Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"It seems that everyone thinks I am seeking death, but I just don't want to waste spiritual stones."

Wang Fu listened to the many whispers below the auction house and felt helpless. He also heard the reminder from Mrs. Ya and kept this favor in his heart.

Through Mrs. Ya's words, Wang Fu also formally determined that the person in the elegant room deep on the third floor was the real person Liuyun of Shiling County.

But Wang Fu would not give up because of this.

As soon as Madam Ya finished speaking, a bell rang, and Master Liuyun made another bid, and directly increased the price by five thousand low-grade spiritual stones, which also made the price of this low-grade Xuan-level Xiaosi Spiritual Array break through the sixty thousand mark.

The immortal cultivators on the first and second floors laughed out loud when they saw the price, and praised Master Liuyun one after another. Some even took the opportunity to belittle Wang Fu in order to please Master Liuyun.

"As expected of Master Liuyun, he raised the price by five thousand low-grade spiritual stones as soon as he opened his mouth."

"You are so heroic, I admire you!"

"Hahaha... Only Master Liuyun can single-handedly surpass other immortal cultivating families. Even the Wu family has to be willing to lose!"

"I just don't know if the senior who just made the bid can still keep up..."

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"Sixty thousand spirit stones, I'm really willing to give them up!" Wang Fu had to sigh, and then with a flick of his finger, a ray of spiritual light disappeared into the light curtain. Along with a bell, the new price also appeared on the window outside the private room.

"Sixty thousand and one hundred low-grade spiritual stones!"

"So brave, so brave!"

"With just one hundred spiritual stones, I really won't be afraid of losing the face of Master Liuyun!"

"Who is this person? Not only does he have unparalleled financial resources, but he also openly provokes Master Liuyun..."

"It can't be the request from Zhenbao Pavilion..."

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As soon as this price came out, the immortal cultivators immediately went crazy. They all accused Wang Fu intentionally or unintentionally. Some even suspected that this was the entrustment invited by Zhenbao Pavilion to raise the price of the Xiaosi Spiritual Array.

Mrs. Ya simply rolled her eyes at this.

However, Mrs. Ya was a little helpless at this moment, but she had fulfilled her obligations. Even if the steward of Zhenbao Pavilion blamed her later, she would still have an excuse.

"This is the first time for sixty thousand and one hundred low-grade spiritual stones. Is there any senior expert who can increase the price?"

"Sixty thousand and one hundred low-grade spiritual stones for the second time..."

"Sixty thousand and one hundred low-grade spiritual stones...the third time!"

"make a deal!"

"Congratulations to the distinguished guest on the third floor for receiving this set of Xuan-level low-grade Xiaosi Spirit Array equipment!"

As a burst of colorful and brilliant auras erupted from the surroundings of the auction platform, this set of Xuan-level low-grade formations finally fell into the king's armrest.

The bidding continued, and Manager Gan once again personally delivered the bids to Wang Fu's private room, along with the jumpsuit that had returned.

Seeing Wang Fu again, Manager Gan had a wry smile on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, you really surprised me."

"You want to say that I'm reckless, right?" Wang Fu sat on the comfortable animal skin chair and looked at the fair-faced Guanshi Gan with a smile.

"Ahem, I don't dare!" Manager Gan coughed twice, but did not deny it.

"Okay, you don't have to worry about me. Let's complete the handover first." Wang Fu looked at the formation disk in Steward Gan's hand and the formation flags suspended at the four corners of the formation disk, and squinted his eyes.

"That's what fellow Taoist said."

After hearing this, Manager Gan sighed, and immediately handed the Little Four Spiritual Array in his hand to Wang Fu, and said:

"Fellow Taoist, please confirm the bidding items first."

Wang Fu used his spiritual consciousness to explore the array plate and the formation flag inside and out, but found nothing unusual. He nodded with satisfaction, and then solemnly cast a spell to isolate his spiritual consciousness, and then fetched The talisman, which has the effect of isolating spiritual consciousness, formed several layers of light shields around him and Gan Guanshi that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye after being activated.

Then he slowly opened his palm, and a green elixir and a purple elixir emerged, slowly floating in the palm, exuding a unique spiritual light.

It is Wind Zhicao and Thunder Stripe Flower.

Counting the two high-grade spiritual stones that have not yet been consumed, the total number of spiritual stones on Wang Fu's body is only close to 40,000. Adding in the purple smoke pill furnace given to Chang Shan, the total number of spiritual stones is far from 60,000.

When we first plundered all the spiritual stones and valuable treasures in the Dong family's treasury, there were nearly 40,000 low-grade spiritual stones. After decades of consumption, as well as the devouring of two spiritual beasts and Xiaoding, we have already lost all of them. Not much left.

Fortunately, Fenglei Ruins and his party plundered many storage bags and filled the vacancies for spiritual stones.

Coupled with the decades of being trapped, Wang Fu collected many elixirs, so his financial resources reached an unprecedented level.

"Guanshi Gan, can you recognize these two elixirs?"

Manager Gan was confused about Wang Fu's actions and even a little wary. However, when he saw the two elixirs, one green and one purple, in Wang Fu's palm, his eyes widened and he exclaimed:

"Feng, Fengzhicao!"

"Thunder Pattern Flower..."

"You, you, you...fellow Taoist, you..."

Steward Gan couldn't help but take two steps back and looked at Wang Fu with a shocked face, as if it was the first time he met this person. However, seeing the calm and calm look on Wang Fu's face, Steward Gan came back to his senses. Her fair face was slightly red and she cupped her hands:

"My fellow Taoist is seeing a joke, I've lost my composure."

"It doesn't matter, Guanshi Gan, let's estimate the price of Wang's two elixirs and see how much we can get." Wang Fu said calmly.

"I'm sorry for my poor eyesight, but these two elixirs are of extraordinary value. I don't dare to estimate them at will. I wonder if my friend can allow me to take these two elixirs away so that I, the senior of Zhenbao Pavilion, can take care of them?" Manager Gan looked at him with some anxiety. Wang Fu.

"Okay." Wang Fu nodded. He was not worried about the Zhenbao Pavilion being stolen, not to mention that he had already obtained the Little Four Spiritual Formation. Even if it was stolen, he would not lose anything, but would make a lot of money.

Immediately, he handed the two Fengzhicao and Thunderweed flowers, which were each a thousand years old, to Manager Gan.

Then he thought about it, took out another storage bag and threw it over, and said:

"In addition, let's estimate the price of the items in this storage bag."

The storage bags were filled with items from many storage bags that Wang Fu had obtained from murderers and corpses. Wang Fu had no use for many of the items, so he took this opportunity to get rid of them all.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist. I'll make a decision to go and come back soon."

Manager Gan carefully wrapped the elixir with spiritual power and put it into a special jade box to prevent the medicine from leaking. He said goodbye, pinched the storage bag thrown by Wang Fu, and hurriedly left the private room.

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After Manager Gan left the auction venue and returned to the second floor of Zhenbao Pavilion, he looked left and right and finally caught a Foundation-Building monk who was drinking tea. He immediately threw the storage bag over with joy and said loudly:

"Lao Li, help me estimate the price of this storage bag!"

After that, regardless of whether the tea-sipping monk wanted it or not, after sorting out his clothes, he took a deep breath and climbed to the third floor of the Treasure Pavilion.

The steward surnamed Li who was tasting tea was not dissatisfied with this unexpected errand. After all, they were both stewards of Zhenbao Pavilion and should help each other. But when he released his consciousness and saw the storage bag filled with various objects, his expression changed drastically.

He immediately roared and cursed:

"Lao Gan, did you steal the nest of which immortal cultivating family?"

"With so many objects, you keep me awake!"