sound sounded, and a red Dading phantom condensed in the air in the auction hall, spun in a circle, and then returned to the jade plaque.

"Chijiangzi's predecessor is serious!"

"We can trust Chijiangzi's predecessors!"

"Fuck! Can you write a few useless words without ink? What a crooked chatter! ”

As soon as a few words of compliment came from the second floor, a loud roar sounded on the third floor, Chi Jiangzi smiled bitterly, waved his sleeve robe, and a huge large bell instrument appeared beside him.

This large bell vessel is more than a foot high, and the whole body is like gold poured, and it is densely covered with raised lines, which are intertwined with each other, exuding strange fluctuations.