Become a disciple of Taoist Priest Four Eyes

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"'Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda', the starting price is one hundred and fifty yuan for low-grade amethyst, and each increase in price must not be less than five yuan. Seniors, please bid." Jin Abacus's voice was full of respect and obedience.

In the history of the Hundreds of Thousand Yuanhui in the Wild World, the cultivators have become accustomed to the superiority of the Hongmeng Powers. This feeling is like the gap between the monks and the saints in the primitive world.

"Two hundred amethysts."

The old voice rang out, it was none other than Zhuge Wentian, the leader of the Chiyang Sect, the True Lord of Chiyang, who was previously known as the ‘Old Ghost Zhuge’.

"Want to buy the Qiankun Golden Pagoda with this little money? Two hundred and fifty yuan of amethyst."

Under Xu Junming's Dayan mirror, an old woman holding a dove staff, wearing a brown robe, with a childlike face and black hair appeared in front of her, with a strong mysterious charm and cold eyes.

It reminded him of another Hongmeng-level existence in Chiyang State.

Xuanyin Lingpo is located in Linggui Cave in Xuanyin Mountain.

In the memory of the old fox bustard, this person was at odds with True Lord Chiyang, and had fought many times to compete for the fate of Chiyang State.

It's just that the cultivation levels of the two sides are so different that no one can do anything to the other.

"Three hundred pieces of amethyst."

"Three hundred and fifty pieces of amethyst."

"Four hundred pieces of amethyst."

"Four hundred and fifty pieces of amethyst."

"Old witch Xuanyin, do you insist on fighting with me?"

"Haha, I have been comprehending the magic of Taiyin over the years and have made no progress for a long time. I just happened to use the pure yang Taoist charm of the 'Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda' to help my pure yin. The harmony of yin and yang is the long-lasting way."

"Huh, if you say this, do you believe it?"

"Believe it or not."

Zhuge Wenqian's face turned blue. Of course he knew why the old witch insisted on fighting with him. She was just afraid that if she got this spiritual treasure, her strength would be greatly increased after repairing it, and she would be driven out of Chiyang Province.

Therefore, even if this treasure is contrary to her path, he cannot buy it.

However, although this old witch is a casual cultivator, she is good at alchemy and has accumulated a large amount of amethyst in her hands over the years. Although she has the Chiyang Sect to rely on, she can't take much advantage compared to it.

"Four hundred and sixty pieces of amethyst."

A crisp voice interrupted.

The speaker was a woman wearing purple palace attire with a graceful and luxurious aura. The aura on his body was also that of Lord Hongmeng.

"Haha, old thief Zhuge, you have forgotten that the comrade who wants this 'Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda' is not you."

Zhuge Wentian looked solemn. Of course, he knew that he was not the only one who was interested in the ‘Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda’, especially now that the person who was competing for it was from the Twelve Supreme Sects.

Take a slight breath.

"Five hundred pieces of amethyst."

Regardless of whether he can get it or not, he will fight for it.

"Five hundred and twenty pieces of amethyst."

Another unfamiliar voice interrupted.

Everyone is here for the ‘Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda’, and no one is willing to give up.

Under the fierce competition, the price of the ‘Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda’ quickly exceeded 600 pieces of amethyst.

This is far more than the price of one, low-grade Hongmeng Lingbao banned by Hongmeng. If you add more, it is not impossible to buy one low-grade Hongmeng Lingbao, restricted by two Hongmeng.

However, after the price exceeded 600 amethyst, the competition slowed down.

Even though the ‘Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda’ was once used as a basic bonus for the middle-grade Hongmeng Lingbao, it is just a residual product after all.

If the price is too high, you will suffer a huge loss.

After all, repairs later will cost a lot of money.

"Six hundred and fifty pieces of amethyst." Zhuge Wentian said slowly.

Originally, his psychological price was six hundred amethysts, but the current situation far exceeded his expectation.

"Six hundred and sixty pieces of amethyst."

The crisp voice sounded again, without any hesitation in his tone.

The pressure came to Zhuge Wentian again.

"Haha, old thief Zhuge, I think you should give your things to fellow Taoist Ziguang. Compared with Taixuan Sect, one of the twelve sects, your background in Chiyang Sect is too weak." Xuanyin Lingpo said with a smile.

Mrs. Ziguang, who was wearing purple palace attire, smelled luxurious, and was beautiful and fragrant, frowned slightly.

She is not a fool. What she said just now about asking Zhuge Wentian not to come to Taiwan will only make the latter raise the price, which is harmful to her.

"Friend Xuan**, I have a fair competition with fellow Taoist Zhuge and have no personal grudges. Our Taixuan Sect and Chiyang Sect both belong to the authentic sects of the Great Dao, and there is no distinction between them. If you conspire to stir up personal grudges between the two sects, I, the Taixuan Sect, must find You want an explanation."

The words she said with a gun and a stick made Xuanyin Lingpo look gloomy.

However, although she was dissatisfied, she did not dare to turn her back.

Taixuan Sect is not the Chiyang Sect. As the Twelve Supreme Sect, there are five strong men in the Hongmeng Supreme Realm in its sect.

In particular, Mrs. Ziguang's husband, Ji Mingcheng, the leader of the Taixuan Sect, True Lord Xuanyuan, has already achieved the perfection of Hongmeng Supreme Master, which exceeds the one thousand Yuan Club. He is one of the most promising beings in the vast world to achieve the Great Master status.

Strong strength and unlimited potential.

Xuanyin Lingpo didn’t dare to offend.

"Fellow Taoist Ziguang has misunderstood. I was just discussing the matter and did not mean to instigate."

"It's best this way." The conversation changed, "Fellow Taoist Zhuge, the one in my family is determined to get this 'Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda', so please give me some concessions this time. In the future, my husband and I, and even Taixuanzong, We all accept this favor from fellow Taoist."

Hearing this, Zhuge Wentian hesitated.

Xuantian and Ziguang were famous throughout the vast world, and being able to owe them a favor would undoubtedly be of great benefit to the development of themselves and the Chiyang Sect.

But if he just gave up on the 'Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda', he would be reluctant to do so. After all, he had already collected the Qiankun Wuji real gold and Yuanyang exquisite jade. As long as he found a suitable refiner, he could repair the 'Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda'. 'Not impossible.

It's just that there are too many variables in the middle, and the current price of 660 pieces of amethyst has exceeded his bottom line.

If the price is increased, his wealth will be drained.

Just when he was hesitant.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuge, thank you very much. My husband and I will definitely remember your kindness this time." Mrs. Ziguang's tone was sincere.

Zhuge Wentian was shocked, "That's all, this thing is still not destined for me after all."

"I heard that the Xian couple have a wide circle of friends. Could you please introduce me to a refiner who can refine the Hongmeng Spiritual Treasure?"

If you can't get the treasure, you can only find a way with your own materials.

Madam Ziguang was overjoyed, "My husband and I are acquainted with the Taoist priests of the Weapon Refining Sect, and we can introduce them to them when the time comes."

Zhuge Wentian was overjoyed when he heard this. Although the Weapon Refining Sect was not as good as the Twelve Sects, its foundation was much stronger than that of the Chiyang Sect. Its sect leader, the Great Master of Divine Craftsmanship, was rare in the vast world and could refine it. The weapon refining master of Hongmeng Lingbao.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

"Fellow Taoist Zhuge, you don't have to be polite. It's just mutual benefit between you and me."

Xuanyin Lingpo saw the exchange between the two in her eyes, and although she was unwilling to do so, she did not dare to stop Madam Ziguang from taking the 'Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda'.

As for other casual cultivators, they will not touch Mrs. Ziguang's troubles at this time.

"Fellow Taoist, it's time to announce the results."

Jin Abacus nodded. The bosses had already discussed it, so he would naturally have no objections. But before putting the hammer down, I have to ask my ancestor.

After getting a positive answer, I was about to speak.

"Six hundred and seventy amethysts!"

Although the clear voice was not loud, it was like silent thunder, instantly shaking the entire auction house.

‘Shua’!

For a moment, everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

In particular, the Hongmeng Masters are even more curious about the person who dares not to give face to Taixuanzong Xuantian Ziguang and his wife. Who are they?

Facing everyone's gaze, Xu Junming remained calm.

But next to him, Zhao Mingcheng, who had never been paid attention to by so many big guys, was suddenly covered in cold sweat and felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Who is this person?"

Such questions appear in the consciousness of every monk.

"Haha, this is really a turn of events." Xuanyin Lingpo laughed without any scruples.

Mrs. Ziguang frowned. She never expected that at this most critical moment, Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway.

Look at that person, he is wearing a purple robe, his hair is tied with a gold ring, and he has a green gourd hanging around his waist. He looks ordinary. What's strange is that you can't see through this person's cultivation?

He snorted coldly, and his powerful aura was like an angry wave, pressing straight towards the opponent.

But her aura disappeared directly like a mud cow entering the sea after getting within three feet of the other party.

Those who can compete with the momentum of Hongmeng Supreme Lord must also be Hongmeng people.

"Don't know your friend's name?"

"The name is not important. If my fellow Taoist does not increase the price, this 'Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda' will be mine." Xu Junming said calmly.

"Six hundred and eighty amethysts."

"Six hundred and ninety amethysts." Xu Junming did not hesitate.

"Seven hundred amethysts."

"Seven hundred and ten amethysts."

Xu Junming increased the price slowly, each time adding ten more amethysts than the other party. In just a moment, the auction price exceeded 800.

But from beginning to end, Xu Junming's expression never changed, which made Mrs. Ziguang feel even more unsure.

Moreover, although the couple has a lot of amethyst in their pockets, it is not infinite.

"Eight hundred and twenty amethysts." Mrs. Ziguang gritted her teeth.

"Eight hundred and thirty amethysts."

This price has far exceeded her psychological price.

"Fellow Taoist, this 'Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda' is very important to my wife and I hope...!"

He interrupted her directly.

"I'm very sorry. This 'Qiankun Wuji Yuanyang Golden Pagoda' is also important to Pindao, so I can't let it go."

The unceremonious words made many people change their expressions, but they also aroused the curiosity of more people.

In the great world of Manghuang, there are many monks who dare not give honor to Xuantian Ziguang and his wife, as well as Taixuan Sect, but they are definitely not many.

Among them, they had neither heard nor seen Xu Junming.

Mrs. Ziguang's face turned cold. No one dared to talk to her like this after spending thousands of dollars.

A powerful mana burst out from the treasure chest.

Strong pressure enveloped the entire auction house, and the invisible anger made the cultivators breathless.

Soon, an old voice sounded.

"Friend Ziguang, this is my treasure auction house!"

Jubao Sect is also the twelfth sect, and its strength is not much inferior to Taixuan Sect.

Mrs. Ziguang took a deep breath, slowly loosened her clenched palms, and the surging and tyrannical magic power gradually began to subside.

The fat Lord Xuanmiao, who was wearing a white robe, also breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to conflict with Tai Xuanzong unless he had to.