The Immortal Spiritual Picture

Gu Changhuan raised his eyebrows when he took the jade slip.

It was not because he knew the little monk on the jade slip, but because the appearance of the man on the jade slip was too outstanding.

He could even be compared with Lan Ling.

Unlike Lan Ling, just looking at this man's face, he felt that this man was very evil and charming, just like the fox spirit described in the novel Liao Zhai in the previous life, who had the ability to capture people's hearts and souls and could easily lure people into hell.

However, Gu Changhuan was a person who had cultivated to the Mahayana realm after all. It was not the first time for him to see such an outstanding face, so he quickly shifted his attention. He carefully recalled the monks of the Wanfo Wuxiang Sect he knew, and shook his head after finding that he did not recognize this face.

"No, did he say anything special at that time?"

Gu Changhuan asked.

Then, Gu Changde told him everything that happened that day.

After listening, Gu Changhuan also came to the same conclusion as them.

"This person may have practiced some secret technique and can see through other people's qualifications at a glance.

But he can't be found anywhere. Maybe he is a disciple secretly cultivated in the Wanfo Wuxiang Sect, or maybe he is the seedling of Mahayana they cultivated."

At this point, Gu Changhuan laughed, as if he thought of something very interesting.

"If this person can advance to Mahayana, then our human race will be even more interesting."

Both the fourth brother and the ninth brother couldn't see through the person's foundation, which means that this person is far beyond the ordinary late-stage fusion cultivators. He should be one of the first batch below Mahayana. Once this kind of person advances to Mahayana, his strength should not be underestimated.

Thinking of this, Gu Changhuan couldn't help but look forward to it.

Gu Changhuan wanted to develop the human race, so he naturally hoped that the human race would have many masters. Even if this person was not from the Gu family or the Donggu Dynasty, as long as he could think about the human race as a whole and didn't do anything to harm his fellows, Gu Changhuan didn't care about his origin.

Maybe in another one or two hundred years, we can hear good news.

After all, Yuan Hong has been in the Mahayana stage for so many years, so he must be anxious to cultivate a new Mahayana cultivator!

While everyone in the Gu family was chatting, the auction had already begun.

After all, it was an auction held by the Wanfo Wuxiang Sect, and the auction started with a hundred opportunities for transformation, which immediately heated up the atmosphere.

Not only that, the lowest spiritual objects that can be obtained in this auction are sixth-level upper-grade spiritual objects, and most of them are in short supply. Every time one is taken out, it attracts everyone to scramble and bid.

But most spiritual objects are not in Gu Changhuan's eyes.

The fun of participating in the auction is not just to buy and bid for spiritual objects, but also to appreciate the quality of spiritual objects.

However, only the Gu family and many other combined cultivators have this in mind. Anyone with a lower cultivation level still dare not relax at this auction. After all, a nap may miss the spiritual objects they need from the treasures that flow like water.

Although the Wanfo Wuxiang Sect is a Buddhist sect, the person who presided over its auction was not a monk. Maybe they themselves felt that it was a bit wrong to let a bald monk preside over an auction. Moreover, there were also female monks with beautiful hair and outstanding looks in the Wanfo Wuxiang Sect or Yi Nian City.

Watching the treasures being auctioned off like flowing water, Gu Changhuan's mind was not on this.

Gu Changhuan was sitting on a chair, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, but in fact, Gu Changhuan was looking inwardly at the Tongxiantu, looking for Shangming's trace.

Shangming, the old guy, seemed to have become a frightened bird since he knew that Gu Ao had fallen. He stayed at his guest house all day and did not come to the auction today.

If he was not afraid that others would notice something strange, he might have wanted to go home.

Thinking of this, Gu Changhuan opened his eyes and looked at Chi Jin not far away from him, and smiled in his heart.

Since they arrived at Yi Nian City, Shang Ming did not even send his subordinates to contact Chi Jin, let alone take action himself. It seems that he still overestimated Shang Ming's courage.

This is a character who can only play tricks behind the scenes, and he is not worthy of being in the elegant hall.

He will not be able to jump around for long.

The finale and the main item of the auction are a congenital spiritual sword, which is extremely sharp and is a weapon that is unique in the world; and a bottle of Taijin spiritual milk. It is said that this spiritual milk has a little effect on the late stage of fusion cultivators to advance to Mahayana, and it is sought after by countless cultivators; and an eighth-level middle-grade warship, which is an extremely practical spiritual object.

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