In the private room on the third floor, a disciple of Refining Device Pavilion sent Xiu Mohai special fruits, but no one moved.
Sitting in this position, you only need to look down to see a platform in the middle of the main hall on the first floor, where the auction will be held for a while.
Wang Lin and Li Muwan spoke softly. Li Muwan sometimes smiled happily, looking at Wang Lin's eyes full of tenderness and satisfaction.
Lu Fei and Tie Yan sat cross-legged by the door, meditating with their eyes closed.
Wang Lin pointed out a few words along the way for the two of them. They practiced harder, and almost seized all the time to improve their cultivation. According to Wang Lin's statement, only after the body's spiritual power is unified, can the transformation of the gods be realized.
After all, although both of them are in the late Yuan Ying, they have not been Dzogchen for so many years.
If you want to transform the gods, if you don't have any special intentions, you can only try to attack the gods if you reach Dzogchen step by step.
Since following the queen, the two of them have unprecedented confidence in the transformation of the gods. In fact, the life of the two is more sufficient than that of Li Muwan, but it is not much. Can be attributed to the dust.
This is actually one of the important reasons why the two are determined to follow Wang Lin.
At this moment, a divine sense swept across from the private room on the third floor. Lu Fei and Tie Yan slammed their eyes apart and snorted. Divine consciousness crashed together.
Suddenly, a miserable hum came from the left compartment. Consciousness dissipated immediately.
From the beginning to the end, Wang Lin did not look up, but with Li Muwan. Talk softly. He knows that he has all these years. Rarely accompany Li Muwan like these days.
For Li Muwan. In Wang Lin's heart, apart from tenderness. More, but a deep apology.
Divine Sense came from the private room on the left once. Obviously, the consciousness of many people are intertwined. Swept across. Tie Yan's eyes flashed, and at the same time Lu Fei dispersed his consciousness and crashed away.
"So courageous. I want to see how arrogant!" A cold snort came from the private room on the left. Under this hum. The spiritual consciousness of Lu Fei and Tie Yan. Dissipated immediately. But the two of them didn't get hurt but sneered.
"Sect Master. This person's cultivation is not a god. It's just that the time in the late Yuan Ying is longer than I waited for the Dzogchen in the late Yuan Ying."
As soon as Lu Fei's voice fell, a person came out from the private room on the left. This person was wearing a purple robe, with gray hair, and was not angry with himself. He left the private room and strode towards the room where Wang Lin and his party were located.
He was quite annoyed at the bottom of his heart. Originally, his disciple saw that Xu Luo personally led the way to the third floor. Under curiosity, he went to see what happened.
But I didn't expect to be broken up by the opponent's life, and almost injured, and then walked out in a rage.
A few steps to the private room of Wang Lin and his party, the old man raised the curtain and looked inward, but at this moment, Wang Lin raised his head and gave this person a cold look.
The old man looked at Wang Lin, and he immediately stepped back three steps, sweating on his forehead. At a glance, the Nascent Soul in his body almost collapsed, and he almost immediately reacted. The young man must be a monk of God!
The old man groaned in his heart. He had known so long ago, and he would not come to trouble a cultivator at the transformation stage.
But at this time, he didn't dare to move a bit, and only bitterly clasped his fists and said: "The juniors don't know that the seniors are here, for their recklessness, I hope to forgive them."
There was a trace of contemplation in Wang Lin's eyes. After he saw the purple-robed old man just now, he felt that this person was a little familiar, and he should be his old acquaintance when he was repairing the Demon Sea.
It's just that the time is too long, and I can't remember it for a while.
At this moment, there was a long laugh outside. Then, the white-haired old man with a gluttonous beast in the refining pavilion walked up to the third floor. He didn't even look at the purple-robed man, but was in Wang Lin. Outside of his private room, he smiled and said: "I heard that the Taoist goddess came to our pavilion at this auction. Hu Mou was overjoyed and came to take a look, but he didn't expect that it was an old friend."
During the conversation, the curtain of the private room lifted automatically, and the white-haired old man stepped in calmly.
Lu Fei and Tie Yan immediately changed their complexions, and quickly backed away, standing behind Wang Lin.
"Sit!" Wang Lin smiled slightly, his expression as usual.
The white-haired old man glanced at Li Muwan, sat aside, and said with a smile: "Farewell back then, fellow Daoists don’t come here unscathed, I don’t know how many lines of fire were taken?"
Wang Lin moved in his heart. When he was outside Broken Star Chaos, he wore a straw hat and did not let this person see his true face. But today, he recognizes himself at a glance. There must be some magical powers. Wang Lin looks as usual and laughs. Said: "The hole is too small to take a few."
The old man nodded and said: "The old man also restricted the hole that day and didn't take out too much, but when I went to see it a few years ago, I found an ancestral line that was several times thicker!"
After he finished speaking, he looked at Wang Lin. This Wang Lin was quite jealous. If he hadn't cultivated a supernatural power that could judge his identity by his figure, he would not have recognized this person today as the one he carried. Monk in straw hat.
At this moment, the purple-robed old man outside the private room was quite embarrassed. He did not dare to leave, so he could only stand outside like this.
During the conversation between the white-haired old man and Wang Lin, the auction on the first floor began. The initial listings were all magic treasures, which were quite popular.
Li Muwan sat quietly next to Wang Lin, gentle and generous, sometimes looking at the auction downstairs, always smiling.
The white-haired old man's eyes flickered and said: "Friends, I think you are quite familiar. Except for the last time Broken Stars, I should have met you before?"
In fact, ever since he first entered the room and recognized Wang Lin as someone outside of Broken Stars, he was always puzzled. Wang Lin’s appearance was familiar to him, but he couldn’t think of when he saw Wang Lin’s appearance. .
This phenomenon happened to a cultivator, and it was rare. The white-haired old man was convinced that if he had seen each other before, he would definitely not forget it.
Wang Lin smiled slightly and did not answer. Instead, he summoned his hand to the purple-robed old man outside the room. The purple-robed old man let out a sigh of relief, hurriedly stepped forward, entered the room, and said respectfully: "Junior Qiu Siping, see Senior."
After speaking, he turned to the old man with white hair and said the same.
Elder Bai gave a gentle benevolence, which was regarded as a response. His eyes flashed with a hint of dissatisfaction. He secretly said that you and I are both cultivators of the gods. I ask you, if you don't answer, why call this junior in the Nascent Soul Stage to come in.
Wang Lin smiled and said: "Friend Qiu Daoist, I haven't seen him for many years, don't come to get sick."
Qiu Siping was startled, even the old white man's eyes flashed and looked towards Qiu Siping.
Qiu Siping looked at Wang Lin carefully, and the more he looked, the more familiar he became, but he couldn't remember when he met Wang Lin, so he cautiously said, "Senior knows the younger generation?"
Wang Lin chuckled and said, “It’s been too long, I’m afraid you would have forgotten it too. If I hadn’t heard your name, I wouldn’t remember it, Qiu Daoyou, those two Yuanying bodies back then, you and I were one of you. And the rubbing of the map, do you remember?"
Qiu Siping showed an incredible color in his eyes, took a deep breath, and lost his voice: "Wang Lin!! You... You actually turned your head!"
Wang Lin nodded, then looked at the white-haired old man, smiled and said, "What did Fellow Daoist Hu remember?"
The shocked look in the eyes of the white-haired old man flashed by, he looked at Wang Lin, and after a long time smiled bitterly: "I remember, I didn't expect that the pill knot monk back then actually reached the god of transformation..."
He did remember that Wang Lin and Qiu Siping were together back then. After he met, he saw a strange power in Wang Lin's body, vaguely like the legendary extreme realm, moved with greed, thinking You must forcibly accept this person as a disciple, and see if you can take out this strange power.
It's just that he didn't expect that when he met again a few hundred years later, the opponent had already turned into a god, and his cultivation was similar to himself, his old thoughts immediately disappeared.
Qiu Siping was completely stunned. The memories of the past reverberated in his head. This Wang Lin, from beginning to end, always pressed him.
He couldn't beat Wang Lin when he was forming a pill.
After Yuan Ying, he still couldn't beat it.
Now I have reached the Dzogchen in the late Yuanying stage, but when I see Wang Lin again, the other party has turned into a god...
The white-haired old man laughed and said: "The thing that happened back then was that Hu was reckless. Do not want to blame Wang Daoyou." After that, he changed the conversation and asked: "I wonder if Wang Daoyou came to our pavilion this time. What kind of magic weapon?"
Wang Lin smiled and said, "Six-Pin Pill!"
The white-haired old man looked embarrassed and said: "If it is other items, you can give it to the Taoist friends. It's just that this pill is sold here, but Hu can't help."
"It's okay! If you can't change it, Wang will grab a rubbing copy!" Wang Lin shook his head.
The white-haired old man laughed and stopped talking.
At this time, in the hall on the first floor, many magical treasures had been auctioned off. Then, Xu Luo walked onto the platform and said loudly, "Next, it will be a heavy treasure. This thing must be known to all fellow daoists. It is a sixth-grade pill! This pill has not been opened in my refining pavilion these days, and there is a seal of the consignor on it. Everyone knows it at first glance.
The Six-Rank Pill can only be refined from the Vermillion Bird Kingdom, but if you have a pill, it is different. Everyone knows the value of this substance, so I won’t say more about it, but the rules have changed. Ask for a price for the above-grade spirit stones. If there is a magic weapon, my Refining Pavilion can also make a price on the spot! "
The three-story pagoda immediately calmed down. In this auction, many people came for this remedy, so they started asking prices one after another.
Li Muwan was a little nervous, Wang Lin patted her hand, he remained calm and looked towards the first floor.
Qiu Siping showed a bitter look on his face. He came this time also for the alchemy and was extremely prepared, but now, he dare not bid at all.
Soon, the price was raised to 10,000 high-grade spirit stones, this price, in Xiu Mohai, can be described as a big deal.