86_86831Kanto looked at the mess on the ground in a daze, slightly depressed.

Obviously, I have made full preparations, but I didn't expect that the last step was still a little short.

With his eyes closed, he rearranged his thoughts, and found several inappropriate places. So, he regained his faith and began to set up again.

For more than ten days, Kanto was closed, trying again and again.

Failed five or six times in a row.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer materials available for the formation in the spirit storage bag, he smiled bitterly: "The eyes are high, the hands are low, and it really doesn't work! Could it be that I've been immersed in the formation these days, but my thinking has become rigid?"

Thinking of this, Kanto decided to put aside the troubles of the Spirit Gathering Array for the time being and go out for a walk.

So, he put away all kinds of materials that had not been destroyed, and then performed a "ground-leading technique" to smooth out the bombed messy ground, tidy up his wrinkled clothes, and walked out of the room in a hurry.

The sun is shining outside, and the danxin sunflower and arrow bamboo in the garden are growing vigorously, with a strong fragrance of flowers. Kanto stood in the garden for a while, then walked outside.

The entire county guard seemed very quiet, except for a few guards and soldiers, no one else came.

Just in the corridor, I met Feng Bo who came from outside.

When Feng Bo saw Kanto, his face was immediately filled with a warm smile, and even the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were stretched, and he asked happily, "Young Master Guan, are you out of the customs?"

"Hmm. Kanto replied casually, frowned slightly, and pointed to the courtyard, "Uncle Feng, why didn't you see your uncle and aunt and Li Yan? Is something wrong?"

"No, no, no. Feng Bo hurriedly explained, "Today is the old master's sacrifice day, so the old master and the young master both went to the ancestral temple, and it is estimated that they will not be able to come back until the evening." ”

"Oh, I see. Kanto nodded, revealing a look of surprise.

"Are you going out? Why don't you let the old slave accompany you! Not to mention, the old slave has been in Gaoyang County for forty years, and he is very familiar with every grass and tree here. Feng Bo said confidently.

Kanto thought for a moment and smiled, "It's okay." Do you know which places in Gaoyang County are where immortal cultivators often gather?"

Now that Feng Bo already knew his identity, Kanto no longer concealed it, and asked straight to the point.

"You're asking the right question. Anyone else may not know these things. But more than 20 years ago, I stumbled upon a place that might be exactly what you're looking for. ”

"Well, you'll lead the way. ”

"It should be, it should be. ”

After Feng Bo agreed, he immediately ordered his subordinates to prepare the carriage and horses, get into the carriage with Kanto, and then instructed the horseman to go towards a village courtyard in the west of the city.

This village is very remote, along the way the horse groom kept walking the streets and alleys, and it took seven or eight miles to turn into an alley.

The alley was very narrow, and after walking a little further, the carriage could not enter.

In desperation, Kanto could only walk on foot with Feng Bo.

After walking for more than a dozen feet, they came to a dilapidated courtyard near a dark wooden door. The front door eyebrow is empty.

"Young Master Guan, this is it. Feng Bo said, pointing to the wooden door.

Kanto took a closer look at the place and found that there was really nothing unusual from the outside. Such a deserted and outdated courtyard, if it is said that there are immortal cultivators living in it, I am afraid that few people believe it.

But he was somewhat convinced.

It is this kind of simplicity and unpretentiousness that is what a true immortal cultivator who is dedicated to the Tao pursues. Because at a certain level, material luxury can no longer affect the monk's Dao heart.

Kanto hesitated slightly, took a few steps forward, knocked on the wooden door a few times, and then retreated, quietly waiting.

Feng Bo stood aside and did not dare to speak.

After a while, the wooden door opened with a "creak", and a small head poked out, which was actually a boy, sleepy-eyed, and said impatiently: "Who?"

Kanto's eyes narrowed, and a fine light burst out, and he could see through the faint aura fluctuations on this boy's body at a glance. Then he said: "In the lower Kanto, a medium is scattered to cultivate ......."

Before he could finish his introduction, the boy interrupted him: "Okay, okay, you must want to ask the master to open the furnace to refine medicine, right? If you're lucky, it's just in time for the annual pill auction. Come in!"

Seeing this, Kanto first looked at it, then showed a hint of understanding, and walked in calmly.

But when Feng Bo wanted to go in, he was stopped by the boy.

"This is the dojo of immortal cultivators, and mortals can't step into it. "The boy was resolute.

"Huh?" Kanto turned around, a hint of displeasure on his face, "He's the one I brought, why can't he enter?"

"What did you bring? This is my master's dojo, and if you dare to be verbose, I will blast it out with you. The boy said disdainfully.

A boy is so arrogant, Kanto's face changes.

He was about to have a seizure, when Feng Bo hurriedly stopped: "Young Master Guan, don't be rash. I don't have anything to do when I go in, and I feel constrained in front of many immortals, so I might as well wait outside for you to come out!"

After all, this place is someone else's territory, and before he figured out the reality of the owner of the courtyard, Kanto also had some scruples. Hearing Feng Bo say this, his expression eased slightly, and he nodded: "Since this is the case, then so be it!"

"Let's go!" said the boy in a strange way.

Kanto didn't answer, he entered the courtyard with his head down, carefully observed the terrain here, and found that there were faint traces of formations around, and his heart couldn't help but be awe-inspiring.

"Look at what, hurry up and get in, the auction will start immediately. The boy urged from the side.

Kanto immediately quickened a few steps and entered a dark pavilion. The light in front of me suddenly dimmed, and when I looked again, I found that there was a very spacious hall in front of me, and there were seventy or eighty monks sitting in each other's voices, talking in whispers from ear to ear. The cacophony resounded throughout the hall, giving the impression of a swarm of mosquitoes flying by.

He didn't attract too many people's attention. After casually glancing around the hall, Kanto sat down unhurriedly on a vacant seat in the corner near the door, and remained silent.

Next to him, there was a white-eyed old man in his fifties, who was closing his eyes to recuperate, even if Kanto came over, there was no reaction, and it seemed that he had already wandered away.

And when Kanto saw this person's cultivation clearly, he couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart, revealing a touch of solemnity.

This person is a second-level monk of the First Spirit.

Looking at the others, they are basically all primordial stage cultivators, and the first few of them have even reached the eighth level of primordial spirits. He glanced around, and only then did he find several fetal monks in the most inconspicuous corners. However, it is clear that these people have been marginalized and are not qualified to sit in good positions at all.

"With so many high-ranking monks gathered here, it's no wonder that boy was so arrogant in the face of me that he dared to say those words. Kanto thought for a moment, then figured out the joints and slowly exhaled a breath of white air.

Even though he was surrounded by primordial spiritual monks, Kanto didn't feel the slightest nervousness, but was faintly excited. It's the first time I've participated in such a high-end auction, and even if I don't bid, I'll be able to see a lot.

About another incense stick passed, the curtain of a side door in the hall was lifted, and out of it came a seventy bald old man, with a withered face and a thin body, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

But as soon as he appeared, everyone present immediately fell silent, and the entire hall instantly fell silent.

When Kanto saw this person, he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Because this old man turned out to be a monk on the first level of Tianyuan. This is definitely the strongest in the entire hall, there is no one.

This auction can invite this kind of person who stands at the top of Zhaohua Kingdom, and it seems that the energy of the auction owner is not trivial