Immortal Cultivation

Looking from the VIP room, the auction hall was crowded with monks, some sitting and some standing.

But after all, there were only a few seats, and most of the monks were still standing. The noise in the hall was so loud that it was impossible to hear what the monks below were saying.

Not long after, a middle-aged man came out from behind the auction table. The monks who were still talking stopped talking, and the auction hall instantly became quiet.

The middle-aged man smiled broadly and said, "Welcome to all fellow Taoists to attend the annual auction of Zhenbao Pavilion. I am the host of this auction, and I believe many monks know me."

"But there are still many new Taoist friends. Let me briefly introduce them. My surname is Feng and my given name is Bujue. I hold the post of manager of Zhenbao Pavilion. Fellow Taoists, you can also call me Feng Manager."

Applause broke out in the auction hall.

But just as the applause fell, a voice sounded.

A monk in the audience shouted: "Let Fairy Feng'er take charge."

This cultivator shouted and instantly attracted the attention of all the cultivators.

At this time, several monks also shouted: "We are here to see Fairy Feng'er, please let Fairy Feng'er preside over the auction."

"Yes, otherwise there would be no need to hold this auction."

Feng Bujue stood on the stage. When faced with this kind of situation, he didn't panic. He didn't panic at all. He still had a smile on his face. At first glance, he looked like someone who had experienced various big scenes.

He said: "Feng understands the feelings of fellow Taoists, but Fairy Feng'er does not live in Xingyue City, so Feng can only host it on her behalf. I hope these fellow Taoists can understand."

But the monks below said forcefully: "No, Fairy Feng'er must preside over it, otherwise the auction will not be held."

"Yes, we will never give up until Fairy Feng'er takes charge."

Lin Yi looked at this sudden scene and was a little confused. Didn't he come to the auction to buy treasures? What does this have to do with Fairy Feng'er?

Seeing the constant noise of several monks, Lin Yi was also a little curious about Fairy Feng'er and what made these people so crazy.

Originally, he wanted to call Qing'er outside, but when he thought of what happened just now, Lin Yi put an end to this idea in an instant.

When Feng Bujue saw these monks continuing to make noise, he felt a little determined not to give up.

The smiling face gradually became gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "If these fellow Taoists continue to cause trouble, disrupt the process of the auction meeting, and delay the time of other fellow Taoists, Zhenbao Pavilion will not tolerate it in the future."

He said solemnly: "I hope these fellow Taoists will consider the consequences."

Hearing what Feng Bujue said, a few monks who were still ready to shout sat down with their heads lowered. This was the Treasure Pavilion, and the end would be tragic.

But the monk who shouted at the beginning did not give in at all, and then shouted: "I will never agree to it unless Fairy Feng'er takes charge."

Feng Bujue looked at this cultivator and said: "Today was supposed to be a happy day for Zhenbao Pavilion. As long as it was not too excessive, Zhenbao Pavilion would have settled the matter, but you kept making trouble again and again, so Zhenbao Pavilion had no choice but to take action." "

After speaking, Feng Bujue looked in a certain direction and nodded to a certain location.

A monk flew out from that direction, "disrupting the order of the Treasure Pavilion auction meeting and refusing to listen to repeated persuasion."

"cut!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the flying monk had already reached above the shouting monk and reached out to grab him. The monk wanted to resist, but it had no effect. He was lifted directly up and flew to an exit.

Only then did the monk speak out in horror, "Senior, spare your life! I don't dare to do it anymore."

But there was no response at all, and the voice disappeared in the auction hall.

Feng Bujue returned to his original smile and said, "Fellow Taoists, I'm sorry for wasting everyone's time. Feng will apologize to you all."

After a pause, he said: "I hope no fellow Taoist will disrupt the order of the auction meeting again, otherwise the end will be the same as before."

"Feng doesn't have much to say, the auction will begin now."

"Bring up the first treasure."

When they heard the auction started, the emotions of the whole audience were instantly aroused. They completely forgot about what happened just now, and all eyes were waiting for the appearance of the first treasure.

Lin Yi saw a woman walking to the auction stage with a swaying figure, carrying a jade plate.

The treasure inside the jade plate quilt was covered with black cloth, making it impossible to see what treasure was inside.

Lin Yi felt that there were fluctuations in spiritual consciousness, and they were not all the same. He did not expect that there were also foundation-building monks participating.

These spiritual senses knew without thinking what kind of treasure was in the jade plate, but Feng Bujue on the stage didn't seem to care.

Feng Bujue said, "Fellow Taoists, don't be impatient. This piece of black cloth is not an ordinary thing. It has the effect of blocking spiritual consciousness, so spiritual consciousness cannot see the treasure inside at all."

The monks in the audience were eager to know the answer, "Steward Feng, stop hanging everyone's attention and let everyone open their eyes."

Feng Bujue didn't hesitate, walked directly to the jade plate, held up a corner of the black cloth, and said, "The treasure is..."

All the monks' eyes were focused on the jade plate, and Lin Yi was the same.

Feng Bujue slowly opened the black cloth, but what everyone didn't expect was that it turned out to be a storage bag.

"cut!"

Many monks showed disappointment. They didn't expect that the first treasure was actually a storage bag. Which monk didn't have a storage bag? You can buy it anywhere for a few spiritual stones.

Lin Yi was a little disappointed when he saw it was a storage bag at first. After all, it was a bit inconsistent for such a thing to be put into an auction.

Then I thought, since he knew everything, could it be that the cultivators of the Treasure Pavilion didn't think of it? There must be something special. We will know it patiently.

But some cultivators said: "Manager Feng, let's go up and down a treasure."

Most cultivators agreed.

At this time, a voice came from a VIP room, "Feng Daoyou, the thunder is loud, but the raindrops are small."

Those who can enter the VIP room are either some powerful cultivators or powerful forces. Of course, what they say has some weight.

Feng Bujue was not in a hurry and said: "Dear Daoyou, please listen to me first. The Treasure Pavilion attaches great importance to the auction. Every treasure is carefully selected. How can it be possible to take out an ordinary treasure casually?"

Hearing Feng Bujue's words, many cultivators focused their attention on the jade plate again. Is there any mystery, but they can't see it.

Feng Bujue took the object that looked like a storage bag in the jade plate in his hand.

Said: "This is not a storage bag, but a rare spirit beast bag in the world of cultivation."

As soon as the voice fell, the cultivators in the auction hall stood up and exclaimed.

The VIP room exuded a strong aura, and many cultivators in the auction hall were almost kneeling on the ground under the strong pressure.

"Feng Daoyou, is this really a spirit beast bag?"

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