On the round auction table, Sikong Xin, who was holding a black and red thousand phantom faces, after these words fell, the auction hall suddenly became noisy.

"It's actually Han Qi's old demon's Thousand Illusions!"

"Who actually got Old Demon Han's Thousand Illusions? Even a divine object like a Thousand Illusion Faces was put up for auction?"

"Could it be that Old Demon Han Qi has fallen?"

"What? In my opinion, of course, it was Han Qi's predecessor who took this Thousand Illusions and came here to auction it!"

In the auction hall, there were many discussions, and soon it was over, but there was still no bidder.

Gu Qing, who was in seat 3718, looked at the black and red mask from afar, and a trace of burning flashed in his eyes.

'A Thousand Phantoms! ap.

'This low-grade spiritual artifact is so effective, if I can take a picture of it and go out for a walk in the future, how can I worry about whether the enemy will recognize me?'

'But...... Nine hundred medium-grade spirit stones.

Thinking of this, Gu Qing frowned slightly.

'If I say anything before I get the Nether Hat, I'll also take a picture of this low-grade spirit artifact, the Thousand Illusion Face, but now, it's not so urgent...... The starting price of 900 medium-grade spirit stones is only afraid that the transaction price is more than 1,300 medium-grade spirit stones.

Just as Gu Qing's mind was turning, the stands hanging above finally sounded a shout.

"Since all the fellow Daoists are not willing to be the first to bid, let the old man take the lead! 1,200 medium-grade spirit stones, I wonder if I can take pictures of this treasure?" This was an old-fashioned young voice, and I could hear the fierce discussion in the auction room.

The price increase of three hundred medium-grade spirit stones at a time has already shocked many monks in the field, and they only feel fluttering, as if in a dream.

Gu Qing looked up at a suspended grandstand on the left, and squinted: "Foundation Building!" It is unknown to what realm the cultivation is, but it is definitely the cultivation of the foundation! Sure enough, there was a foundation building cultivator who participated in this auction, but he had not called out the price before.

Cui Li'er, who was sitting next to Gu Qing, had a cold expression that was already difficult to maintain.

She remembered that she had spent less than 100 medium-grade spirit stones to shoot the eggs of the demon beast, and it was painful, and the price increase was 300 medium-grade spirit stones at a time, and the corners of her mouth twitched a little.

The old young man's voice sounded less than half a breath later.

"Qian Daoyou, 1,200 medium-grade spirit stones, I want to take a picture of Han Qi's old demon's thousand illusions, it's a little less, right? Wu just had some money to spare, 1,300 medium-grade spirit stones!"

A voice so thick that I couldn't hear my age resounded in the auction hall.

After this voice sounded, Gu Qing withdrew his gaze from the circular auction table in front of him, closed his eyes slightly, and waited for the auction of the Thousand Illusions to end.

The auction of the Thousand Illusions lasted for twenty breaths.

The final transaction price was 1,660 medium-grade spirit stones, and the one who auctioned this thousand illusion face was not the foundation building cultivator who first bid at the beginning, nor was it the second bidder, the foundation building cultivator with a strong voice, but a monk with a hoarse voice.

On the circular auction table in front of him, Sikong New Year handed the black and red mask to the two red-clothed nuns who walked up to the auction table, and said, "Congratulations to the first grandstand, the Taoist friends in the third compartment, for auctioning the first finale lot of the day!"

"Today's second finale is a bit special, it is a treasure that cannot be detected by divine consciousness and cannot be stored in storage, as if it is hiding a great secret." Sikong Xin's hand reached into his bosom and took out a golden animal skin.

"Because this thing is too special, the starting price is set at five hundred medium-grade spirit stones, and each time the price increases, it must not be less than ten medium-grade spirit stones."

As he spoke, Sikong Xin took this golden animal skin and walked around the round auction table a few times to ensure that all the cultivators in the auction hall saw his golden animal skin.

Here it is.

Gu Qing's heart moved.

The second of the second day

The finale lot is his golden animal skin, it seems that the monks over there in the Marbao Tone Exchange still take a fancy to this animal skin, and even regarded it as the second finale lot today!

There was already an uproar in the auction hall at this time.

"This piece of animal skin is only five hundred medium-grade spirit stones, is it too outrageous? What's more, the secret on it is not clear, in case the secret on it is of no value, wouldn't the Taoist friend who took it down the five hundred medium-grade spirit stones be lost?"

"Yes! What this fellow Taoist said is reasonable!"

"Hey! According to Wang, maybe Wanbao Tonghui has figured out the secrets on it and found that it has no value, so he will put it up for auction!"

"What this Wang Daoyou said is very reasonable!"

「……」

On the circular auction table, Sikong Xin's expression was a little ugly, and with a heavy pressure and a substantial gaze, he swept towards the few monks who spoke: "Those who make a lot of noise, drive out of the auction hall, a few Taoist friends, please be quiet, don't make noise."

His tone was calm, so that the few who spoke up sat upright and closed their mouths.

Gu Qing Senhan's eyes glanced at a few words of cultivation, if this golden animal skin could not be sold, he would definitely light the flesh of these mouthy guys with sky lanterns, and the remnant souls would be thrown into the soul banner of desire, driven by eternity.

One breath ...... Two Interest......

As time slowly passed, Gu Qing's heart was a little apprehensive, and the gaze that swept towards those mouthy monks from time to time became more and more gloomy.

Those mouthy monks only felt that the back of their heads were repeatedly pierced by a sharp sword, and they frequently turned their heads to look behind them, but they couldn't lock on to Gu Qing at all.

Seeing that the third breath was about to pass, Gu Qing's golden animal skin was about to be unauctioned, becoming the first unsold lot among the more than 1,000 lots in the auction in the past two days.

At this time, on a certain suspended stand, the voice of the old-fashioned young man sounded again:

"Five hundred medium-grade spirit stones! This golden animal skin is so magical, Qian wants to buy it back and study its secrets."

When Gu Qing heard this, he was sure in his heart and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh! Qian Daoyou, this golden animal skin is so magical, how can it not add a single spirit stone? Wu just has some money to spare, six hundred medium-grade spirit stones!"

Immediately afterwards, the voice that was so thick that he couldn't hear his age sounded again, and Gu Qing was slightly surprised.

As the sound of these two foundation-building cultivators sounded, on the several suspended stands in the auction hall and between the thousands of seats, there were monks whose expressions moved slightly, and they followed behind the two foundation-building cultivators to bid one after another.

Gu Qing's golden animal skin, the final transaction price was 920 medium-grade spirit stones.

This was already a bit unexpected for Gu Qing.

On the circular auction table in front of him, Sikong Xin handed the golden animal skin to the two red-clothed nuns who walked up to the auction table, and said the same as before: "Congratulations to the Taoist friends in the sixth stand, the fifth compartment, for winning the second finale lot of today!"

"The third finale lot......

Today's auction comes to an end with the sale of the sixth finale.

The cultivators in the auction hall left one after another, and Gu Qing did not sit for as long as yesterday, but got up directly, wanting to leave with Cui Li'er.

He had no plans to catch up with Xi Mengyun and Zhao Tieshan, they had already talked about the old yesterday.

He didn't wait for Zhou Lian's thoughts, he had already seen that Zhou Lian didn't want to go with him.

Which Cheng wanted Gu Qinggang and Cui Li'er to walk side by side for more than a dozen steps, and a transmission sounded in his ears, from the transmission voice that called Murong Changtian Cultivator.

"Congratulations Lin Daoyou, after auctioning off that piece of golden animal skin this time, your net worth has skyrocketed! Your net worth was so rich before, and with the auction proceeds from this golden hide, I'm afraid that even some small monk families are not as rich as Lin Daoyou, right? Lin Daoyou is planning to build a foundation in Kurong Fang?"

When Gu Qing heard this, his footsteps stopped, he glanced sideways towards the hanging stands above, looked at Murong Changtian for a moment, and asked back with the transmission, "What does Murong Changtian Daoist mean by this?"

Gu Qing said this to Murong Changtian

There has been speculation about the meaning of Transsion.

Murong Changtian was threatening him.

Murong Changtian saw that Gu Qing really stopped, and he felt that he had the chance to win in his heart, smiled slightly, and continued to say: "Lin Daoyou is a casual cultivator, but he has such a net worth, the top priority is to build the foundation as soon as possible, and not to get involved in any disputes!" You know, in Kurong Fang, it may not be absolutely safe."

"If Lin Daoyou can no longer shelter Cui Li'er, the property left by Cui Li'er's parents on the Cui family's side can be the master and give half of it to Lin Daoyou, I don't know what Lin Daoyou thinks?"

Gu Qing listened to Murong Changtian's transmission

He glanced at Cui Li'er, who was looking at him with inquiring eyes, and replied: "The property left by Cui Li'er's parents will be given to Lin Mou, and Murong Daoyou will present Zhou Long's head later, and make a heavenly oath that if Cui Li'er can be his wife, he will treat him politely in the future, and Lin will consider not protecting Cui Li'er anymore."

Murong Changtian's smile froze, and immediately, his expression became very gloomy.

He no longer communicated through transmission, but sneered and said, "Huh! Lin Changqing, Lin Daoyou! Now that you have sold that golden animal skin, you have obtained these nine hundred and twenty medium-grade spirit stones, and your net worth has skyrocketed again, a certain Murong Changtian, congratulations here!"

Murong Changtian's voice was attached to spiritual power, and it soon spread throughout the entire auction hall.

The cultivators in the auction hall were silent for a moment, and then in half a breath, they all threw their eyes on Gu Qing with various meanings.

One after another, the imprints of divine consciousness came from all directions like invisible swords, attaching to Gu Qing's figure, but they were all crushed by Gu Qing's divine sense.

A miserable scream came from the mouth of the monk who had slapped the divine sense mark at Gu Qing, and in the auction hall, the cultivators who had set their eyes on Gu Qing also changed color, only to feel that Gu Qing's body seemed to be cleansing with a deep black light, wanting to completely swallow their gaze.

Murong Changtian, who was hanging in the stands above, had a slightly solemn expression: "This person's divine soul power is so powerful! With such a powerful divine soul power, how could a Qi Refining Cultivator be able to possess it? I thought that when this person forced me back last time, the divine soul power he showed was all the same, but I never thought that he was hiding it!

At this moment, Murong Changtian already felt a little remorse in his heart for offending Gu Qing.

Gu Qing didn't respond to Murong Changtian's thoughts, he calmly glanced at the cultivators around him, turned his head, and said to Cui Lian'er, "Cui Daoyou, let's go."

With that, he walked straight to the auction hall.