In this way, in the quiet waiting, an hour flowed quickly.

For foundation-building monks, any retreat is counted in years. Therefore, an hour is nothing at all, and no one shows impatience. After all, all the monks present were in the foundation building period, and if they didn't have any patience, it would be too cheap. As for the lower waiters, they didn't dare to say anything.

Half an hour ago, Lan Tianwen arrived at the scene and greeted the monks in the hall one by one. A quarter of an hour ago, a monk from the late stage of foundation building finally came to the hall slowly. Suddenly, the crowd looked over and talked about it.

These people were directly led to the front of the first row, and there were sweet words, gentle and considerate female disciples serving. Seeing that they were obviously satisfied, and pretending to be a little impatient, Zhou Nan wanted to go up and smash their old faces fiercely.

But fortunately, Zhou Nan just thought about this evil idea for a while, and then decisively discarded it. Although he is not afraid of immortal cultivators in the later stage of foundation building, he has no grievances, so there is no need to offend. Although I don't care about it, then I just don't look at it.

Just when everyone was thinking about each other, suddenly, a noise sounded in the hall.

Hearing this, Zhou Nan turned around. I saw that Lan Tianwen was smiling all over his face, standing extremely respectfully in front of a young man in blue who was in the late stage of foundation building, and dealt with it carefully. The middle-aged man in blue looks elegant, but this smile is a little fake.

Seeing this, Zhou Nan's eyeholes shrank, and he secretly noticed it in his heart. Although there were also many monks in the late stage of foundation building just now, they didn't see Lan Tianwen so respectful and careful, so flattering. It can be seen that this young man in blue must be extraordinary.

Sure enough, not long after discovering the middle-aged man in blue, the foundation building monk on the field revealed the true identity of this person. One of the top ten rising stars of the Yan Kingdom, the most outstanding disciple of the young generation of the Xuanhuo Sect, and the senior brother in the sect, Murong Shi is also.

Hearing the identity of this person, Zhou Nan's face had a strong look of curiosity. He was also a monk who had taken the Purifying Saliva Pill. Now, how can you not be interested in meeting a monk who also has this opportunity, and who has been famous for a long time?

Shen Nian slowly leaned over, and from a distance of one zhang, Zhou Nan carefully felt the fluctuations around Murong Shi. Although you can't see anything accurate in this way, you can also roughly judge some of the person's situation.

Sure enough, as soon as Shen Nian approached Murong Shi's side a foot away, Zhou Nan rushed to a great pressure. Even stronger than the feeling that the former darkness brought him. It's just that somehow, this pressure is a little vain, indescribably weird.

With a sigh, Zhou Nan withdrew his thoughts and shook his head. "Tut-tut, there is no vanity under the fame!"

This Murong Shi's cultivation is in the late stage of foundation building, but the pressure he brings to Zhou Nan is obviously stronger than those ordinary late stage foundation building monks. Although he didn't personally feel what kind of cultivation it was to build the foundation of the Great Perfection, Zhou Nan was sure that these people had reached the level of the sky, that is, Murong Shi.

For the first time, Zhou Nan personally felt the powerful function of Pure Soul Salivation. But it's a pity that he divided the whole part of the pure spirit saliva into three parts, he, Wang Yuxuan, and Bai Xinyan, the woman in white, each have one share. Although with the help of the function of Pure Soul Salivation, he has advanced to a half-step foundation building, and his strength is not inferior to some ordinary early stage foundation building monks.

But compared to Murong Shi, a guy who completely benefited from the Pure Spirit Salivation, he Zhou Nan was still a few points behind. But he doesn't regret it. Wang Yuxuan, that is the person he must help and repay. If it weren't for her, he Zhou Nan might not even know what the Pure Spirit Saliva was.

As for Bai Xinyan, the woman in white, she is also his savior. Although the two used to be enemies. But there is no eternal enemy in the world, and Bai Xinyan once personally expressed that he wanted to be friends with him. Zhou Nan is not a person who admits death, and it is reasonable to give her a pure saliva in return.

Moreover, with his current strength, he had already surpassed the ability granted by the Pure Spirit Salivation. If he reached the late stage of foundation building, even if he pressed the current Murong Shi to beat him, Zhou Nan didn't think that this was something impossible.

After all, a cultivator who only has the early stage of foundation building, can easily kill a monk of the same level, defeat a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and equalize the existence of a monk in the late stage of foundation building, no matter where he is placed, he is qualified to say such a thing.

While Zhou Nan was pondering, all the monks in the hall got up one after another and saluted Murong Shi.

After all, for more than fifty years, the Xuanhuo Sect has been this senior brother. These faces still have to be given. Zhou Nan didn't sit still, stood up, and bowed casually to the middle-aged man in blue.

After talking to Lan Tianwen for a few words, Murong Shi nodded to everyone, and then walked through the crowd with a fake smile on his face and sat in the middle of the first row. But looking at its seats, it is not even the middle, and it is conceivable that after a while, there will be more important people coming.

Sure enough, not long after Murong Shi sat down, the hall was boiling again.

"Look, it's the third elder, the fourth elder, and the fifth elder. Unexpectedly, these three came together. ”

"Yes, such a profound cultivation, with my divine thoughts in the early stage of foundation building, I can't see clearly, it's really terrifying. ”

"It's just not on the same level as me, it's really shocking. ”

Listening to the discussion of the crowd, it was easy for Zhou Nan to know the identity of the three old men in blue robes, smiling, and white hair. One of them was the Three Elders. On either side are the four elders and the five elders.

With a light probe, Zhou Nan figured out the cultivation of the three of them, and sure enough, they were all roles in building the foundation of the Great Perfection. The pressure that brought to Zhou Nan was not inferior to Murong Shi.

Zhou Nan also stood up with everyone and saluted the three of them. After all, the identities of the three of them are not trivial, most of the people in the field are still inner disciples, and when they see the elders, they should bow down.

Seeing everyone's luggage, the three elders standing in the middle of the three of them smiled slightly, and said slowly, "You don't have to be polite, just be casual." I heard that you are holding a trade fair here, and we three old bones are uninvited. There has been no activity for decades, and it is still necessary to go out for a walk. ”

Hearing this, everyone said, "Don't dare." Even Murong Shi stood up and saluted the three of them. After all, no matter what, these three are also his elders, no matter how arrogant and powerful he is, this bit of etiquette is still indispensable. Moreover, these three people are all existences of the Great Perfection of the Foundation, and they are not bad at all compared to him.

This is the world of cultivating immortals, although it also depends on talent, but more importantly, it depends on cultivation. If the cultivation is high, all problems will no longer be problems. It's realistic, it's brutal. No one can break this unspoken rule without absolute strength.

After greeting everyone a few words, the three elders slowly walked to the first row and sat down in the middle.

At this point, the entire trade fair, the people who should come, have all arrived.

So, Lan Tianwen didn't delay any longer, walked quickly to the stage, arched his hand to everyone, and said loudly with a smile, "Thanks to everyone's support, this trade fair will no longer be delayed, and this will begin." First of all, we will have a bidding session, and then everyone will come up and trade on their own. ”

After a few words of greeting, after finishing the scene, Lan Tianwen retreated.

At this time, an old man with white hair and glittering eyes walked onto the stage. The old man's surname is Han, and he was invited to the Zongwu Hall to preside over the auction. Now, the first round of auctions begins. ”

After speaking, the old man surnamed Han stepped aside and clapped his hands gently. Suddenly, a group of five, about twenty-eight years old, sweet-looking young female cultivators, bare a large area of snow white, boldly carried a plate covered with red cloth, and walked to the stage.

Seeing this, the eyes of the monks in the foundation building period after the second row lit up. I don't know if Lu Dao is staring at those female cultivators, or the plates in their hands, their faces are so hot that they almost drool.

Looking at everyone's reactions, the old man surnamed Han smiled slightly, walked in front of the first female cultivator, stretched out his hand to uncover the red cloth on the plate, and in an instant, a light blue flying sword appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"This sword is called Broken Water, and the water attribute is a spiritual weapon. The reserve price is five thousand spirit stones, and each price increase shall not be less than one hundred spirit stones. Now, the auction begins. The old man picked up the flying sword and shook it a few times, and the air around him quickly became wet.

As soon as the old man's words fell, he didn't fann the flames much. Some willing monks quoted their prices one after another. Not long after, the medium-grade spiritual artifact with a reserve price of 5,000 exceeded 10,000. And it's still increasing at a rapid rate.

"Thirteen,000 lower-grade spirit stones. ”

"Fifteen thousand lower-grade spirit stones. ”

Looking at the fiery crowd, suddenly, a lazy voice sounded, "I'll give out eighteen thousand lower grade spirit stones." ”

Hearing this, the monks who were still raising their prices stopped one after another and looked at a middle-aged man in the fourth row. Seeing the crowd, the middle-aged man just smiled slightly, stared at the old man surnamed Han disappreciatively, and waited patiently.

Seeing that the crowd stopped raising the price, the old man surnamed Han began to play his role.

"This Daoyou bid eighteen thousand, and no one has increased the price. 181,100,100,182, 183,000, deal. The old man surnamed Han shouted very decisively, obviously, he was very satisfied with this price.

Seeing that he could get this sword, the middle-aged man stood up, paid off the spirit stone very happily, and took back his flying sword.