Around the seven earth-level heavenly treasures, the undercurrent in the trade fair was turbulent, coupled with the fact that there was no Lingyuan Venerable at this time, it made those Jindan monks lose some of their fears, if it weren't for the fact that the forces of Lingyuan Island still had a relative advantage, and there was a favorable geographical help, maybe there would be some bold people who directly robbed it.

However, Lingyuan Island did not dare to relax its vigilance, and directly opened the ban on the island without hesitation, so that the entire Lingyuan Island was united, exuding a majestic and solemn momentum that deterred everyone from daring to mess around;

On the first day of the auction, the fair ushered in the first peak, a large number of monks rushed in, crowds of people, shoulder to shoulder, the original people who were still transmitting the sound with divine thoughts, at this time also let go of their voices, eagerly discussing the treasures that appeared at the auction, attracting everyone to cheer, the noise filled the East Mall, and finally had a bit of the atmosphere of a mortal city.

Ishihara can be said to be like a fish in water in the first few days, after getting the Ruyi Quicksilver Puppet, he relied on his identity to go back and forth between the major shops, and easily achieved the goals he had predetermined in advance, and unexpectedly harvested a few good treasures, which made him smile all day long, like a fox who stole a chicken.

It's a pity that he was very happy and sad, and the busy and anxious Guihai immediately caught this idler who had been wandering for a few days, and assigned him a lot of tasks, so that he couldn't get out of the secretary hall so busy that he couldn't get out of the palace, there was no way, Zhang Zhiping could only change his appearance and continue to purchase it himself, but fortunately, now he was mixed, he casually reported his identity and mixed in, waiting for Zhou Wushang Island of Xiangguo Island to sell the ruins map a few days later.

The first day of the auction ended in the hot bidding, a large number of rare and precious treasures made everyone's exclamations one after another, each of which was auctioned for a price that exceeded its own value, especially the last Nine Aperture Dragon Fruit, which was directly auctioned to 100,000 medium-grade spirit stones, which perfectly fired the first shot of the auction.

Finally, according to the overnight statistics of Ishihara and all the senior brothers, just today, the flow of spirit stones in the entire trading venue is more than five million medium-grade spirit stones, on average, it is almost equivalent to each foundation building period monk consuming about one hundred medium-grade spirit stones, if this trend develops, it is estimated that each person in the entire trade fair can consume thousands of medium-grade spirit stones, which is basically equivalent to throwing most of their wealth here.

Sure enough, the most profitable will always be the one who sits in the bank! Ishihara couldn't help but gasp after seeing this data, in the past, he still felt that he was rich, but compared to this power that ruled the immortal cultivation world, it was really a small thing, and looking at his master's turtle sea's expression, he knew that although this number was many, it had not exceeded his expectations, and when it came to the world he had seen, he didn't know how much stronger than him.

No wonder those countries in the previous life always spoke in trillions, Ishihara smiled bitterly and shook his head, it was really earth-shattering after the power of everyone gathered together, if it weren't for the great power of this world, a high-level monk would be able to defeat a large force, and he wanted to blend into a large force and climb up well.

However, this trade fair still gave Zhang Zhiping a great shock, and he made a decision in his heart, when he cultivates to a high level in the future, he must create a force, and when it comes to collecting resources, one person is not as good as a group of people.

On the second day of the auction, it was also the date when Zhou Wu began to sell the ruins map, and Zhang Zhiping had been looking forward to it for a long time, so he walked to the No. 18 tearoom in District C early.

At the fair, if some individuals want to participate alone and only sell one or two treasures, and do not want to sell them through auctions or shops, they can rent a tea room to make their own decisions.

Zhou Wu belongs to this kind of transaction model, requiring that the person who comes must come to interview him in person before deciding whether to trade or not, according to Zhang Zhiping's guess, maybe this person wants to gather some people to jointly develop the ruins.

Zhang Zhiping thought as he walked in his heart, and soon, he came to an elegant and simple teahouse, and a waiter inside greeted him, and he smiled kindly: "Poor Dao is going to the No. 18 teahouse, please ask the little brother to guide the way." At this time, he pretended to be an old monk with crane hair and a childish face and fairy wind bones.

The waiter couldn't help but feel good when he saw Zhang Zhiping so kind, but he still said: "Senior, the eighteenth tearoom has already come to the guest, the owner of the room has orders, he will only receive one at a time, you better come to the ashram and wait for a while." ”

Hey, someone came to find Zhou Wu so early? Zhang Zhiping suddenly felt a slight anxious when he heard this, but he soon calmed down again, and he was already in front of Zhou Wu, no matter who he sold it to, he always had the means to get it in his hands in the end, and it was impossible for him to sell it to the Yuan Infant Monk. So Zhang Zhi nodded slightly and said, "Since that's the case, then take Poor Dao to the door of the eighteenth teahouse, where Poor Dao will wait for them to finish talking." ”

The waiter was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't refuse, so he took Zhang Zhiping up to the third floor, and it happened that as soon as he arrived at the door of the eighteenth teahouse, a burly monk with a meaty face walked out, and he kept scolding: "What kind of thing? Ask some messy questions, which dog can understand those ghost drawings?!"

After speaking, he saw Zhang Zhiping at the door, and a fierce light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then he walked away quite fearfully, this is not the place where he is presumptuous.

This is interesting, Zhang Zhiping quickly got some news from the mouth of the person just now, but he has already arrived at the door, he doesn't have to bother, so he looked at the waiter and said, "Now the poor road can go in, right?"

Seeing this, the waiter smiled and hurriedly said, "Senior is in a hurry, you can come in." After speaking, he opened the prohibition and let Zhang Zhiping walk in.

The tea room is very quiet, the decoration is simple and elegant, and there is a faint fragrance of tea. It's just that on the coffee table in the middle, what is placed is not spiritual tea, but a pair of calligraphy with a kind of ancient characters, Zhang Zhiping recognized at a glance that this is the text of the ancient period.

Sure enough, it has something to do with heaven and man! Zhang Zhiping was immediately attracted by the calligraphy, and then a surprised voice came: "Do you know the words on this calligraphy?"

Zhang Zhiping raised his head when he heard this, only to notice a wooden-looking monk sitting cross-legged on the coffee table, looking at him with a hint of surprise in his eyes, which made him faintly feel a little familiar, but he didn't think deeply, at this time he was completely attracted by the map of the ruins, so he couldn't wait to say: "That's right, the old man knows these words, are these the words that came out of that ruins?"

Zhou Wu couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw Zhang Zhiping knowing these words, and stood up suddenly, but he couldn't be sure, although this kind of writing was rare, it seemed to have inheritance among those big forces, so he said in a deep voice: "This fellow Daoist, please sit down and talk in detail." ”

Zhang Zhiping also had this intention, stroked his beard and smiled: "I want to do what I want." ”