Until the end, Wang Lin did not say the specific reason, but avoided it.
The more he was like this, Ouyang Long felt even more puzzled, and the more he felt that the ordinary white-clothed youth in front of him was filled with mystery.
It’s not easy to ask, Ouyang Long smiled bitterly and shook his head, no longer mentioning the matter, but reminded with a fist: "Friends, this private auction, according to the rules here, it is most forbidden to cover the hidden head." After speaking, he came to it. At the stone gate at the end of the passage, I knocked lightly on it.
After a while, the stone gate shook, and a circle of ripples appeared on it, as if it had melted in half and gradually blurred. Ouyang Long turned his head and gave a fist to Wang Lin, then turned and disappeared into the ripples.
Wang Lin groaned for a moment, and did not hide his appearance. Since he dared to come, he was not afraid of causing trouble. He walked into the ripples and disappeared.
A flower in front of me. When he was clear, Wang Lin stared with his eyes and looked around. He was in a room about tens of meters in size. The floor of this room was made of something, but it turned out to be a piece of transparent. You can clearly see the stone platform below. Fight between two fierce beasts.
There are some seats scattered around in the room, around a seat directly in front. There were seven monks sitting on the chairs calmly, none of them covering their faces. The moment Wang Lin entered here, their eyes gathered.
These people looked like swords and were extremely fierce, falling on Wang Lin, as if they were real, they could feel the skin's coldness. One of them was taken aback when he saw Wang Lin, but he quickly returned to normal, and gestured with a smile.
Especially the person in the seat in front of him. This person is an old man with gray hair like silver, wearing a gray robe, his eyes slightly closed, but there is a faint light from the gap between his eyes and sweeping towards Wang Lin, his expression is majestic, Xiu In order to reach the middle of the broken nirvana. Behind him, Ouyang Long bent over, whispering something in the ear of the old man.
Wang Lin looked as usual, walked forward under the gaze of everyone, came to a seat, and sat down calmly. There was a calmness between the eyes opened and closed, and when he looked at everyone, he gave a fist to the person who had previously smiled and gestured.
Wu Qing didn't expect to see Wang Lin again here, and was quite surprised, but since Wang Lin could enter a private auction of this scale, it made Wu Qing look more highly.
As Wang Lin glanced over at will, the seven people sitting on the chairs, except for the old man with long hair who was obviously Uncle Ouyang Long and this Wu Qing, the other five were all in the early stage of Nirvana Breaking!
Sitting directly across from Wang Lin was a young scribe. His face was fair and he was waving a feather fan in his hand. His expression was not happy or angry. When Wang Lin looked at him, the scribe smiled slightly, and his gaze showed a hint of feeling towards Wang Lin. The color of interest.
There was a young woman sitting next to this person. This young woman was wearing a flowered jacket, bright and moving, sitting there with a trace of laziness and looking forward, she swept across Wang Lin's face, and then stopped paying attention.
An old man was sitting not far away. This person's appearance is very strange, his face is full of potholes, and it looks terrifying at first glance, and his eyes are even more gloomy. He touched the ring on his right index finger and kept turning.
In addition to these three, the other two also looked at Wang Lin silently.
Not far to his left, sitting an old man in a black robe, this old man has a thin appearance, slightly thin lips, and holds two baby fist-sized beads in his left hand like an eagle's claw, and moves with his left hand. These two beads are also surrounding each other, sometimes touching each other, making a bang.
The last person was an old woman with snow-white hair, wrinkled skin, wearing a Tsing Yi, sitting there motionless, but when Wang Lin's eyes were swept away, the old woman's eyes were like electricity, and she looked at Wang Lin again coldly. At a glance.
This is obviously a small gathering of extremely high standards only for the broken Nirvana. Being able to enter here represents the recognition of identity and strength. If Wang Lin hadn’t easily injured the three of Demon Congdao in the city, plus The number of transactions last time is relatively large, and I am afraid it is difficult to enter here.
Even come in at this moment. In the eyes of others, it is only the last.
Ouyang Long finished speaking next to the gray-haired old man, straightened up, and stood aside respectfully.
The old man gave a dry cough, his eyes swept over the surrounding cultivators, and the hoarse voice echoed in the room.
"Today is the private party of the old man Cang Songzi. I also invited some old friends. Of course, there are also two new Taoist friends. I won't say more about the polite words. According to the old rules, let's make a bet first." The old man After speaking, Ouyang Long immediately stepped forward, took out six jade slips from the storage space, and handed them one by one to the six people including Wang Lin, and the last one was handed to the old man respectfully. .
Wang Lin took the jade slip, scanned the divine consciousness inside, and immediately saw the information on hundreds of fierce beasts in the jade slip.
"There is a sword lion beast! The old man crushed this beast!" The old man with pitted faces laughed, his divine sense was slightly changed in the jade slip, and Yu went straight to Ouyang Long after throwing it away.
Wang Lin’s calm mind and consciousness swept across the fierce beasts in the jade slip. His knowledge of the fierce beasts was not high. Just some records of Guiyuanzong were not enough. Most of the fierce beasts in the jade slip were not enough. Guiyuanzong has no record.
When looking at the jade slip, it was in the perception of the beast. Wang Lin had gained a lot. Seeing that the others had already thrown out the jade slips, Wang Lin chose a fierce beast named Wingyun, placed a bet on a hundred yuan of immortal jade, and handed the jade slips to Ouyang Long.
The old man with gray hair smiled slightly and said, "I have to see today. Whose eyesight I am waiting for can win. There will be an answer later on. I have three treasures here. I will let all fellow daoists take a look. Those who are interested, might as well offer the price." The old man said, with a wave of his right hand, three crystal lights flew out immediately, floating in the air.
The first of these three items was a flying sword. This sword was crystal clear and cold, and there was a blood flow inside, which made this flying sword give out an evil spirit out of thin air.
The second item is a broken armor, which exudes the vicissitudes of life, as if it has endured the eternity of years.
The third item was a pill. This pill was pitch-black and did not have the slightest fragrance of medicine. On the contrary, a terrible wave faintly spread from it, making Wang Lin's eyes stay on it for a while.
"The first thing is the Blood Crystal Sword. This sword was made by killing nearly a thousand beasts of Tier 8 and taking all the blood to sacrifice. When the sword was completed, Dao Yezi was invited to consecrate the sword, and its power was multiplied. The blood line inside contains strange poison, and being wounded by this sword will not only damage the body, but even the soul will be poisoned and depressed."
"Senior Daoyezi consecrated?" The beauty in the flower coat | Yan | Shao | called the woman's right hand, and immediately the blood crystal sword flew off her hand. After a few careful glances, that Mei|Yan| Shao |Fu let go, Feijian returned to midair.
"This second thing has a set of magical powers recorded on it, but it is relatively broken and cannot be cultivated. It is a pity. The third thing depends on the eyesight of fellow daoists. If you want to exchange it, you should know the old man. Rules. I only want immortal jade!" The old man Cangfa finished speaking, smiling and looking at everyone.
Except for Wang Lin and the wrinkled old woman in Tsing Yi who did not move, the other four people summoned these three treasures one by one. The blood crystal sword was bought by Mei|Yan|Shao|women, and she passed on the specific cost. The sound was given to Cang Songzi, but outsiders didn't know it.
As for the fragment, no one cares about it. Wang Lin looked as usual, waved his right hand, the fragments fell in his hands, and the divine consciousness scattered, but the focus was not on the magical powers within it, but calmly looking at the material of the fragments.
This fragment looked like a bone, but it didn't look like it carefully, and he couldn't help but ponder.
The middle-aged scribe held the black pill in his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, showing hesitation, looked at the old man with hair, and said:
"Cangsongzi, I will make five hundred immortal jade for this pill!"
Cang Songzi shook his head and slowly said, "A hundred times!"
As soon as this statement came out, the cultivators all around stared at the pill. These people are old nirvana critters, and they are indifferent to their emotions and anger. Although they look at it, it is difficult for outsiders to see the clues of their expressions. .
The middle-aged scribe was silent for a while and smiled blankly. Hearing the price, he was convinced of his guess. Without saying anything, he put the medicine in his arms and nodded to Cang Songzi.
Cang Songzi smiled, his eyes fell on Wang Lin, and said with a smile: "Do you think fellow Taoist has taken a fancy to this thing?"
Wang Lin raised his head with hesitation on his face, thought for a while, and said, "This thing is useless, but I like this kind of strange thing. I will make a hundred immortal jade."
Cang Songzi pondered for a moment, waved his hand after a while, and smiled: "This thing was not originally intended to be sold, mainly to see what you can deny it is. Since fellow daoists like it, I will give it to you."
Wang Lin clasped his fists to thank him, and put away the fragments.
"The old man took a glance before, but he didn't expect that this pill was really the Hunyuan Pill that could threaten Bro Nirvana, but only one pill was not powerful enough." The old man holding two spheres in his hands slowly spoke. .
With that, the old man waved his right hand, and two objects flew out and floated in the air.
A red feather, a bubble the size of a head, and a beast soul in the bubble. Half of the soul is in the shape of a dragon, and half of the body is turned into mist, struggling and roaring in the bubble to rush out.
As soon as these two items were taken out, there was a sudden silence in the room, all eyes were on, Wang Lin stared at the red feathers, but was shocked, but the cover was very good, not showing the slightest.
"The first thing is suspected to be the feather of the Vermillion Bird. Although it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false, the fire element on it is rare and rich. The second thing, needless to say, is the half-misted Tier 12 fierce beast. Soul. The old man doesn't have as many rules as Cangsongzi, and he wants to exchange it for anything, as long as the old man's heart beats." The old man looked at everyone, not talking.
"It's a pity, it's just a half-misted fierce beast... What a pity!" Wu Qing looked at the fierce beast in the bubble and sighed slightly.
"If it is a real misty beast, how can the old man sell it." The old man snorted coldly.