Although Miao Kongkong cursed in place for a long time, he still stuffed the bottle of Bigu Dan refined by Xu Mu into his storage bag.

The performance of stinginess is clear at a glance.

"No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat, it's just a bottle of, and what I stole from Miaokong is also mine. ”

With that, Miao Kongkong tidied up his appearance in place, and a sunny smile appeared on his face again.

"The Spirit Market Auction is a gathering of wind and clouds, how can I be missing my Miao Kong, the storage bags of all your Taoist friends are waiting for the arrival of the first thief in the future of my cultivation realm, Miao Kongkong. ”

The paper fan in his hand shook slightly, and as he spoke, Miao Kongkong also stepped into the fog array.

Miao Kongkong didn't know that his every move fell into the eyes of the old and the young.

The old man was an old woman, with a sickly waist, a pestle and a cane, and the appearance of a wind candle in her old age, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

The youngest is a girl about twelve or thirteen years old, with a pair of pigtails tied behind her little head, and a pair of smart and lovely eyes blinking purely.

The little girl's eyes widened at this moment, her small mouth opened slightly, pointed to the place where Fang Cai Miao disappeared, and said in a childish voice:

"Wow, grandma, this big brother is so powerful, just like a trick, he appeared out of thin air. ”

"Ahem, that's the secret technique of stealing the door, the Escape Technique. ”

The old woman coughed lightly twice, responding to her granddaughter's question in a weak and hoarse voice.

Then, a pair of cloudy eyes that saw through the world calmly froze in the direction where the wonderful void disappeared.

"The thief disciple hasn't appeared for a hundred years! ”

"There is a saying in the cultivation realm. The thief is not in the place of no treasure, it seems that the rumors spread from the spirit market this time are true. This auction, there is really that kind of thing. ”

......

When Xu Mu entered the Spirit City and came to the door of the inn where Wu Xiaoyue was staying.

The latter's shadow had been standing there for a long time.

"I thought you were lost!" Looking at Xu Mu, who was late, Wu Xiaoyue crossed her hands on her hips and said angrily: "Let my aunt wait for you for so long!"

"Hehe, hasn't the auction started yet!" Accustomed to Wu Xiaoyue's laughter and scolding, Xu Mu shrugged his shoulders and looked indifferent.

"It seems that in the past three days, you haven't been in vain, you know the Spirit Market auction, let's go!" waved her hand and wrist, Wu Xiaoyue just made a symbolic complaint, and did not really blame Xu Mu, and then walked onto the empty street.

Yes, there was no one in the city, and the spirit market, which was originally bustling with thousands of empty alleys, had already disappeared from half of the streets because of the opening of the auction, and all of them went to the auction site to see the enthusiasm.

"Is that Spirit Market auction really so attractive?" Following Wu Xiaoyue in the rear, Xu Mu looked very incomprehensible.

It was just an auction, but it actually attracted tens of thousands of miles of scattered cultivation and cultivation masters to come.

patted her forehead with a headache, Wu Xiaoyue directly ignored Xu Mu's question, but turned her head to look at the latter with a pleading face.

"Xu Mu, after we enter the auction hall, can you stop talking. ”

"Eh~ Okay!" As Xu Mu, who participated in the real auction in the Xiuzhen Realm for the first time, he did have a lot of questions and wanted to ask Wu Xiaoyue.

But after seeing her helpless and headache face, he smiled awkwardly and closed his mouth very knowingly.

Lingshi auction venue.

It is more appropriate to describe it as a palace than a venue.

The splendid building hall, majestic, stands in the middle of the spirit city.

Around the main hall, it is guarded by a defensive magic circle that is difficult for monks in the Dharma Body Realm to break.

There was only one set aside for those who participated in the auction to pass through the temple gates.

On both sides of the temple gate, four monks wearing the word "spirit" stood in pairs on the side.

Outside the main hall, thousands of heads are crowded.

"Please pay fifty spirit stones to participate in the auction!" Wu Xiaoyue and Xu Mu came to the front of the hall, but were stopped by a monk in front of the hall with a kind smile.

"Fifty spirit stones?" the monk's words once again subverted Xu Mu's perception of the value of spirit stones.

Immediately, his face twitched, an auction is just an auction, the entrance fee is fifty spirit stones, when will it start, and the spirit stones will start to be so worthless.

"Wasn't it twenty spirit stones before?" This time, even Wu Xiaoyue couldn't help but complain.

Although she is worth a lot of money, she is not a fool if she gives away fifty spirit stones for no reason.

The disciple in charge of the reception had obviously received strict training, and he did not show the slightest impatience for Xu Mu's objections, but explained calmly: "The two of you don't know, this auction is different from the past!"

It was in the middle of Wu Xiaoyue's conversation with the monk.

There was another commotion in the crowd behind, Xu Mu noticed it, his forehead tilted to the back, and he fixed his gaze in that direction in confusion.

I saw that the originally crowded crowd unexpectedly gave up a gap.

A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance but extremely attentive eyes, with his hands behind his back, slowly walked out of the aisle vacated by everyone.

Behind him were two young men and women dressed in yellow.

Xu Mu noticed that everyone looked at the middle-aged man with awe in their eyes.

Including the two men and women who followed behind him.

In front of the originally noisy temple gate, with the appearance of this man, there was an instant silence.

Even the monk of the Gate Hall who was originally talking to Xu Mu and the two of them, after noticing that the middle-aged man was coming, hurriedly put on a more enthusiastic smile, greeted him, and said respectfully: "Venerable Master Yi, your auction room has been prepared for you, just go in directly!"

"Well, I have a heart!"

Nodding his head slightly, the man who was known as Master Yi gently skimmed Xu Mu and Wu Xiaoyue on the side, and did not stay too long.

Then he turned around and led his two disciples into the auction hall.

It wasn't until Master Yi and the three disappeared into the hall gate that Xu Mufang withdrew his gaze and asked the monk in charge of reception with a smile.

"I'm talking to you, that Master Yi doesn't seem to have paid the entrance fee!"

"Dharma body realm powerhouses and followers do not need to pay entrance fees. “

The monk, with the same kind smile, responded to Xu Mu.

Wu Xiaoyue suddenly regretted that she had brought Xu Mu over to participate in the auction, and patted her forehead in shame, and then pretended to be vicious, glaring at Xu Mu with beautiful eyes.

"What did I tell you before? Don't speak!"

"Huh!" embarrassed a smile, Xu Mu immediately shut up.

"Hmph!" glared at Xu Mu again, and Wu Xiaoyue reached into the storage bag, took out a hundred spirit stones, and handed them to the receiving monk.

"Two of you, please come in!" In the congratulatory voice of the monk at the temple gate, Xu Mu followed Wu Xiaoyue into the auction hall.

Learning from the experience of the last time, in order not to make Wu Xiaoyue feel that her problem is embarrassing.

Xu Mu raised his eyes and looked around, but he didn't notice that there were other people around, so he asked out loud: "What is the origin of that Master Yi?"

Because he found that everyone showed respect for Master Yi, only Wu Xiaoyue did not.

"The Dan Dao master of the Cangwu Sect!" his eyes were slightly solemn, and after Wu Xiaoyue finished speaking, she groaned slightly, and added another sentence.

"Chief!"

"Oh, no wonder!" Xu Mu suddenly realized.

As the chief alchemy master of the sect, it is like Elder Yan Siyu's status in the Guiyuan Sect.

Even the head Han Zong didn't dare to offend Yan Siyu too much.

It is conceivable that this middle-aged man known as Master Yi has a pivotal position even in the Spirit City.

The Spirit City Auction is divided into two parts.

One is the auction room that entertains Dharma Body Realm monks like Master Yi, and the monks who can generally participate in the auction in the auction room are either strong or have deep backgrounds.

The other part is naturally an ordinary monk like Xu Mu and Wu Xiaoyue, the auction house.

When Xu Mu and the others entered the auction hall, this venue, which was enough to accommodate a thousand people, was already full.

There were less than one percent of the vacant seats, and in desperation, Xu Mu and Wu Xiaoyue had no choice but to choose an empty seat near the corner and sit down, waiting for the auction to begin.

"The Spirit City Auction is really a grand occasion!"

It was the first time he saw so many fellow monks gathered together, and Xu Mu seemed full of interest.

Ignoring Wu Xiaoyue's various expressions of disdain, a pair of eyes kept flickering between the monks.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by the figures of an old man and a young man at the front end of the auction hall.

It's two extremely bizarre combinations.

Among them, the old woman looks older than the hundred-year-old man in the mortal world, exuding a twilight aura all over her body, and her life is dim. It's like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

But Xu Mu didn't feel the slightest coercion of spiritual power from her, as if he was an ordinary old man.

Obviously, it is impossible for mortals to enter the Spirit City and participate in the auction.

This reminded him of an elder of the Guiyuan Sect.

The master of red sandalwood, the Taoist of blue eyes. That seems to be a young man, but in fact he is already a strong person in the Dharma Body Realm of the elders of the Guiyuan Sect.

Suppress the Dharma body of the Guiyuan Sect, and bring the red sandalwood into the door.

Only he can seal his breath so that it does not reveal the slightest.

Now, this old woman is the second.

As for the little girl sitting beside the old woman, she was truly mortal.

A pair of cute palms, playing with the two small pigtails on the back of his head, and a pair of big black eyes like Xu Mu, looking curiously at the monks in the auction hall. It seems to be in high spirits.

Suddenly, the old woman with her back to Xu Mu seemed to sense a sense of peeping, her forehead shifted slightly, and a cold gaze collided with Xu Mu's eyes.

It was a gaze that contained dead silence, and the old woman's gaze was like that of a dead person, without the slightest wave of humanity.

It is in stark contrast to the majestic vitality in Xu Mu's body.

Frightened, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

The old woman's dynamics attracted the attention of the little girl, her cute forehead was deflected, and her pure eyes blinked, and she saw Xu Mu.

"Hey, that big brother, isn't that stupid guy who was stolen before the fog array!"

"Yes!" responded to the little girl's grandmother's salty and non-trivial response.

Accustomed to her grandmother's indifferent attitude, the little girl didn't feel angry at all, pulled the old woman's dry palm, and asked innocently: "Grandma! Shall we tell that stupid brother that his things have been stolen!"

"Thieves, thieves also have a way. Only take money and do not kill it. It's a skill to be able to steal his things. And he was stolen, so I can only say that he has no ability!"

The old woman's voice was very weak, and she still had to cough, but she still patiently explained to her granddaughter in a voice that was not slow or urgent.

"Oh!" nodded as if she didn't understand, and the little girl finally quieted down.