Walking on the street, Yang Ming found that there were no monks wearing the costumes of the Hehuan Sect and the Black Demon Sect on the street, which made Yang Ming sigh lightly, knowing that the two sects should have left the Qin State, and going to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains was tantamount to a sheep entering the tiger's mouth, and it was estimated that the Hehuan Sect would become a history from now on, and it would be impossible to return to the previous scene.

But for ordinary casual cultivators, it is nothing more than that the ruler of the Fang City Alliance has changed from the Five Sects to the Blackwater Imperial Family, and it does not have much impact on them, so there are still people coming and going on the streets, but there are only a few fewer people than before.

Yang Ming didn't care about these, walking on the street, slowly feeling like an outsider, looking at the people on the street in a hurry, a sudden realization suddenly rose in his heart, this is a manifestation of the improvement of the state of mind, but unfortunately Yang Ming did not know it at this time, but walked forward unconsciously, if someone else observed Yang Ming, he would definitely think that this person was in a trance, his eyes were blank, Yang Ming kept walking, immersed in his own world, and I don't know how long it took, Yang Ming suddenly woke up, and found that he actually walked to the southernmost position of Fang City, and then walked forward, but he arrived at the south gate of Fang City。 Calculating the time, he walked unconsciously for more than an hour, during this period, if someone attacked Yang Ming, it is estimated that Yang Ming would not be able to react, thinking of this, Yang Ming couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly turned around and walked back.

On the way back, Yang Ming stopped and stopped, observing everything around him with the mentality he had just felt, and saw that the sky was slowly darkening before returning to the courtyard of No. 99. Back in the courtyard, Dong Wanxia had already been waiting here, and after Yang Ming asked a few words about the auction, he followed Dong Wanxia out of the courtyard with Dong Wanshuang and went straight to Vientiane Valley.

Yes, the location of this auction is in the Vientiane Valley, because Vientiane Valley has always maintained a neutral image and is very famous among many loose cultivators, so only here can most people rest assured.

Entering the auction hall, Yang Ming looked around, and found that there were already people waiting in the hall, and there was a layer of boxes above the hall, Yang Ming looked at a glance, there were only six boxes, and followed Dong Wanxia to their seats, Yang Ming found that there were still many people who did not come, thinking that there was still a period of time before the auction officially began, Yang Ming did not speak, and began to close his eyes and recuperate when he sat on the seat, but in fact, he came to the Star Dou Sword Formation.

After about an hour, the hall was noisy, and suddenly an old man came directly to the high platform in front of the hall from outside, clapped his hands, and said: "Everyone, you are polite, welcome to Vientiane Valley and participate in this auction." The old man Yang Wanli presided over the auction. After speaking, a faint coercion rose on his body.

Yang Ming felt this coercion, which was even more oppressive than Xia Qingwu brought him, it seemed that this old man named Yang Wanli's cultivation should be the pinnacle of Jindan.

This made Yang Ming couldn't help but be very interested in this auction, and invited the peak monk of Jindan to serve as the host of the auction, and it seems that the items auctioned are by no means ordinary.

I only heard that Yang Wanli continued: "The old man will not delay everyone's time, the first lot is a high-grade magic weapon Lingyun Sword, the starting price is 200,000 spirit stones, and the price increase shall not be less than 10,000 yuan each time, so everyone will start bidding." ”

Sure enough, the first thing is a top-grade magic weapon, of course Yang Ming knows that this top-grade magic weapon is rare, not to mention that this is still a sword, the value will only be higher, if you want to buy it on weekdays, how can you get millions of spirit stones, it seems that this reserve price is a little low.

"Three hundred thousand, dare to ask Elder Yang, is this Spirit Cloud Sword a wind attribute?" a monk in the hall stood up and asked.

"Not bad. Elder Yang nodded and replied.