"No matter how good you control it, if you don't have actual combat, it's just a fist and an embroidered leg, and it's useless," At this moment, a slightly old voice sounded behind Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng subconsciously turned around and looked.

I saw that there was an old man in a yellow robe behind him, the old man was only fifty or sixty years old, white-faced, energetic, and there was no mana fluctuation on his body, Wang Mingzhan stood aside, his expression was very respectful.

"Grandson to meet the old ancestor," Wang Changsheng saw the old man in the yellow robe, and immediately knelt on the ground and said loudly.

"The sixth layer of qi refining, yes, I have worked cultivation in the past few years!" The old man in the yellow robe glanced Wang Changsheng up and down and praised him.

That's right, the old man in the yellow robe is the foundation building monk of the Wang family-Wang Huayuan, Wang Changsheng had the fate to see the ancestor once, so he quickly recognized the identity of the other party.

What made Wang Changsheng feel strange was that the Zhuji Ancestor was not in retreat and cultivation in the family's important place, how did he come here, could it be that something big happened to the family and he needed to come forward, which made Wang Changsheng a little worried.

My father's position as the patriarch is already unstable, and if there is a major event that needs to be solved by the ancestor of the foundation, I am afraid that my father will not be far from abdicating, and may even have abdicated.

Thinking like this in his heart, Wang Changsheng's face did not change, and he replied respectfully: "Thank you for the old ancestor's praise." ”

"Well, let him follow me at the auction the day after tomorrow!" the old man in the yellow robe dropped a sentence, turned around and left.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng and Wang Mingzhan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, looked at each other and smiled, even if it was their own foundation building ancestor, the two of them were very nervous, especially Wang Changsheng, for fear that he would leave a bad impression on the old ancestor, and even his father would suffer.

"Changsheng, you kid is lucky," Wang Mingzhan patted Wang Changsheng's shoulder and said in an envious tone.

"Good luck, where do you come from?" Wang Changsheng looked confused.

"For this grand event, the manager of Fang City held an auction, and those who can participate in the auction are all local immortal cultivators with heads and faces, basically only Zhuji monks can participate, the ancestor is willing to take you to participate in the auction, do you say you are lucky?"

Wang Changsheng suddenly came to his senses and asked, "Third uncle, what do I need to do?"

"I haven't been there either, I don't know if you ask me, well, your strength is talisman making, if you can, you can draw some high-value talismans, maybe it can come in handy," Wang Mingzhan thought for a while and gave such a suggestion.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng thanked him and left the backyard.

The original secret room was given to the ancestor to rest, and Wang Changsheng made talismans in the room next to the secret room.

Two days later, "Come out, it's time to go," Wang Changsheng was drawing the talisman seal, and suddenly a faint voice from the ancestor sounded in his ears.

When Wang Changsheng heard this, he was naturally startled, quickly put away the talisman making tools, pushed the door and walked out.

At this time, Wang Huayuan, who was dressed in a yellow robe, was standing outside the house.

Before Wang Changsheng could say hello to his ancestor, Wang Huayuan immediately turned around and left.

Wang Changsheng didn't care about this, and hurriedly followed.

"I don't know what will be auctioned at this auction," Wang Changsheng thought to himself on the way.

After the small half-pillar incense, Wang Changsheng followed his ancestor to an inn called Tongfu, more than a dozen immortal cultivators wearing uniform clothes surrounded the inn, and the entire inn was wrapped in a layer of faint golden light, as if it was caught upside down by a huge bowl.

An old woman who was close to the age of sixteen was walking slowly into it under the gaze of the guards, and the old woman was followed by two young and beautiful women, who were the Shuangjiao of the Song family that Wang Changsheng had seen.

The Song family Shuangjiao was obviously also participating in the auction for the first time, and the two of them looked very excited.

Seeing the plump woman in red, Wang Changsheng couldn't help but look at it twice, but then he thought of something, quickly withdrew his gaze, and followed his ancestor in.

At this time, there were a lot of immortal cultivators gathered in the wide hall, standing or sitting, most of them gathered together in groups of three or five to chat, and some immortal cultivators even wore masks and cloaks, covering their faces, as if they didn't want people to recognize their identities.

There is a square platform in the center of the hall, and there is a staircase leading to the second floor on the left and right sides of the high platform, and the Song family Shuangjiao followed the old woman to go upstairs from the stairs on the left, while Wang Changsheng followed his ancestor and sat down on a vacant seat on the left side of the hall.

"Wang Daoyou, come so early!" A middle-aged Taoist priest with a mustache sat on Wang Huayuan's left hand side, and said with a chuckle, in his words, the two seemed to be very familiar, and Huang Qiping, who had a relationship with Wang Changsheng, stood next to him, obviously, this middle-aged Taoist priest was the foundation building monk of the Huang family.

"It's not too late for you to come, by the way, why didn't Old Ghost Li come," Wang Huayuan asked casually.

"Hehe, isn't the old man here?" At this time, a man's voice full of anger came.

As soon as the words fell, a fair-faced young Confucian student sat down next to the middle-aged Taoist priest, looking at Wang Huayuan with a smile, and beside the young Confucian student, followed by a round-faced girl in her eighteen or nineteenth years.

"I said Old Ghost Li, you are more than a hundred years old, can you be serious," Wang Huayuan glanced at the young Confucian and said angrily.

"The old man is willing, can you manage it? If you have the ability, you can also practice Aoki Gong!" the young Confucian glared at Wang Huayuan and said with a smile.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest smiled bitterly, these two enemies quarreled as soon as they met, and those who didn't know it thought they were the enemies of life and death! Hurriedly spoke: "Li Daoyou, your nephew is cultivating well! At a young age, he has the cultivation of the eighth layer of qi refining. ”

"The children of your Huang family are not bad, old man Wang, this little guy with you who is refining qi at the sixth level will not be a child of your Wang family, right?" the young Confucian replied, his gaze swept over Wang Changsheng, and a hint of banter appeared on his face.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng's face was a little embarrassed, who did he provoke.

"So what, my clan grandson is only sixteen years old, how can it be like your Li family, eighteen years old is only the eighth layer of qi refining, and the old man is already the tenth layer of qi refining when he is eighteen years old," Wang Huayuan snorted lightly and retorted.

"The old man built the foundation at the age of twenty-nine, and someone didn't build the foundation when he was twenty-nine years old!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest couldn't cry or laugh, these two are really not worry-free.

Just as the quarrel between the two was about to escalate, a crisp copper bell echoed throughout the hall.

Wang Changsheng looked up and found that on the square platform in the center of the hall, there was already a wide fuchsia wooden table, and a middle-aged man wearing a high crown was standing on the high platform.

"Welcome all of you in the immortal cultivation world to this auction, under Li Tianxing, it is an honor to host this year's immortal ascension auction. The middle-aged man said, arching his hand in all directions.

Although his voice was not too loud, it was extremely clear and reached the ears of everyone in the audience, making the scene immediately quiet.

"This time the guests have both old customers in the past, as well as newcomers who participated for the first time, therefore, in the next declaration of the rules of the transaction, the items in this auction, by me shouted out a spirit stone base price, everyone then use the spirit stone to bid, if the spirit stone on the body is insufficient, you can also use the equivalent of other items to mortgage, in a word, the highest price gets. ”

The middle-aged man paused, and then said: "Finally, after the auction of the goods is completed this time, it is the time for everyone to trade freely, if there are any items that need to be exchanged and sold, you can come forward and display the transaction by yourself, we will never interfere, that's it, the auction will start below!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the middle-aged man's right hand flip, and there was an extra volume in his hand.