The next auction will proceed step by step.
There was no outstanding object like Han Chi's Luoyue Bow. Gu Qing sat on the futon, holding a medium-grade water attribute spiritual stone in his hand, and quietly breathed out the spiritual energy.
Time passes like water.
Don't let half of it go to waste.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed.
Everything in the past has faded away, and the people and things in his memory have gradually become blurred. What still remains in Gu Qing's heart is the Immortal Road to Heaven, and nothing else.
In this world, there are so many loves, hates and obsessions, all of them are charming and illusory dreams.
Since it is a fantasy, you should look at it with cold eyes.
Gu Qing, who was immersed in the state of cultivation, was doing two things at once.
His eyes were indifferent and lofty, silent and motionless, watching the practitioners in the auction house quietly, just like watching the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky.
The ice-blue vertical eye appeared naturally between his eyebrows. Gu Qing noticed this and left his cultivation state.
His consciousness was focused on his own body.
The ice-blue vertical eyes spread from the center of his eyebrows, like smudged ink, turning into an ice-blue pattern that spread to the bridge of his nose. A chill penetrated his soul, making him clearer than ever before.
Gu Qing thought and concealed the ice blue lines.
"That kind of power seems to have become a little stronger?"
He was a little surprised.
Gu Qing glanced at Xiang Xin who was unaware, and quickly looked at the stands. His consciousness spread out and scanned inch by inch, and he closed his eyes for a while, but he didn't notice anything strange. Like this, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to reflect on his previous state.
He once again entered a state of cultivation, doing two things at once.
He stared at the cultivators below for a long time, but he could no longer enter that strange state, and the ice-blue lines between his eyebrows did not reappear.
"It seems that this kind of situation is something you can only encounter but cannot seek."
Gu Qingruo realized something.
In the blink of an eye, it was already midnight.
Several of Gu Qing's things have been auctioned off.
The high-grade magic weapon talisman pen obtained from Chutian was sold for thirty-one medium-grade spiritual stones. As a high-grade magic weapon, the transaction price of this talisman pen is not low.
Gu Qing also learned from the words of the old man in white robe who came eastward that there were a total of 1,200 spiritual patterns on the talisman pen.
It seems that this person from the east, or that the Xiang family has the method of identifying magic weapons, is probably some kind of spiritual eye secret.
The iron corpse that was comparable to the late stage of Qi Refining only fetched twenty mid-grade spiritual stones at auction. Xiangdong had reminded Gu Qing that if the corpse control technique was attached to this iron corpse, the transaction price would rise a lot. But Gu Qing did not choose to do so.
The Corpse Control Technique was acquired by him in the Huifeng Valley Cultivation Workshop.
As far as he knew, this corpse control technique was not widely spread.
If it were sold here, it is likely that someone would use this to find clues about him and even determine his identity.
It must be guarded against.
As for the half-finished Blood Sea Soul Flag, the monks on the second and third floors competed for the price, and the final transaction price reached one hundred and thirty-two middle-grade spiritual stones.
After the auction of the Blood Sea Soul Flag was completed, Xiang Lichen from the Xiang family took people to Gu Qing's No. 17 stand.
Gu Qing stood up from the futon.
Xiang Xin's first-level Qi refining state on the side has been slightly stabilized, and he looks at Gu Qing frequently with a hint of gratitude.
Gu Qing came to the side of the stand and injected spiritual power into the jade plaque on his chest. The white light curtain immediately dissipated. As the light curtain dissipated, Xiang Lichen's figure appeared in front of him.
The so-called opposite party does not know each other.
Xiang Lichen couldn't recognize Gu Qing. He realized that on the No. 17 stand, his cousin Xiang Xin had broken through the first level of Qi refining, and his expression turned strange.
He politely bowed to Gu Qing with his fists cupped, and said, "Senior, this is one hundred and seventy-three middle-grade spiritual stones."
After cupping his fists and saluting Li Chen, without waiting for Gu Qing's response, he ordered the two maids following him to place a long black plate, neither gold nor iron, beside Gu Qing.
On this long black plate, there were one hundred and seventy-three middle-grade spiritual stones of various colors piled up. Gu Qing glanced at them a few times, but his expression did not change.
Gu Qing glanced at Xiang Lichen but said nothing.
The once enthusiastic young man seemed to be gone.
The auction was not over yet, and there were still two final items to be auctioned, but Gu Qing suddenly felt a desire to leave.
He captured the one hundred and seventy-three middle-grade spiritual stones with his spiritual consciousness, then brushed the storage bag at his waist, put away all the spiritual stones, and looked at Xiang Xin calmly.
"Someone wants to leave first."
Gu Qing spoke up.
After saying that, he held his sword and walked past Xiang Lichen.
Seeing this, Xiang Xin quickly followed.
"Cousin."
When she passed by Xiang Lichen, she carefully said hello.
Xiang Lichen felt a little weird.
He looked sideways.
The back of the man in black clothes and white hair made him feel a sense of familiarity inexplicably, but this familiarity seemed to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, so he could not see it clearly and could not recall it.
…
Walking up the smooth corridor and arriving at the front hall, Gu Qing took off the jade plaque from his chest and handed it to the middle-aged man in purple robe.
Then, he and Xiang Xin went to the auction venue.
After leaving the entrance of the auction venue, standing in the water promenade on the side, the moonlight was shining on the Red Lake, and the light red mist had risen again and spread towards the surroundings.
Gu Qing held a blank jade slip in his hand, burned some words into it, and handed the jade slip to Xiang Xin, who had followed him all the way to the water corridor.
Xiang Xin's face was a little blushing in the eyes of the monks coming and going from time to time. Looking at the handsome face under the moonlight, she couldn't help but have random thoughts.
"Give this jade slip to Xiang Lichen."
Gu Qing spoke up.
"Leave it to my cousin...what are you going to do for him?" Xiang Xin, who was thinking about it randomly, asked back in a daze after hearing this.
"This storage bag and the items in it are all given to you." Gu Qing did not respond to Xiang Xin's question, but threw a storage bag over.
Then his figure turned into a ball of white air and flew away into the distance. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the vast lake mist.
Xiang Xin held the storage bag and stood there blankly.
The experience of most of the day was really like a dream.
As a direct descendant of the Xiang family of the monk family in Huaining County, Xiang Xin has been tested since she was eight years old when her spiritual qualifications were almost hopeless. The only value of her existence is to meet an unknown monk one day in the future. They had an affair, and then gave birth to an heir to the Xiang family who might have spiritual roots.
To avoid this fate, she can only cultivate herself.
The Xiang family's skills are open to the direct bloodline.
This is also her only advantage.
Compared with those collateral sisters who didn't even have any skills, she seemed lucky to be born in the direct line of the Xiang family.
But after nearly six years of hard training, Xiang Xin lost consciousness and passed out countless times in his lower limbs, which made Xiang Xin feel as if he was dead.
In the six months since she turned fourteen, she still has not given up on practicing hard. The reason why she tried to introduce Qi into her body may be just because she is used to such a life.
But at this moment, she had dreamed of introducing Qi into her body, and the first level of Qi refining she had been looking forward to for many years had been achieved so easily.
She no longer has to be Xiangjia's... sow.
If this is a dream, she would like to fall into it.
Xiang Xin tightened his grip on the storage bag.
She turned around and walked into the entrance of the auction venue.
…
Gu Qingfei escaped above the Red Lake.
In the light red water mist, he stepped on the Lanjiang Flying Sword at his feet, and looked back as if he had inadvertently looked back, with a little more thought in his eyes.
He could sense that there was an aura from the eleventh level of Qi Refining, following him in the distance. He didn't know if they were just on the same path, or if this practitioner was targeting him.
Gu Qing took out a few spiritual talismans from the space of the stone tablet and clamped them on his fingertips. He quickly left Chihu behind without changing his speed.
White escaping light streaked across the sky like a shooting star.
Yan State is located on the northeast side of Huifeng Valley.
You need to cross the border of Chen State and travel through Tianyuan Rift Valley to get to Yan State. Gu Qing has never been to Yan State in the first four stages of his journey, but he has heard of the name of Tianyuan Rift Valley.
I heard that the area stretching for tens of thousands of miles in the Tianyuan Rift Valley has no sky and is directly connected to the outside world. There is a very special monster from outside the area wandering around. This very special monster is called the Kongming Beast and is used by monks. The storage bag is made from the skin of the Kongming Beast.
Gu Qing's mind wandered and he glanced behind him again.
He had been fleeing for more than an hour and was hundreds of miles away from Chihu. The eleventh level of Qi Refining was still following him.
"Is he the monk who followed Xiangjia's auction venue?"
Gu Qingxu narrowed his eyes.
A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
He pressed the escape light on the top of a mountain, but he noticed something. He glanced at the mountain village not far away in the quiet night.
Gu Qing's figure turned into white light again, and he swept deeper into the mountain with his Dragon Sword Step. He recalled the map of the five northwest countries and came to the top of a dangerous peak.
On the top of this dangerous peak, there is a vast white expanse of crystal snow, and there are jagged and strange rocks attached to the mountain wall. From a distance, it looks like a giant wolf looking up to the sky and howling.
