Playing the cultivation game in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 65 If pain can be forgotten

Today, except for the two spiritual masters stationed in the clan and the imperial palace, all the remaining top combat forces of the Yun family gathered in their own auction house.

Deep underground in the auction house, many figures gathered together. The old man with white beard and white beard that Ying and Sheng Wei had met before stood guard at the entrance. They saw the black figure coming quickly from a distance and hurried forward to greet him.

"Your Highness, the formation and manpower have been arranged here."

"Trouble Jin is old, where are Xiaoyuan and Xiaoyao? How are they doing?"

Lord Jin shook his head, "The Fourth and Fifth Highnesses were very resistant to our arrangement. They had been clamoring to see you before, so they took the medicine and fell asleep."

"Humph, they have to be willing even if they don't want to." Yun Xiqian's face was expressionless, and her words were equally cold, "It's hard to think about it, how can it become a big deal in the future!"

The fourth highness mentioned by Jin Gongfeng is Yun Xiqian's biological brother, named Yun Xiyuan, and the fifth highness is the daughter of Ling Xiaozi, the younger brother of the current Emperor Yunxiao.

The world generally thinks that the Ronghua Cui family has weak blood, but in fact, the Yun family has not been much better in recent years. The clan members, especially the younger generation of the clan, are always suffering from various accidents.

Died one after another.

Before Yun Xiyuan, Yun Xiqian had two younger sisters, who were hundreds of years older than her.

At that time, she was in the beginning of her Nascent Soul and had taken over a lot of authority from Emperor Yunxiao. It was inevitable that a lot of attention fell on the twins.

When Yun Xiqian realized that there was an inexplicable death cloud hanging over the Yun family in the sky, the two highnesses of the Yun family who were out for training disappeared without any reason.

After finding out the news that the two people had appeared on the edge of the Demon Realm, Ling Xiaozi, as one of the several existing god-transformation cultivators of the Yun Sect, personally went to the Demon Realm to look for his two nieces.

After that, for more than a hundred years, there was no news, and only the clan's soul lamp remained bright.

On the field, the auction has begun.

On the white jade stage in the middle of the hall, there was a graceful female cultivator and a handsome male cultivator explaining the rules of the auction to everyone in the audience and upstairs.

But they were just polite words. In addition, Bai Wei and Yan already knew about the special features of this auction, so neither of them paid much attention to it.

Ignoring the mess beside him, Yan turned his wrist and his eyes flashed slightly.

On the wrist, a small tooth mark was clearly visible, and blood dripped out accompanied by traces of black air.

"There's a problem." The white cat Aruo poked the sleeping girl with his paw.

"It's you who was bitten, which really surprises me."

Not to mention the difference in cultivation level, there is a big difference between the two in terms of physical strength alone. Not to mention that Yan has the bonus of thick earth spiritual veins. Compared with Sheng Xi, whose cultivation level is sealed, the combination should be Sheng

It's only right that his teeth were shattered.

"There is indeed something wrong." Yan put down his hand and said with a bitter smile, "It seems that when I get back, I will have to go to Jiguang Pavilion again."

The existence of the Tianji Spiritual Eye made it impossible for his wounds to heal smoothly after being contaminated with filth.

The way of heaven is fair. If you enjoy the convenience brought by the purest and purest, you will also have to face the troubles caused by the most filthy and turbid.

Yan glanced at Bai Wei, who was in the shadows, but did not mention that the Tianji Spirit Eye could not confirm Sheng Wei's age.

Sheng Fei felt that he had not slept so comfortably for a long time.

In the dream, she was wrapped in warm velvet grass, the breeze blew gently, and the pain on her body disappeared.

The soft voice seemed to have fallen on the clouds, singing softly in her ears.

"Just forget about painful things. It doesn't matter... just forget about it..."

What traces there are, gradually fade away unconsciously.

(End of chapter)