Until the end, Wang Lin did not say the specific reason, but avoided words.

The more he was like this, the more Ouyang Long felt strange in his heart, and the more he felt that the ordinary white-clothed young man in front of him was surrounded by mysterious colors.

It's not good to ask, Ouyang Long shook his head with a wry smile, no longer mentioned this matter, but hugged his fists and reminded: "Fellow Daoist, in this private auction, according to the rules here, it is most taboo to cover up the real person." With that, he came to the stone door at the end of the passage and knocked lightly on it.

A moment later, the stone door shook, and a wall of ripples appeared on it, as if it had melted half, and gradually blurred. Ouyang Long turned his head and hugged his fist at Wang Lin, turned around and stepped into the ripples, and the figure disappeared.

Wang Lin groaned slightly, and did not hide his appearance, since he dared to come, he was not afraid of causing trouble, and stepped into the ripples under his walk, and his figure disappeared.

A flower in front of him, when it was clear, Wang Lin stared with his eyes, and looked around, where he was was a room about dozens of zhang in size, the floor of this room was made of something, it turned out to be transparent, and you could clearly see the fight between the two fierce beasts on the stone platform below.

There are a number of chairs scattered around the room, surrounding a chair directly in front of them. There were seven monks sitting calmly in their chairs, all of them not covering their faces, and the moment Wang Lin entered here, their eyes condensed.

These people's eyes were like swords, extremely sharp, and they fell on Wang Lin's body, as if they were substance, and they could feel a chill on their skin. One of them was slightly stunned when he saw Wang Lin, but quickly returned to normal and smiled in a smile.

Especially the person on the seat in front of him, this person is an old man, his hair is as pale as silver, he is wearing a gray robe, his eyes are slightly closed, but he has a fine light that emerges from the gap in his eyes and sweeps towards Wang Lin, his expression is majestic, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of shattered nirvana. Behind him, Ouyang Long bent down and whispered something in the old man's ear.

Wang Lin looked as usual, walked forward under the gaze of everyone, came to a chair, sat down calmly, his eyes were calm, and when he looked at everyone, he hugged his fist slightly to the person who smiled at him before.

Wu Qing didn't expect to see Wang Lin here again, and he was quite surprised, but since Wang Lin could enter a private auction of this scale, it made Wu Qing even more high-minded.

As Wang Lin's gaze swept casually, the seven people sitting on the chair, except for the old man who was obviously Senior Uncle Ouyang Long and this Wu Qing, the other five people were all in the early stage of Shattered Nirvana!

Sitting directly opposite Wang Lin was a young scribe, this person had a fair face, the feather fan in his hand waved lightly, his expression did not show joy or anger, when Wang Lin looked at him, the scribe smiled slightly, and looked at Wang Lin's eyes showing a trace of interest.

There was a young woman sitting next to this person, this young woman was wearing a flower quilt, bright and moving, sitting there with a hint of laziness, her eyes were longing, and she swept over Wang Lin's face, and then stopped paying attention.

Not far away sat an old man, this person looked very strange, his face was full of potholes, at first glance it was extremely terrifying, his eyes were even more gloomy, touching the ring on his right index finger, constantly turning. In addition to these three people, the other two also looked at Wang Lin one by one without moving.

Not far from his left sat an old man in a black robe, with a thin appearance, slightly thin lips, and an eagle's claw-like left hand holding two beads the size of a baby's fist, which also circled each other as his left hand moved, sometimes touching each other with a soft thudding sound.

The last person was an old woman, with a snow-white head, wrinkled skin, dressed in green clothes, sitting there motionless, but when Wang Lin's eyes swept away, the old woman's eyes were like electricity, and she glanced at Wang Lin coldly again.

This is obviously a small gathering that is only for the Shattered Nirvana Monks, and the specifications are extremely high, and being able to enter here represents the recognition of identity and strength, if Wang Lin hadn't easily injured the three of the Demon Cong Dao in Fang City, coupled with the large number of transactions this time, I am afraid it would be difficult to enter here.

Even if he comes in at this moment, he is only the last in the eyes of others.

Ouyang Long finished speaking beside Old Man Kuang, straightened up, and stood aside respectfully.

The old man coughed dryly, his eyes swept over the monks around him, and his hoarse voice echoed in the room.

"Today is a private party of the old man Cang Songzi, and the invitation is also some old friends, of course, there are also two new friends, the old man will not say much politely, according to the old rules, let's bet first to add a lottery. After the old man finished speaking, Ouyang Long immediately stepped forward and took out six jade slips from the storage space, handed them to the six people including Wang Lin one by one, and the last one was respectfully handed to the old man Kuang Cang.

Wang Lin took the jade slip, swept his divine sense, and immediately saw clearly the information of hundreds of fierce beasts in the jade slip.

"There is actually a sword lion beast! The old man will suppress this beast!" The old man with a pothole on his face laughed, his divine sense changed slightly in the jade slip, and the jade simply ran away to Ouyang Long.

Wang Lin's silent divine sense swept over the fierce beasts in the jade slip, his knowledge of the fierce beasts was not high, just some records of the Guiyuan Sect were not enough at all, most of the fierce beasts in the jade slip were not recorded by Guiyuan Zhai.

When checking the jade slip, Wang Lin had gained a lot in terms of the perception of the fierce beast, and seeing that the rest of the people had already thrown out the jade slip, Wang Lin chose a fierce beast named Winged Cloud, placed a bet of 100 pieces of immortal jade, and handed the jade slip to Ouyang Long.

The old man smiled slightly, and said: "Today, I want to see, whose eyesight can win, this matter will be answered later, now the old man has three treasures here, but also let you Taoist friends take a look, if there are those who are interested, you may wish to make a bid." The old man said, and with a wave of his right hand, three crystals of light immediately flew out and floated in the air.

The first of these three items is a flying sword, this sword is crystal clear, the cold is pressing, and there is a bloodshot flow in it, making this flying sword have an extra evil aura out of thin air.

The second item is a remnant armor, which exudes the vicissitudes of life, and seems to have endured the eternity of time on it.

The third item was a pill, this pill was pitch black, there was no medicinal fragrance, but there was a terrifying fluctuation coming out of its inner virtue, which made Wang Lin's gaze stay on it for a moment.

"The first thing is the blood crystal sword, this sword old man killed nearly a thousand eighth-order fierce beasts, took all the blood to refine the rain, and invited Dao Yezi to come to the light when the sword was completed, and the power was doubled, especially the blood line in it, it contained strange poison, and was injured by this sword, not only the body was damaged, but even the original god would be poisoned and weakened. ”

"Dao Yezi's predecessor opened the light?" The beautiful young woman in the flower jacket summoned her right hand, and immediately the blood crystal sword flew down from her hand, and after a few careful glances, the beautiful young woman let go, and the flying sword returned to mid-air.

"This second thing, there is a set of supernatural powers recorded on it, but it is relatively broken and has no cultivation, which is a pity. The third thing depends on the eyesight of your fellow Daoists. If you want to exchange it, you should know the rules of the old man, I only need Xianyu!" After the old man finished speaking, he smiled silently and looked at everyone.

Except for Wang Lin and the wrinkled old woman in Tsing Yi who didn't move, the other four people summoned three treasures to look at them one by one, and the blood crystal sword was bought by the beautiful young woman, and the specific cost she transmitted to Cang Songzi, and outsiders didn't know.

As for the fragment, no one cares. Wang Lin's expression was as usual, with a wave of his right hand, the fragment fell into his hand, and his divine consciousness dispersed, but the focus was not on his inner supernatural powers, but on quietly looking at the material of the fragment.

This fragment looks like a bone, but when you look closely, it doesn't look like it, and you can't help but groan.

The middle-aged scribe held the black pill in his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, showing a hesitant look, looked at the old man, and said:

"Cang Songzi, I will produce five hundred immortal jade for this Dan!"

Cang Songzi shook his head and said slowly: "A hundred times!"

As soon as these words came out, the monks around them all stared at the elixir, these people were all old monsters with broken nirvana, and their joy and anger were invisible, although they looked at it, it was difficult for outsiders to see the clues of their expressions.

The middle-aged scribe smiled dumbly, hearing this price, he was also convinced of his guess, and without saying a word, he put the pill in his arms and nodded to Cang Songzi.

Cang Songzi smiled, his eyes fell on Wang Lin, and said with a smile: "Daoyou has taken a fancy to this thing?"

Wang Lin raised his head, his face showed hesitation, thought about it, and said: "This thing is useless, it's just that I like this rare thing, and I will give out a hundred immortal jade." ”

Cang Songzi groaned slightly, waved his hand after half a sound, and said with a smile: "This thing was originally not intended to be sold, mainly to see if you can see if you can recognize what it is, since you like it, I will give it to you."

Wang Lin hugged his fists and thanked him, and put away the fragment.

"The old man looked away before, but he didn't expect that this pill was really the mixed yuan pill that could threaten the Shattered Nirvana monk, but it was only one pill, and the power was still insufficient. The old man, who was holding two balls in his hands, spoke slowly. As he spoke, the old man waved his right hand, and two items flew out and floated in the air.

A red feather, a bubble the size of a skull, and in that bubble there was a beast soul, half of its body turned into a dragon, and half of its body turned into mist, struggling and roaring in that bubble to rush out.

These two items were taken out, and suddenly the room was silent, and all eyes were looking, Wang Lin stared at the red feather, but he was shocked, but he covered it up very well, and did not show it at all.

"The first thing, suspected to be the feather of the Vermilion Bird back then, although it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, but the fire on it is rare and rich. The second thing, there is no need for the old man to say more, the soul of the twelveth-order fierce beast that is half-dissolved into fog. The old man doesn't have as many rules as Cang Songzi, if he wants to exchange it, he can do anything, as long as the old man is tempted. When the old man had finished speaking, he looked at the crowd and said nothing. "It's a pity, it's just a half-misty beast...... It's a pity!" Wu Qing looked at the fierce beast inside the bubble, shook his head and sighed lightly. "If it's a real mist-turning beast, how can the old man sell it. The old man snorted coldly.