"No, it's actually the Patriarch Dongji of the Canglang Sect!"
The ancestor of Tianqin's expression changed, and he pinched out twelve formulas with his hands in an instant. However, before he could type out the formulas in his hands, the divine sense in the black cloak had already broken through the restriction of the No. 24 attic. The previous restrictions placed by the ancestors of Tianqin also began to collapse.
"stop!"
"Who is your Excellency, dare to act wild in this venue!"
"..."
The order in the auction venue became chaotic due to the sudden eruption of the old man in black cloak, and the ancestor of Faxiang who hid in the dark to maintain order never thought that the one who erupted on the spot would be a middle-stage Faxiang whose cultivation base was not inferior to them For the monk, it was too late to stop him.
However, just when the other party's divine sense was about to break through into the attic, the ancestor in the black cloak suddenly let out a muffled groan, and his body suddenly began to shake violently, as if he was suffering from great pain. At the same time, he had just destroyed the other three attics Seeing that the identities of the people in the four attics were about to be exposed, the spiritual sense of the monk in black cloak retreated like a tide.
The monk masked by the blue mist stood up abruptly. At this time, there were seven or eight auras in the venue that were not weaker than the black-clothed monk who had just stood up. The monk masked by the blue mist was firmly locked there. As long as the two of them made further moves, the ancestors of the various sects of the Illusory Spirit City hidden in the dark would take action to suppress them.
For a while, everyone in the venue was in danger, especially the monks near the black-clothed masked monk. Most of them were bleeding from their mouths and noses due to his sudden burst of spiritual thoughts just now. A few tyrannical Dharma Ancestors were suppressed by the rampage of their spiritual thoughts in the mid-term and dared not move, but there were also a few people who were not seriously injured. Obviously, the Ancestor Dharma Xiang hid his cultivation to participate in this auction.
The black-clothed masked patriarch stretched out his hand to stop Cultivator Qingwu, saying: "Don't move, they are ready, it's too late now."
The monk covered by the blue mist raised his head, as if he was looking at the attics No. 7, 17, 24 and 33 floating in the sky. Aware of his sharp eyes with anger.
The black-clothed masked monk said coldly: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, the monks in the attic of No. 24 actually have Hua Nian San in their hands, but I don't know when the secret of the Zhongtulu family will arrive at you. Pie's hands?"
Attic No. 24 became the center of attention for a while because of the words of the black-clothed masked monk, but the prestige of Hua Nian San dissuaded many curious monks from prying eyes, and had never heard of Hua Nian Those who are scattered, seeing that even the ancestors in the middle stage of Dharma have suffered, naturally they will not ask for trouble.
In the attic, Lu Ping's face was as serious as water, and he didn't have the slightest joy of being able to overshadow the ancestors in the middle stage of Dharma. The words of the black-clothed masked monk were obviously killing people with a knife. Fortunately, each faction was sent to the attic randomly. Relying on the deterrence of Lu Pinghua Nian San just now, he also silenced the monks who were trying to spy on them, so there is no need to worry about being discovered by others as the true spirit sect.
The ancestor of Tianqin typed out the seal formula that changed the twelve handprints, and re-arranged a more sophisticated restriction outside the attic to prevent others from prying, but the deterrence of Hua Nian San is already strong enough.
In a corner of the auction venue, two monks stared at the attic of No. 24 with piercing eyes. After a long time, Liao Runjia next to him secretly asked the monk next to him via voice transmission: "Brother Runjian, my family's Hua Nian San Dan Fang When was it leaked?"
The monk next to him looked dignified, but said with some hesitation: "The Hua Nian San family has sent out a few bottles, and there is no guarantee that they will not flow overseas. If it is really Danfang who leaked the secret, it should be Peng Shiyuan from the Crystal Palace. I didn’t expect that this person even stole the pill formula of Hua Nian San, and I don’t know how many secrets the family has left behind. Could it be that there are monks from the Crystal Palace in the attic of No. 24?”
Liao Runjia was also a little uncertain, and after thinking for a while, he said, "It may also be the Xuanling faction. After all, Peng Shiyuan was ordered to go to Beihai at that time. Now that the Xuanling faction and the Crystal Palace are fighting fiercely, he might not give Xuannian the alchemy. The Lingpai, but it is hard to guarantee that they will not distribute a bottle of refined Hua Nian to the Xuanlingpai as a favor."
The monk next to him looked at the four attics in the sky, and said: "The key to the problem may be the 'fine water sword'. The four attics obviously raised their prices in turn. Every time, the monk in black and the blue mist After the monks made their bids, it was obvious that the four attics were not concerned about the thin water sword, but they had calculated that the two of them were bound to win the thin water sword, so they formed a tacit agreement to bid in turn, obviously not wanting the two People can easily get this thin water sword, as long as they figure out the origin of this thin water sword, then the two people's footsteps will be clear, and then the identities of the four attics in the sky can be guessed."
A faint voice came from an unknown direction of the auction venue, and said to the black-clothed monk and the blue-mist monk: "If you two still want the thin water sword, it is better to abide by the rules of this venue. No matter how you say it, you are a person of great status, this time Illusory Spirit City will give you two face, if there is another time, you two will not have to leave this Illusory Spirit City."
Ancestor in the late phase of Faxiang!
In this auction venue, there is actually an ancestor from the late stage of Faxiang sitting in charge!
"snort!"
The masked cultivator in black snorted heavily, but this time he didn't use the power of divine sense, then sat on his seat and coldly quoted again: "One thousand four hundred high-grade spirit stones!"
Cultivator Qingwu saw this, and sat back, but tilted his head slightly, as if he was looking at the four attics floating in the sky with cold eyes, and the hundreds of monks in the venue that restored order also looked at the previous one. Four penthouses with rotating offers.
In the attic No. 24, Patriarch Tianqin's face changed, but he didn't say a word, while the other three attics didn't offer any quotations. Patriarch Dong on the stage just smiled "hehe" and said, "Since no one else Quotation, this thin water sword belongs to this fellow Taoist."
A waiter at the early stage of forging alchemy held a wooden tray in his hand, and the black-clothed monk threw a storage bag from the wooden tray. The waiter swept the storage bag with his divine sense, but his expression was distressed.
The black-clothed monk snorted again, and pointed to the Qingwu cultivator sitting not far from him. The waiter looked at Dong Laozu who was on the stage, Dong Laozu nodded indistinctly, and the waiter walked towards Qingwu cultivator .
Cultivator Qingwu looked back at the black-clothed monk, seemingly helpless, and threw a storage bag into the wooden tray. The waiter saluted the two of them slightly, and delivered the wooden tray to Old Ancestor Dong.
Ancestor Dong put the thin water sword into the wooden tray. After the waiter brought the thin water sword, he hesitated again. This time, the monk Qingwu took the initiative to point to the black-clothed monk, and the waiter sent the fine water sword to the wooden tray. In the hands of the black friars.
Patriarch Tianqin saw the thin water sword in the hands of the black-cloaked monk, and his expression calmed down, and he said: "It seems that the two factions really united. The cultivator covering his face should be the Patriarch Dongyi of the Canghai Sect."
These two people, Lu Ping, knew each other, or in other words, all the monks with some achievements in Beihai knew each other. Patriarch Dongji was the only mid-stage cultivator of the Canglang Sect, and the other Patriarch Dongyi was also the only one in the Canghai Sect. There is an ancestor in the middle stage of Dharma, and both of them are well-known existences in the Beihai cultivation circle.
Canglang Sect now has one middle-stage ancestor and three early-stage Faxiang ancestors. Although Canghaizong only has one mid-stage Faxiang ancestor and two early-stage Faxiang ancestors, Canghaizong is an ally of the True Spirit Sect. With the help of the True Spirit Sect, one of the cultivators at the early stage of Dharma Aspect has reached the peak cultivation level of the early Dharma Aspect, and he is only one step away from the middle stage of advanced Dharma Aspect.
Once these two sects unite, the two patriarchs in the middle stage of Faxiang plus five patriarchs in the early stage of Faxiang, a total of seven patriarchs, their strength has already surpassed the Shuiyan Pavilion and Haiyanmen, and they are close to the Xuanling faction and the pattern of the Beihai cultivation world will be changed immediately.
Patriarch Tianqin seemed to think of something suddenly, glanced at Lu Ping, and said to everyone: "That's the end of the matter of Hua Nian Dan. The alchemy family has hidden power in the middle-earth cultivation world, which is far beyond what our school can compare."
In the venue, Old Ancestor Dong had already brought out another thing and started to introduce it. It was actually a kind of spirit monster called "Feng Xing". After being refined into elixir, it is very effective for monks to strengthen their physical bodies. The bone forging elixir that Lu Ping got from the Liao family is one of them.
However, before Lu Ping could bid, the ancestor Tianqin on the side had already raised the price to five hundred high-grade spirit stones. Lu Ping thought about it but did not bid again, because he had noticed that after Feng Xing started bidding, almost instantly Among the forty attics, almost half of the attics bid successively, and in the auction venue, including the ancestor Dongji in black cloak and the ancestor Dongyi covered in green mist, several monks who were suspected to be in the Dharma phase also successively bid. Bidding, the price of the three apricots instantly rose from the base price of 300 high-grade spirit stones to 400, exceeding 500, and directly reaching 600 high-grade spirit stones.
Lu Ping patted his chest unobtrusively, and coughed slightly. There was a small gold house hanging under his neck. There were ten huge spirit peaches on the spirit peach tree in the golden house. The value is not below the wind apricot.
The ancestor of Tianqin gave up when the price of the wind apricot exceeded 700 top-grade spirit stones, but in the end the three wind apricots were bought by the fourth attic with a price of 800 top-grade spirit stones.
After the auction of the three wind apricots, Patriarch Dong finally took out a high-grade heaven and earth spiritual object, and the entire auction site fell silent.