Chapter 358: Furious
Wanren City, Qingfufang.
Ning Daoran looked out from the private room, and what he saw was a huge auction square, surrounded by high-rise buildings. The auction table was right in the middle. The monks who were reluctant to spend money to enter the private room were sitting in the square. There are strong warriors carrying battle axes, as well as old and frail foundation-building ancestors. There are all kinds of characters.
In just one cup of tea, dozens of golden elixir auras had already explored Ning Daoran's elegant room.
But all was in vain. Although the original restrictions of Qingfufang could not stop the exploration of the Golden Core stage, who was Ning Daoran? He had arranged dozens of additional restrictions, and even the consciousness of the Nascent Soul stage might not be able to stop him. can penetrate these restrictions.
In short, today's auction will include the Holy Medicine of Ningying. This holy medicine will definitely attract the attention of countless golden elixir overhauls. It is even possible that all the golden elixir overhauls in Yunzhou who are in need of Ningying will come.
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Not long after, a slim female cultivator in a plain skirt walked onto the auction stage and began to preside over today's auction. Although she was only a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, she seemed to be used to such large scenes. She held a loudspeaker in her hand. The jade talisman introduces the details of various treasures to the auction participants one by one, as well as their value and so on.
At the beginning, only some top-quality magic weapons, spiritual weapons and other treasures were auctioned.
When everyone's patience was about to be worn out, the female cultivator smiled and took out a few second-level top-grade spiritual weapons that were slightly attractive, followed by some foundation-building pills, neon flowers, and dust-falling grass. kind of treasure.
When the elixir-forming holy elixir appeared, the group of late-stage foundation-building monks in the square had their eyes blazing, and their faces turned red. They felt that they only had this chance in this life.
After fierce competition, the foundation-building pills, pill-forming elixirs, etc. were all claimed one by one.
After that, the young female cultivator took out a jade pestle from her storage bag, and suddenly a wisp of magic weapon aura swept across the audience. It was a third-level low-grade magic weapon called the Vajra Subduing Demonic Pestle, with a starting price of 20,000 spiritual stones!
As soon as this item came out, the entire auction square began to boil.
"Zhao Yuanlong is so courageous that he actually put up all the sacred objects such as magic weapons for auction, but the final transaction price is probably beyond our reach."
"What my fellow Taoist said makes sense. It is said that this Vajra and Demonic Pestle was once the natal magic weapon of a Buddhist cultivator. Unfortunately, it was later harmed by others. In the end, this treasure fell into the hands of a group of casual cultivators."
"This treasure is not the finale. The background of Qingfufang is so terrifying..."
While everyone was talking, there were already people making "silent" bids. The female nun on the stage just kept quoting new prices with a smile, but she never mentioned which room or which number of guests were bidding.
Ning Daoran laughed secretly in his heart. This can be regarded as trying his best to protect the rights and interests of consumers, right?
As for the Vajra Subduing Demonic Pestle, a mere third-order low-grade magic weapon, he didn't like it at all. In his place, the third-order high-grade magic weapon was about to be out of use, let alone a third-order low-grade magic weapon like the Vajra Subduing Demonic Pestle.
In the end, the Vajra Subduing Demonic Pestle was sold for a sky-high price of 110,000, but it is unknown which golden elixir overhaul bought it.
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"Everyone."
The female nun on the auction stage stepped out with her slender snow legs and said: "The next thing is the finale of our auction."
As she spoke, she patted the storage bag, and suddenly a Ganoderma lucidum plant with a golden flame aura and as big as a cattail fan appeared in her hand, and the rich medicinal fragrance instantly spread throughout the auction square.
"Red Yangzhi, it really is Red Yangzhi!"
"Oh my God, that's the legendary Holy Medicine for Infant Condensation..."
"If my ancestor could have had such a red Yangzhi plant back then, he might not have died in the war, and he would have been among the Nascent Souls..."
"What a shame, I'm only in the middle stage of foundation building, Chiyang Zhi is useless to me..."
As soon as Chiyangzhi came out, the whole square was boiling.
Ning Daoran frowned. He could feel the aura of the golden elixir in each private room swaying violently. After everyone confirmed that it was indeed the Holy Medicine of Ningying, everyone was extremely excited!
"Everyone."
The graceful female cultivator smiled and said: "Red Yangzhi, one of the three holy medicines for condensing infants. It is said that even if you can't get the Infant Condensation Pill, just taking Chiyangzhi can increase the chance of successful condensation by half a percent! This holy medicine is A senior Nascent Soul consigns it to our workshop, and the starting price is 50,000 spirit stones. If you are interested, just enter the number of spirit stones in the jade talisman."
Immediately, the light of the jade talisman in her hand jumped, and she said with a smile: "A distinguished customer has already sold 60,000 spiritual stones! Oh no, the price has been covered, and now a distinguished customer has sold 70,000 spiritual stones!"
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For a moment, everyone present gasped. Does the increase of ten thousand to ten thousand need to be so crazy? Are these late-stage Jindan great monks really so full of spiritual stones?
Not in a hurry to take action, Ning Daoran took a look first.
Soon after, the price reached a full 210,000 spirit stones, which had exceeded Ning Daoran's previous price estimate.
He frowned, picked up the jade talisman, and entered the number of two hundred and twenty thousand spiritual stones.
"Oh?"
The fair female cultivator smiled and said: "A distinguished customer has already raised the price to 220,000 spirit stones. Is there any higher bid?"
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Suddenly, the sound of breaking teacups was heard in a private room on the second floor to the southwest of the auction house.
A female cultivator in the late Jindan period wearing a red dress stood up and slapped the table. Her plain face was full of anger: "Who is so bold and wants to compete with us for this Chiyangzhi plant?"< br>
"Miss, there is no need to be so angry."
Next to him, an old man in a gray robe at the late stage of the Golden Core squinted his eyes and said, "Maybe this person is just bluffing. I have brought a total of 300,000 spirit stones this time, so I don't believe that this person can really do it." You can afford more than this number of spiritual stones.”
On the side, there was another old woman who was leaning on crutches and exuding the aura of late-stage Jindan and sneered: "If we can really afford this amount, I'm afraid it won't be the Jindan monks but the Nascent Soul monks who will take action."
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"I hope so."
The female cultivator in the red dress picked up the jade talisman and entered the number of 230,000 spiritual stones. But not long after, the female cultivator in the distance once again said the number 240,000.
"He's still increasing the price?"
The female cultivator in the red dress had cold eyes. This time she entered the sky-high price of 280,000 yuan and sneered: "I don't believe it. Can he follow me this time?"
The old man and the old woman nodded together: "What the eldest lady said is absolutely..."
However, not long after, the female nun announced again: "A distinguished customer has raised the price to 310,000, is there any higher price?"
"Huh?"
In the private room, the female cultivator in red skirt took a few steps back, holding on to the window sill with one hand, her face extremely pale: "Can't you get a red Yangzhi tree for three hundred thousand? In this case... I am going to Ning Ying this time. Things..."
"I made a miscalculation."
The old woman holding a cane frowned and said: "If I had known that someone would pay such a sky-high price for this Chiyang Zhi, I should have brought an extra hundred thousand spiritual stones with me when I left the valley."
"Huh, this matter won't end here!"
The old man in the late stage of Jindan frowned and moved his lips slightly, as if he was saying something to the outside world. Soon after, his eyes turned fierce and said: "Miss, we will leave the city immediately. No matter who buys Chiyangzhi, unless he He is the ancestor of Nascent Soul, otherwise he would never have left Wanren City alive!”
"Okay!"
In an instant, three figures left Wanren City.
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Inside Qingfufang.
A steward handed over the storage bag containing Chiyang Zhi, and Ning Daoran took out 3,100 pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones, counted the money and goods on the spot, and left through the secret passage.
But when he left Qingfufang, Ning Daoran felt a chill on his back. He seemed to be being targeted. The sense of crisis he had honed over many years as a casual cultivator had never gone wrong, and it would definitely not happen this time either. Something went wrong.
“Shua~~~”
The moment it turned into a ray of light and flew out of the south wall of Wanren City, Ning Daoran clearly felt a divine consciousness locking on him. This divine consciousness came from the southern forest.
"Who, fellow Taoist, dare not show his true face to others?" He couldn't help but sneered.
"Tsk, tsk, Taoist friend is really good at it."
In the forest, three figures appeared. They were the two old men and the young man in Na Yajian. They were all in the late stage of Jindan cultivation. Especially the old man, whose aura was extremely strong, and his cultivation level was probably almost the same as that of Nandou Zhenren.
"Fellow Taoist."
The old man narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Leave Chiyangzhi, fellow Taoist, you can go on your own, we will never be Taoist friends. There is no need to throw away a mere mid-stage Golden Core of yours for someone else's Chiyangzhi." life.”
"Humph..."
Ning Daoran smiled, it was such a straightforward dialogue. The last time he heard such words, he was still in the Qi refining period.
"Do you think you can fight your way out, fellow Taoist?"
The crutch in the old woman's hand glowed with the brilliance of wood-attribute magic. Suddenly, countless vines continued to extend underground, turning everything within a few miles into a cage in the blink of an eye.
The corner of her mouth raised slightly and she said: "We already know the ins and outs of Taoist Taoist Huanglu. Do you think you can take Chi Yangzhi away alive?"
"Hmph, you two protectors, why are you talking nonsense with this guy?"
The female cultivator in red dress had cold eyes: "Even if this person hands over Chiyangzhi today, he will only die!"
"Ugly people talk a lot of bullshit."
Ning Daoran said lightly.
"What did you say?!"
The female cultivator in the red dress was furious and immediately took action. From where her red sleeves were raised, two magic weapon-level red silks came overwhelmingly.
The two old golden elixirs also took action almost at the same time. The old man launched a flying sword, while the old woman wrapped up the artistic conception of thousands of green trees and filled the sky with spiritual pressure. The three of them actually wanted to use the spiritual pressure to directly kill Ning Daoran!
……
Ning Daoran's eyes were cold. He patted the storage bag, and formation flags and formation disks flew out. With a "swish", a white feather flowing sound formation and a water cloud golden bamboo sword formation were arranged around him!
“Buzz~~~”
The tender golden bamboo forest soared up, and each bamboo leaf was covered with profound sword intent. At the same time, Ning Daoran rushed forward with the big green dragon, and the golden sword gleaming around his body.
"Old deer, Xiaobai!"
He had no intention of going to the meeting alone. In the Lingpu cave, Dabenlu and Xiaobai took to the air. At the same time, Ning Daoran patted his storage bag, and a majestic figure appeared. He was wearing armor and holding a bloody spear. It was the three Top-grade puppet!
"Not good!"
The old man's eyes were cold: "This person has too much background!"
(End of chapter)