Fantasy: My Talent Can Add Points

The monk always reminds Zhou Qing of the whirling world.

However, Zhou Qing also felt that it was impossible.

After all, the Buddhism Cultivators in the Whirling Realm are all staying in Liao Kingdom now.

As for the Great Yan Kingdom, although there are not many Buddhist cultivators, and the overall power is not too strong, there are still some.

"2.5 million."

Zhou Qing is bound to take down the meteorite.

"2.6 million."

The Buddhist Cultivator spoke again, showing no sign of giving up.

"3000000."

"3.1 million.

When Zhou Qing reached 3 million, the other party was still raising the price.

Although the price increase is not large, it is only following Zhou Qing's price.

The scene was ebullient, and the bid for half a catty of meteoric iron had already reached three million.

This is far beyond the value of this piece of meteorite itself.

Even the auctioneer was ecstatic, with an excited and impassioned tone: "This master has already bid 3.1 million! Does the fellow daoist want to continue bidding?"

Zhou Qing frowned, and continued to increase the price: 5 million!"

"hiss!"

Zhou Qing bid five million, which made everyone on the scene gasp.

Five million is definitely a 15-day price.

This amount of money is almost a year's income of a Jiupin Sect.

Now it is used to buy half a catty of meteorite iron, which is really shocking.

The monk didn't speak for a while, and just when Zhou Qing thought he could take a picture, the other party's voice sounded again.

"5.01 million, fellow daoist, I am determined to get this piece of meteorite, I hope the fellow daoist will not take away my love."

This sentence was very polite, but Zhou Qing heard some threats in it.

Zhou Qing's face remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "5.02 million."

The scene was extremely quiet, and everyone could smell a hint of danger in the air.

Even the auctioneer became more cautious and immediately bid quickly.

"5.02 million, is there any more bids?"

"5.02 million once!"

"5.02 million twice!"

"5.02 million...Three times! Congratulations to this senior for the deal!"

The auctioneer also felt that the person who could buy meteoric iron at a price of five million must be a strong cultivator of Cultivation Base.

The title was also unknowingly changed from fellow daoist to senior.

As for the monk, he no longer had a voice, and seemed to have completely given up on this auction.

At this point, the auction will officially end.

Zhou Qing paid the money and got the "Void Mahamudra" and half a catty of meteorite.

The moment Zhou Qing touched the "Void Mahamudra", a systematic voice came in his mind as promised.

[Ding! A remnant copy of "Void Mahamudra" was detected, is it fused with the original "Void Mahamudra" that has been cultivated?】

"Fusion!" Zhou Qing said without hesitation.

"Buzz!"

The Jade Slip of "Void Mahamudra" drifted to the center of Zhou Qing's eyebrows, and slowly merged.

[Ding! "Void Mahamudra" has successfully merged, and the Cultivation Technique level has been upgraded to the middle-grade Cultivation Technique. 】

[Current "Void Mahamudra" fusion stage 7/10]

[Current "Void Mahamudra" Cultivation Technique level: Yu-level middle-grade Cultivation Technique. 】

Zhou Qing was slightly surprised that he got a copy of "Void Mahamudra" so easily.

Zhou Qing never thought of this.

This time was also a surprise.

Although it hasn't been displayed yet, Zhou Qing can still feel that its power has more than doubled after reaching the "Void Mahamudra" of the middle grade Cultivation Technique!

Afterwards, tens of thousands of cultivators came out in groups from the auction.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of cultivators poured out of the door, and Zhou was one of them.

At this time, a huge coercion suddenly came towards Zhou Qing.

Then more than 20 cultivators locked Zhou Qing firmly.

The leader is an old man in black, whose Cultivation Base has reached the state of Enlightenment.

Most of the remaining twenty or so cultivators are also in the Cultivation Base, and a small part are also cultivators in the Soul Refining Realm.

This force, in the entire Great Yan Kingdom, can be said to be very powerful.

"Boy, hand over your Spirit Stones and half a catty of Meteorite, and I can spare your life.

The old man in black looked at Zhou Qing with a cold expression.

The surrounding cultivators quickly stepped aside, no longer surprised by this scene.

After every auction, this kind of looting will happen.

Many people looked at Zhou Qing playfully.

Being able to spend five million to buy a piece of meteorite, being rich is one of them.

But the Cultivation Base is also extremely high in comparison.

However, there are more than twenty people on the other side, and more than a dozen of them are masters of the enlightened state.

Therefore, Zhou Qing can be said to be dead!

Zhou Qing didn't show any surprise, this time he decided to come out and participate in the auction in person, in fact, he expected this kind of thing to happen.

Without further ado, Zhou Qing slapped it out with a palm.

The majestic and terrifying palm force carried the momentum of the hurricane, firmly locking the opponent.

This palm was unpretentious, and even Zhou Qing didn't use any supernatural powers at all.

The black-clothed old man and the others were suddenly horrified. This power can only be emitted by experts in the Samsara realm, or even in the infant congealing realm.

"senior listen to our explanation..."

Before they could finish speaking, more than twenty cultivators were crushed to pieces by the air current brought up by Zhou Qing's unpretentious palm!

"hiss!"

Everyone was stunned, this young man is so strong?

Destroy twenty people with one palm! And there are still many cultivators who are enlightened.

This made many people who were eager to move immediately let go of their thoughts that they shouldn't have.

Just kidding, this is obviously a top expert, is life too long?

Just when everyone was amazed and terrified, a fat monk walked over with a smile on his face.

"Benefactor, old monk Wusai, can I part with the meteorite? This piece of meteorite is very important to this old man." Wusai smiled at Zhou Qing, and the fat on his face shuddered.

Zhou Qing remained expressionless: "This meteorite is also very important to me."

"The implication is that the benefactor refused?" Wubei continued to laugh: "The benefactor is obsessed with the world, and everything is outside the body. In this state of mind, the 18th floor of The Underworld, I will give you a ride .

Word 117 hadn't finished yet, the coercion from Wu Bei's body suddenly swept out.

"Holy Tibet!"

Among the crowd, a man in the Samsara realm narrowed his pupils slightly and fled away immediately.

If the Holy Tibetan Realm makes a move, I am afraid that this small Luoyun City will be turned into flying ash in an instant!

"Holy Tibet?"

The crowd immediately exploded!

For many cultivators in Great Yan Kingdom, the Holy Tibet Realm is a legendary fairy.

Immortals do their hands, landslides and ground cracks frequently, and cities are razed to the ground in an instant.

If they continue to stay here, how many lives they have are not enough to die.

"Benefactor, I will send you to Chaorui"

Wusai snorted coldly, but the smile on his face didn't diminish at all, and he slapped out suddenly.

"boom!"

The terrifying violent force, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, slapped Zhou Qing fiercely!

This palm is so powerful that it radiates tens of thousands of miles.

Those cultivator Cultivation Bases that escaped just now are humble, how can they be so fast?

For some cultivators that were relatively close, a palm wind roared past, and the cultivators on the inner circle were shocked to death first.

Zhou Qing's expression remained unchanged. When the opponent's palm print was taken, his eyes were slightly fixed, and he slapped the opponent with the same palm.

The two palm prints collided together!

"Boom!"

When the two palms met, the roar was deafening, and the terrifying waves swept out, killing the cultivators who hadn't escaped yet.

"puff!"

Wu Bei spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Zhou Qing in horror.

"A trace of the power of the King Realm?".