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Qin Sang put on a mask.

This mask seems to be carved from an old piece of bark, and the carving is very rough and terrible. However, it is a medium-grade magic weapon. Its only ability is to isolate the eyes and spiritual consciousness. Once peeked, Qin Sang can immediately aware.

Looking at the people in front of the high-rise building, most of them were dressed similarly to Qin Sang, either wearing cloaks or masks, and some simply put on a thick robe to cover their entire body.

Even if you don't wear anything and show your face, you can't trust people who are arrogant. In the world of immortality, there are many magic weapons or magic spells that can transform and simulate appearance.

After all, Yinshan Pass only guarantees absolute safety on Shidao.

After putting on the mask, Qin Sang spotted an opening, lowered his head slightly, and walked to the entrance.

There were several monks in the Qi refining stage standing at the entrance. Even though they were only in the Qi refining stage, the people who came to the auction did not dare to treat them lightly, because they were wearing Taoist robes embroidered with a miniature version of Yinshan Pass City, symbolizing the They are the disciples of the Lord of Yinshan Pass City.

They were checking the monks' tokens, and those without tokens were not eligible to enter.

Qin Sang's token was given by Manager Pu, and he didn't know how to obtain the qualification, but he thought it wouldn't be too difficult as long as he was a foundation-building monk.

After handing the token to the guard and being released, Qin Sang was about to step in when he caught a glimpse of a figure next to him from the corner of his eye. Suddenly his footsteps paused slightly, and the expression under the mask was a little surprised.

"Little brother, help me take a look. This token should be real, right?"

A burly monk, a head taller than Qin Sang, was holding a token and asking the disciple guarding the door with a somewhat eager tone.

The token was held in his big hand like a toy,

This man wore a cloak-like magic weapon on his head, and there was a faint wisp of black mist flowing around his head. Coupled with his tall stature, it blocked the light of the luminous pearls inlaid on the tall buildings. Qin Sang happened to be standing in front of him. In the shadows.

The voice sounded like that of a friar.

Looking at this figure, no woman would look like this, right?

Qin Sang reached out to take his token and looked at the strong man with his peripheral vision calmly.

This person did not conceal his aura, and it was easy to see that he was in the early stage of foundation building. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he deliberately showed weakness.

Such a strong figure, like a bear, is rare among immortal cultivators. Fortunately, the Taoist robe on his body should be able to change at will, otherwise it will burst.

For some reason, Qin Sang felt vaguely familiar when seeing this person, and couldn't help but feel strange.

Qin Sang had seen many foundation-building monks. After thinking about it, he couldn't remember such a person. He didn't know where this strange feeling of familiarity came from.

"Senior, your token is real, please come in!"

After checking the token, the gatekeeper respectfully invited the strong man in.

The strong man seemed to be relieved, thanked him repeatedly, and walked in hastily.

Qin Sang walked in slowly and couldn't remember when he had seen this person before, so he stopped worrying.

It is not ruled out that this person's body shape is transformed, or he may be a stranger at all, but he is similar to someone he has seen before in a certain point.

No matter what it is, it's better not to disturb him rashly in a place like this, otherwise he may be considered to have bad intentions.

Entering the hall, there were no walls or corridors in front of him, but a curtain-like darkness. Qin Sang used his spiritual consciousness to test and found that there was nothingness in the darkness. As long as other people entered the darkness, they seemed to have completely disappeared.

Qin Sang walked in without stopping. After taking a few steps in the darkness, his eyes blurred and he appeared in front of a seat in a hall.

The hall was square, but there were no walls around it, and it was still shrouded in darkness.

There is a high platform directly in front of the seat. There is no one on the high platform, except for ten girls wearing Yinshanguan costumes, standing on both sides of the high platform with their hands tied.

As soon as Qin Sang appeared, he heard a message from a girl, "Senior, please sit down. The auction will begin soon. Now I will introduce you to the rules of the auction..."

Qin Sang already knew the rules of the auction, but did not stop the girl. He listened to the girl's clear and sweet voice like an oriole and looked around.

At this time, there were many people sitting in the hall, but it was extremely quiet. Everyone was patiently waiting for the auction to begin.

Qin Sang soon saw the strong man in the corner.

This person was sitting on his seat, motionless, with his hands folded into fists, and veins appeared on the back of his hands. For some reason, he looked a little restless.

That sense of familiarity was very vague and appeared very suddenly. Qin Sang still couldn't figure out where it came from. It was probably an illusion before.

Qin Sang frowned and glanced past him.

At this moment, a black light suddenly flashed in front of Qin Sang's eyes, and a monk happened to land next to Qin Sang.

This person suddenly saw Qin Sang not far away from him. He was startled and immediately made a defensive posture. After seeing clearly the layout of the hall, he sent an apologetic message: "I am Meng Lang. Please don't blame me, fellow Taoist."

Qin Sang nodded, looked no further, and fell asleep in his seat.

Later, more and more people entered the hall.

Halfway through Hai hour.

The seats in the hall were already 70% to 80% full, and fewer and fewer people entered the hall. After waiting for a while, a sudden fluctuation appeared in the darkness behind the high platform.

The monks in the hall were all refreshed and stood up in unison. Then they saw a group of monks dressed as guards from Yinshan Gate filing out and splitting to both sides, occupying the four corners of the hall for warning.

Finally, a middle-aged monk wearing a brocade robe with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes appeared.

This person steadily stepped up to the high platform, paused briefly, clasped his fists as a gesture, and said in a strong voice: "I am Gao Yi, I am the guard commander of Yinshan Pass, and I will preside over the auction this time. If there is any negligence, please let me know. Fellow Taoists, don’t be surprised!”

As soon as Gao Yi finished speaking, a burst of compliments immediately sounded in the hall.

Qin Sang secretly looked at Gao Yi. He learned from Manager Pu that this person's identity was that he was the number one commander in Yinshan Pass. His cultivation was on par with senior brother Qi Yuanshou, and he was a master of fake alchemy realm!

This man was extremely famous and ruthless, and countless monks died at his hands.

Some people are discussing privately that this person is ranked first in the Xiaohan Region's Dan Formation Stage.

The participants in this auction are all monks in the foundation building and Qi refining stages. There is no need for Jindan to be in charge. Gao Yi alone is enough to suppress the scene, and no one dares to be presumptuous.

"All of you Taoist friends already know the rules of the auction, so I won't go into details here. However, I would like to remind you..."

Gao Yi's face suddenly darkened, and his tone was filled with murderous intent, "No matter what little intentions you have, it's best to put them away! Otherwise, no matter what your origins and status are, Yinshan Pass will definitely punish you!"

Shocked by Gao Yi's momentum, the hall suddenly became silent and solemn.