"It's okay, it's normal. Master is also very happy to see Xiaorong." The man said, although there was no smile on his face, but his tone was extremely soothing.
At this time, Xia Qiu also knew all the information about the man in his mind.
He is Rong Chen's master, and he is also the one who picked up Rong Chen in the mortal world, brought her to Qingyun Sword Sect, and cultivated her carefully.
He taught Rong Chen how to practice, taught Rong Chen how to make alchemy and how to refine weapons, with all his heart and soul.
But Rong Chen grew up slowly, but he could feel his position in the Qingyun Sword Sect. It seemed that he was both respected and full of hatred...
When she got older, Rong Chen understood that the man was not a monk of the Qingyun Sword Sect, but another sect, the Equipment Sect.
And the man's name, after she deliberately inquired, was finally known to her.
North pine.
After teaching her the key to alchemy and weapon refining, Beisong disappeared without a trace. As the number one person in refining tools and the number one monk in Lingyu Continent, within a few years, the demon world ravaged the world of cultivating immortals.
Xia Qiu's heart trembled slightly. Facing Beisong's gentleness, he felt tight and dangerous pressure.
If such a first person to cultivate immortals, if he realizes that his apprentice's consciousness has been stolen by a monster, Xia Qiu feels that he will kill him in minutes!
"Well, there are a few good items in this auction, let's take a look at Xiaorong too!" Said calmly, facing Xia Qiu's respect, Bei Song sat down again, and his eyes fell lightly on the auction platform in the distance.
After he said that, the loud hammering sound of the noisy auctioneer and the auctioneer seemed to rush into Xia Qiu's ears, and she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Beisong didn't seem to notice her abnormality.
After secretly testing Beisong's cultivation, Xia Qiu, who was puzzled in his heart, was suddenly glanced at by Beisong, a little embarrassed as if he was caught on the spot.
Pursing her lips, Xia Qiu simply asked tentatively, "Master, your cultivation level..."
At that time, Beisong was already Mahayana in the battle with King Chiming. It stands to reason that Xia Qiu should feel the pressure from him as if he was standing upright from a high mountain.
But in fact, Xia Qiu's feeling at the beginning was not an illusion, just like an empty bucket, Beisong didn't have the slightest breath of cultivation.
"By luck, I have a little problem with my body, but it's not a serious problem." Smiling, Beisong looked at the stage.
Unexpectedly, he actually admitted it like this, and verified his doubts in his heart, but the skinny camel was bigger than a horse, so he was not so nervous about Beisong, but Xia Qiu still didn't dare to take it lightly.
"Okay! The next thing to be auctioned is the ancient ruins, which were brought out after the death of several ninth-level alchemy monks... ancient stones!"
"The reason for calling it this way is indeed a helpless move. We once asked the spiritual elders of the Equipment Sect to do an appraisal, but this stone is neither gold nor iron, let alone any material we know. The adults in the Nascent Soul stage smashed it with all their strength, and failed to leave any traces on the stone."
"All of you here, I will not play tricks, ancient stones, a thousand high-grade spirit stones, starting from 1,000 high-grade spirit stones, each bidding price is 50 high-grade spirit stones, and the auction starts now!"
"One thousand and two!"
"Okay, the adults in Room 1 bid 1,200 high-grade spirit stones, is there a higher price?!" It seemed that the auctioneer's face was full of blood in an instant.
"Master, it's so dangerous for you to walk on the mainland now, why did you come to this kind of auction, right..."
He didn't finish speaking, but there was a sense of shyness in the words, and Xia Qiu's temptation was tactful.