Immortal Road

The town of Cultivation has been extremely lively these days. The three-day auction has brought people's interest to a climax. Although it is just some ordinary goods, there are many that have been auctioned for high prices.

As the best treasures entered the exhibition area, more monks went crazy about them. Most of the treasures were surrounded on three levels inside and three out. Fortunately, there were seniors in the foundation building stage who were in charge, otherwise everyone would have had to snatch them away.

As for the more exquisite treasures, they are only depicted with a picture. Until the moment of auction, the true form of such treasures cannot be seen at all.

There are even some treasures for which the auction house has not revealed any information at all. However, some gossips were secretly circulating in the market, and there were even rumors that there would be foundation-building pills for sale in this auction, which made the monks even more crazy about it.

Cultivators simply want to live forever. From a close perspective, they want to enter a higher realm and gain a longer life span. The recipe for refining the Foundation Establishment Pill has been lost for a long time, and now the only way to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill is through ancient ruins.

A large number of monks at the tenth level of Qi training stage risked their lives to enter the ancient ruins just to find the precious foundation-building pill.

I have never heard of anyone selling the Foundation Establishment Pill.

If all the spiritual stones in the body could be exchanged for a foundation-building pill, no one would disagree.

In the northeast corner of the bustling cultivation town, there is a very quiet courtyard.

The entrance to this courtyard is not large, but the two stone lions guarding the gate are beautifully carved and have a great style.

Here, it seems to be a very ordinary courtyard.

At noon, a monk wearing a black mask appeared in front of the gate. He took out a piece of paper from his arms, looked at it carefully, and nodded.

With a wave of his hand, the piece of paper escaped into the door and disappeared inside.

Not long after, a middle-aged man at the fifth level of Qi training opened the door, made an invitation gesture, and invited the monk wearing a black mask to come in.

Immediately, the door closed again, and it became deserted again.

The man wearing a black mask is Ishikawa. Ishikawa thought for a while in the inn and felt that the trade fair mentioned by the shopkeeper was not a bad thing.

The person who organized this auction was very visionary. He was targeting people like Ishikawa who could afford a room worth twenty spiritual stones a night.

The financial resources of monks who can attend trade fairs are not that weak.

A monk who can afford to live in such a room will definitely have many treasures in his hands. What's more important is that these people are selling the treasures they have in order to buy their favorite treasures. If you have a good chance, you can also pick up some cheap treasures.

"Fellow Taoist, please come this way." Ishikawa followed the middle-aged man to the backyard.

In the open space in the backyard, more than a dozen monks in the Qi training stage have gathered. The lowest of these people is at the seventh level of the Qi training stage, while the highest ones are monks at the peak of the tenth level of the Qi training stage.

There are not a few people like Ishikawa who are masked, and they should have the idea of ​​not showing off their wealth. However, there were some monks in golden robes who didn't care about this at all. This group of people gathered together and soon started talking freely.

Most of these people are disciples of certain aristocratic families. It is also a good thing to communicate with other families and build some relationships.

People like Ishikawa each found a random place to sit cross-legged and meditate. Not much to say.

Before Ishikawa came, there was no concealment cultivation. Here, the cultivation level on the ninth floor of the Qi training period can only be regarded as average. If he was hiding on the fourth floor of the Qi training period, it would be difficult for Ishikawa to get in.

For two hours, monks kept entering. Soon, the backyard was filled with dozens of monks. Accompanied by the middle-aged man, a young man walked out of the door and said with cupped hands: "Fellow Taoists, I'm Gou Shangguo. The purpose and intention of this trade fair have been very clear, so I won't talk nonsense anymore. Let me talk about the principles of this trade fair. First, everyone must have at least one transaction. , otherwise you will have to pay a service fee of one hundred spiritual stones. Second, you can trade at will at the trade fair, but you cannot deliberately lower or raise the price, otherwise our Gou family will directly drive them out. Third, the Gou family will take several generations. If you are running a pawn business and you are in urgent need of spiritual stones, you can bring your treasures to me to pawn them."

Everyone nodded and said they accepted it. After all, the Gou family had put so much effort into organizing this trade fair. It was not a waste of time and energy. It was understandable to do a little pawn business.

"I'll come first." A monk couldn't wait to run up, took out a dark sword and magic weapon, and said: "This is the Ghost Head Sword that I have refined for seventy-seven forty-nine times. A low-grade magic weapon will break if touched." , even if it is a high-grade magic weapon, I would not dare to touch it head-on."

After saying that, the monk took out a black iron sword and threw it into the air, and slashed hard with the ghost head sword in his hand. The black iron sword immediately broke into two pieces.

"What a knife!" someone cheered.

"The bidding starts at 1,000 pieces of spiritual stone, and the highest bidder will get it." The monk put away the Ghost Head Sword and reported his price.

Ishikawa shook his head with a wry smile. Although this Ghost Sword was a high-grade magic weapon, it was indeed not as good as Ishikawa's Dharma Eye. Both in terms of refining skills and techniques, they are all very unfamiliar. Moreover, there are many magic weapons of this quality on street stalls, and they can be sold for up to five hundred spirit stones.

This ghost head sword is just unique in appearance, and it is a bit expensive to sell for a thousand spiritual stones.

Moreover, the black iron sword just now was damaged long ago, otherwise it would be impossible for the Ghost Head Sword to cut it into two pieces.

"1,200 spiritual stones!" A cultivator beside Ishikawa quoted the price.

Ishikawa took a curious sidelong glance. This cultivator was about the same age as Ishikawa, but his face was full of childishness, which was completely different from Ishikawa's maturity. He looked like a naive person.

Looking at his luxurious clothes, he should be a child of a certain family.

"1,300 spiritual stones." Someone in the crowd shouted.

"1,400 spiritual stones." The brocade-clothed cultivator raised the price without hesitation.

Not long after, under the bidding of several people, it actually reached 1,800 spiritual stones. Among them, the cultivator beside Ishikawa and the cultivators in the crowd shouted the loudest. It seemed that both of them had set their sights on this magic weapon.

"2,000 spiritual stones." The cultivator in the crowd shouted.

The cultivators couldn't help but sigh. Some of these cultivators knew how to refine magic weapons. They had their own judgment on this ghost-head knife that didn't live up to its name, but in this situation, no one would talk about the actual value of the ghost-head knife.

After hearing the offer of 2,000 spiritual stones, the monk in brocade clothes beside Ishikawa hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth, and was about to make an offer, but turned around and asked Ishikawa in a low voice: "My senior brother, is this ghost-head knife worth so many spiritual stones?"

Ishikawa did not expect that he would ask him this question. But since the other party asked, Ishikawa could not pretend to be deaf and dumb, but he did not want to do anything to undermine the other party, so he could only say vaguely: "I don't know much about this ghost-head knife, and my evaluation may be too subjective. Daoist friend, please ask others for advice."

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