Renegade Immortal

Until the end, Wang Lin did not say the specific reason, but avoided it with words.

The more he was like this, the more suspicious Ouyang Long felt, the more he felt that the ordinary young man in white in front of him was surrounded by mystery.

It’s not easy to force the question, Ouyang Long shook his head with a wry smile, and stopped mentioning the matter, but cupped his fists to remind him: "Fellow Daoist, according to the rules here, it is most taboo to cover up the real face. After finishing speaking, he came to the tunnel At the stone door at the end, I knocked lightly on it a few times.

After a while, the stone gate shook, and ripples appeared on it, as if half melted, gradually blurring. Ouyang Long turned his head and clasped his fists at Wang Lin, turned around and stepped into the ripples before disappearing.

Wang Lin pondered for a while, but did not hide his appearance. Since he dared to come, he was not afraid of causing trouble. He walked into the ripples and disappeared.

There was a blur in front of his eyes, and when Wang Lin was clear, he stared at his eyes and looked around. He was in a room about tens of feet in size. The battle between two fierce beasts on the ten thousand-foot stone platform below.

There are some scattered seats in the room, surrounding a seat directly in front. There were seven monks sitting calmly on the chairs, none of them covered their faces. The moment Wang Lin entered here, their eyes focused.

These people's gazes were like swords, extremely sharp, falling on Wang Lin's body, it was as if they were real, and his skin felt cold. One of them was slightly taken aback when he saw Wang Lin, but he soon returned to normal and smiled.

Especially the person on the seat directly in front of him, this person is an old man with gray hair like silver, wearing a gray robe, his eyes are slightly closed, but there is a flash of light in his eyes and he glances at Wang Lin, his expression is majestic, Because it has reached the middle stage of broken Nirvana. Behind him, Ouyang Long bent down and whispered something in the old man's ear.

Wang Lin looked as usual, walked forward under the gaze of everyone, came to a seat, and sat down calmly, his eyes were open and calm, while he was looking at everyone, he smiled at him before that. The person who signaled slightly clasped his fists.

Wu Qing didn't expect to see Wang Lin again here, and was quite surprised in his heart, but since Wang Lin can enter a private auction of this scale, it makes Wu Qing look up to him even more.

Following Wang Lin's casual gaze, the seven people sitting on the chairs, except for the old man with gray hair who was obviously Uncle Ouyang Long and this Wu Qing, the other five were all at the early stages of Nirvana!

Sitting directly opposite Wang Lin was a young scribe. This person had a fair complexion and waved a feather fan lightly in his hand. His expression did not show any emotion. When Wang Lin looked at him, the scribe smiled slightly, and his eyes showed a trace of emotion when he looked at Wang Lin. The color of interest.

Beside this man sits a young woman,

This young woman was wearing a flower quilt, she was bright and charming, she sat there with a trace of laziness, her eyes flicked across Wang Lin's face, and she stopped paying attention.

Not far away was an old man, his appearance was very strange, his face was full of potholes, at first glance it was very scary, his eyes were even more gloomy, he touched the ring on his right index finger, and kept turning it. In addition to these three people, the other two also looked at Wang Lin calmly.

Not far to his left, sat an old man in a black robe. This old man was skinny, with thin lips. He held two beads the size of a baby's fist in his eagle-claw-like left hand. With the movement of his left hand, These two beads are also circling around each other, sometimes bumping into each other, making a light bang bang.

The last person was an old woman with snow-white hair and wrinkled skin, wearing green clothes, sitting there motionless, but when Wang Lin looked away, the old woman's eyes were like lightning, and she looked at Wang Lin coldly again. Lin glanced.

This is obviously a small party with a very high standard only for monks of Broken Nirvana. Being able to enter here represents the recognition of identity and strength. The number of transactions last time was relatively large, so it may be difficult to enter here.

Even if you come in at this moment, it is only the last place in the eyes of others.

After finishing speaking next to the old man Kuang Cangfa, Ouyang Long straightened up and stood aside respectfully.

The old man coughed dryly, his eyes swept across the monks around him, and his hoarse voice echoed in the room.

"Today is my old man Cang Songzi's private gathering. I also invited some old friends. Of course, there are also two new friends. The f6 old man is polite. I won't say much. According to the old rules, let's make a bet first to make a fortune." The old man After speaking, Ouyang Long immediately stepped forward, took out six jade slips from the storage space, handed them one by one to the six people including Wang Lin, and handed the last one to the old man Kuang Cangfa respectfully.

Holding the jade slip, Wang Lin scanned it with his spiritual sense, and immediately saw clearly the information of hundreds of fierce beasts in the jade slip.

"There is actually a sword lion beast! This old man just crushed this beast!" The old man with a face full of holes laughed, his spiritual consciousness was slightly changed in the jade slip, and the jade slipped away as soon as he threw it away.

Wang Lin calmly swept across the ferocious beasts in the jade slip. He didn't know much about ferocious beasts. Just some records of Gui Yuanzong were not enough. Most of the ferocious beasts in the jade slip were It is Guiyuanzhai who has no records.

When looking at the jade slips, Wang Lin learned a lot about the beasts. Seeing that the rest of the people had already thrown out the jade slips, Wang Lin chose a beast named Chiyun and bet a hundred pieces of immortal jade. , handed the jade slip to Ouyang Long.

The gray-haired old man smiled slightly, and said: "We'll have to see today, whose eyesight I'm waiting for will win. There will be an answer to this matter later. Right now, I have three treasures here. I'd like fellow Taoists to take a look at them. Those who are interested may wish to offer a price." The old man said, and with a wave of his right hand, three crystal lights flew out immediately, floating in the air.

The first of these three items is a flying sword. The whole body of this sword is crystal clear, and the cold air is threatening. There is a streak of blood flowing in it, which makes this flying sword emit an evil spirit out of thin air.

The second item is a piece of remnant armor, which exudes a vicissitudes of life, as if it has endured the eternity of years.

The third item was a elixir. This elixir was pitch black and had no medicinal fragrance. Instead, there was a terrifying fluctuation emanating from its inner core, which caused Wang Lin to linger on it for a while longer.

"The first thing is the blood crystal sword. The old man killed nearly a thousand eighth-rank beasts with this sword, and took all the blood to refine Yucheng. When the sword was completed, he asked Dao Yezi to consecrate it. The power doubled, especially The line of blood within it is even more poisonous, if injured by this sword, not only the body will be damaged, but even the soul will be poisoned and weakened."

"Senior Dao Yezi consecrates?" The beautiful young woman in a flowered coat called with her right hand, and immediately the blood crystal sword flew down her hand. After a few careful glances, the beautiful young woman let go, Feijian returned to midair.

"This second object has a set of supernatural powers recorded on it, but it is relatively broken and cannot be cultivated. It is a pity. As for the third object, it depends on the eyesight of fellow Taoists. If you want to exchange it, you should know the old man's Rules, I only want fairy jade!" After the gray-haired old man finished speaking, he smiled and looked at everyone.

Except for Wang Lin and the wrinkled old woman in Tsing Yi who did not move, the other four people summoned three treasures to take a look one after another. The blood crystal sword was bought by a beautiful young woman. Outsiders don't know about Cangsongzi.

As for the fragment, no one cares about it. Wang Lin's expression was normal, and with a wave of his right hand, the fragment fell into his hand, and his consciousness scattered, but the focus was not on his internal supernatural powers, but on calmly looking at the material of the fragment.

This fragment looks like a bone, but it doesn't look like it when you look closely, so you can't help but ponder.

The middle-aged scribe held a black elixir in his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, showing hesitation, looked at the gray-haired old man, and said:

"Cangsongzi, I will produce five hundred immortal jades from this pill!"

Cang Songzi shook his head and said slowly: "Hundred times!

As soon as the words came out, all the monks around stared at the elixir. These people were all old monsters with broken nirvana, and their emotions and anger were invisible. Although they looked at it, it was difficult for outsiders to see the clues of their expressions .

The middle-aged scribe, Shen Jiu, smiled dumbly. Hearing the price, he was convinced of his guess.

Cang Songzi smiled, his eyes fell on Wang Lin, and he said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, is this thing?"

Wang Lin raised his head, with hesitation on his face, thought for a while, and said: "It's useless to ask for this thing, but I like this kind of rare thing, I'll give you a hundred immortal jade."

Cang Songzi pondered for a while, waved his hand after a while, and said with a smile: "I didn't intend to sell this item at first, but I mainly wanted to see if you could recognize what it was. Since fellow Taoists like it, I will give it to you.

Wang Lin clasped his fists in thanks, and put away the fragments.

"The old man had misread it before. I didn't expect that this pill is really the Hunyuan pill that can threaten the broken Nirvana cultivator. But it's just one pill, and the power is still not enough." The old man holding two round balls in Kuang's hand said slowly. . As he spoke, the old man waved his right hand, and two objects flew out and floated in the air.

A red feather, a bubble the size of a head, inside the bubble is a beast soul, half of this soul is in the shape of a dragon, and half of its body is turned into mist, struggling and roaring in the bubble, trying to rush out.

After taking out these two items, the room suddenly became silent, and all eyes turned. Wang Lin stared at the red feather, but his heart was shocked, but he concealed it very well and did not reveal the slightest bit.

"The first thing is suspected to be the feather of Suzaku back then. Although it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false, the fire on it is rare and strong. Soul. This old man doesn’t have as many rules as cang pine nuts. If you want to exchange, you can do anything, as long as this old man is moved.” After finishing speaking, the old man looked at everyone without saying a word. "It's a pity, it's just a half-misted monster... What a pity!" Wu Qing looked at the monster in the bubble, shaking his head and sighing. "If it's a real foggy monster, how can I sell it." The old man snorted coldly.