After the words fell, there was a dead silence in the venue. Zhuo Fan looked calm and did not rush. He just stood quietly with his hands behind his back and waited.
After a while, there was a sound, low and hoarse, like gravel blown by the wind, and the sound was unpleasant.
Following the sound, I saw a woman sitting on the east side of the stone platform, wearing a skirt and a black veil, saying coldly: "Twelve thousand."
Before the woman finished speaking, she heard a male voice. Not far to her right, a young man held up a jade sign and said loudly: "Ten thousand and five thousand."
After the man finished speaking, another person shouted loudly: "Sixteen thousand."
"Seventeen thousand."
"Twenty thousand."
"Twenty-three thousand."
...
For a time, bids came and went, and the price of the demon pill also increased. In the end, it more than quintupled and stopped at 56,000 spirit stones.
"Okay, this Taoist friend bids 56,000 spirit stones. Do other Taoist friends have higher bids?" Zhuo Fan stretched out his hand, pointed at a middle-aged man on the north side of the stone platform, and said loudly.
After waiting for a moment and seeing no one respond, Zhuo Fan continued: "Okay, fifty-six thousand spirit stones once."
"Fifty-six thousand spiritual stones..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard another female voice. It was the female cultivator in black from the beginning.
"Sixty thousand."
Zhuo Fan immediately said, "Okay, 60,000 spirit stones! This fellow Taoist bids 60,000 spirit stones! Is there a higher price?"
At this time, a lazy male voice sounded, causing the atmosphere in the venue to freeze. Many people looked up and looked at the wing room in the northeast corner of the second floor.
"Seventy thousand."
In the side room of Qudao, Chen Mu was sitting half-reclined, his eyes slightly closed, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Beside him, there were two girls in royal attire, about seventeen or eighteen years old. They had a white-tailed feather fan in their hand, gently swinging it slowly. The other one was holding an emerald fruit plate, picking up the scarlet spiritual fruit and feeding it to his mouth.
"Okay, 70,000! Is there any senior who has obtained 70,000 spirit stones? Fellow Taoists, are there any more?" Zhuo Fan perked up and continued.
"Eighty thousand." The woman in black followed without any hesitation.
"One hundred thousand." Chen Mu swallowed the spirit fruit and said casually.
The woman snorted coldly, raised another 10%, and said, "One hundred and ten thousand."
As soon as he said this, Chen Mu immediately sat up straight and said to himself: "One hundred and ten thousand? Is this person crazy?"
After hesitating for a moment, he glanced down again, and finally said: "One hundred and ten thousand, hey, it's a great handiwork from fellow Taoist! This demon elixir can only be worth one hundred thousand spirit stones at most. Since fellow Taoist is so determined, then this young master won't do it either." I want to win people’s love, so I’ll give it to you.”
After saying what she said, the woman just turned a deaf ear and remained unmoved. Zhuo Fan seemed quite excited and shouted loudly: "One hundred and ten thousand spiritual stones! This Taoist friend has obtained one hundred and ten thousand spiritual stones! He is still unmoved." Have it?"
With such a high price, naturally no one would bid again; Yuan Qing looked at the second-floor wing and thought to himself: "Chen Mu? Why did he sit on the second floor?"
However, this thought has not yet been extinguished, and there are changes in the venue. An old male voice is heard saying leisurely: "One hundred and fifty thousand."
As soon as the words fell to the ground, the cultivators were in an uproar and followed the sound and looked towards the southeast corner room on the second floor; the woman in black no longer had the same confident attitude as before, her eyes were cold and her face was gloomy.
At the same time, in the side room, Chen Mu stood up in excitement, his expression changed drastically: there was hatred, but also fear.
"His grandma, this old thing is indeed here, no, I have to leave quickly, we can't stay here any longer!" He murmured, turned around and left, leaving the two maids looking at each other, at a loss.
On the stone platform, Zhuo Fan shouted impassionedly:
"One hundred and fifty thousand! This senior bids one hundred and fifty thousand spiritual stones! Is there a higher price?"
"One hundred and fifty thousand times!"
"One hundred and fifty thousand times!"
"One hundred and fifty thousand three times!"
"make a deal!"
"Congratulations to this senior for winning the Golden Silkworm King Demon Pill! At the same time, this auction has also come to a successful conclusion! Fellow Taoists, see you again when we are destined!"
...
The next day, in front of Zuixianglou.
When midnight was approaching, Yuan Qing still pretended to be a skinny old man and came here to wait as promised.
For some unknown reason, there was no news from Chen Mu after the auction. Yuan Qing inquired many times and finally confirmed that he had indeed left Fangshi and was nowhere to be found.
"It's a pity that with his wealth and status, there may be other ways to quickly return to the clan, but now he can only accompany this senior Si to the dark side." Yuan Qing thought.
Just as he was thinking about it, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and then a white-haired old woman appeared in front of him out of thin air.
"I'm not telling you, your transformation skills are really not that good. But if you encounter someone who is proficient in eye skills or has strong spiritual consciousness, it will be useless." Si Guizhen said disdainfully, with a contemptuous tone, and kept his hands up and down. Very informative.
Yuan Qing just smiled slightly and replied calmly: "Senior said it is."
However, when Si Guizhen saw this, he suddenly became angry and said angrily: "Boring! You are so boring!" Then he threw a wooden sign with a wave of his hand.
The wooden sign is about an inch long, four fingers wide, and is entirely vermilion. It is engraved with the head of a ghost, which looks ferocious and ferocious.
Yuan Qing took the wooden sign, looked at it for a few times, and asked in confusion. "This is?"
"Admission token," Si Guizhen explained, his anger still lingering in his words: "Twenty days later, more than ten miles west of Fangshi, at the foot of Huaiyang Mountain, Fengxian will meet at Zishi."
"Fengxianhui?" Yuan Qing asked again.
"Huh, I don't know, it's just an underground auction." Si Guizhen snorted and replied: "Otherwise, why do you think this Gushan auction attracted Comrade Jin Dan to come here, just for this underground secret meeting!"
"I see, thank you senior." Yuan Qing put away the wooden sign and replied with cupped fists.
"You're just thanking me like this?" Si Guizhen smiled slyly and asked, "Let me tell you, this brand is worth five thousand spiritual stones. I have made a big deal to allow you to see the world!"
"Ah this..." Yuan Qing paused after hearing the words, and then took out a small bag of spiritual stones and replied: "This is eight thousand spiritual stones, I should give it as a thank you gift, thank you senior."
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Si Guizhen suddenly changed her color and shouted angrily: "How dare you! How dare you, a junior in the Foundation Establishment class, look down on me!"
After saying that, regardless of what happened to Yuan Qing, he flicked his sleeves and disappeared in a few steps.
Yuan Qing stood there with confusion on his face, and then his brows furrowed slightly, showing some concern.
"Recurrent temperament and broken rites and desires are signs of so-called demonic contamination?"
...
Twenty days later.
The sword's light flashed dimly across the night sky, circling and twisting for several times before landing in front of a locust tree at the foot of a barren mountain.
Under the shadow of the tree, a person appeared. He was thin and tall, with a black-clad face and a hawk-like face. There was an icy cold air between his eyebrows that had been gathering for a long time and was very penetrating.
It's Yuan Qing!
This image is derived from a secret technique of transformation - the Magic Clothes Art. It was obtained during this period of time by searching the market and spending 6,000 spirit stones. It is quite mysterious.
According to the shopkeeper, no one can break this method below the pill formation; above the pill formation, unless you carefully explore, you can also hide it from the sky.
"It should be here." Yuan Qing looked around and said secretly, but no matter how he searched, he could never find the entrance to the Fengxian Association.
Just when he was at his wits' end, two rays of light came together and landed not far away from him, revealing two beautiful beauties.
The two girls are both in their twenties, one is wearing green clothes and the other is wearing purple clothes.
The person in green clothes has a body like a weak willow and a face like jade. His movements are like the spring breeze and rain. His smile is as bright as a hundred flowers blooming.
The person wearing purple has an aura like a solitary mountain of pines and cypresses, with pure pavilions and green plants; the texture is like an icy pond with snow lotus, aloof and pure; it looks like a goddess has fallen into the world and can only be seen from a distance.
I saw the woman in green raising her bare hands, and a line of green flowers disappeared into the void. Then, among the ripples, a human-shaped crack gradually appeared. It was pitch black and gloomy, and I didn't know where it led.
Qing Yi looked back, smiled, then took Zi Yi's jade hand, stepped into the gap, and disappeared without even casting a glance elsewhere.
After the two left, the crack slowly healed; if Yuan Qing had some realization, he thought for a moment and then went to where the two women were before, released his spiritual consciousness, and carefully scanned the void in front of him.
After a long while, I finally found a trace of restriction.
"It should be just an ordinary restriction, but this invisible effect is very clever." After the investigation, Yuan Qing thought to himself.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally made a sword with his fingers and slashed out a sharp sword energy, intending to break it with force.
"Zi la", like silk and brocade being torn apart, the void reopened and the crack reappeared. Yuan Qing stepped into it without hesitation.
With a burst of light and dark, the scenery suddenly changed! But as far as the eye could see, they were all rocks, with marks of knife and ax chiseling on them. It was clear that the Yuan and Qing Dynasties were already in the corridor at the belly of the mountain.
The corridor was not long, but within a moment Yuan Qing had reached the end, and then he saw a scarlet door standing in front of him.
There are two black ghost heads carved on the door, the shape and style of which are the same as those engraved on the wooden sign. There is also a person standing in front of the door, wearing a cloak and a mask, surrounded by black mist. I don't know whether he is a man or a woman.
"Identity token." When Yuan Qing approached, the man asked, his voice cold and his tone numb, without any emotion.
Yuan Qing did not answer, but just took out the wooden sign and handed it over as instructed; the latter glanced at it casually and returned it, then continued: "Foundation-building monks, you must pay one thousand spiritual stones to join the membership."
Yuan Qing still said nothing, took out ten middle-grade spiritual stones and handed them over.
The man accepted the spirit stone and then pulled out an iron card from nowhere. It was the size of a palm and had an ordinary appearance. There were no other decorations except the three characters "Fifty-seven".
Throwing one away casually, the man said coldly. "You can go in."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened. Yuan Qing took the iron plate, cupped his fists, and walked straight inside.
"Is this the Fengxian Society? It's really extraordinary." Looking at the scene in front of him, Yuan Qing couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Behind the gate, there is a huge cavity, which is thousands of feet wide. Inside the cavity, there are towering stone pillars, scattered at random, as many as a hundred!
Each stone pillar is engraved with numbers on its surface, varying in height and distance.
There is a person on the top of most of the stone pillars, either standing alone or sitting on a treasure; only three or two are unattended and empty, among which is the number 57 in Yuan Qing's hand.
In the center of these stone pillars, there is a floating platform; on the floating platform, there are three people standing side by side, namely a silver-haired old man, a pretty girl, and a middle-aged beautiful woman.
Not far behind the three people, a burly man was holding a mahogany golden hammer and standing next to the golden gong. His muscles were condensed and he was half-naked. In addition, there were several cages placed on the other side of the floating platform, covered with black gauze. What is inside.
Yuan Qing didn't waste any more time, offered up the Yun Yi Bead, and dropped it on the top of his own stone pillar. After a moment, the strong man dropped the hammer, and the gold ring resounded!
On the floating platform, the silver-haired old man stepped forward and said calmly: "The Fengxian Conference has begun."
