Chapter 69 Wanbao Pavilion Auction

"Double cultivation?" Ye Ling was slightly startled. He could even feel the heartbeat of the shy Song Qiong behind him.

"What I pursue is the avenue of immortality. The world of immortality is cruel, and people who cultivate Taoism have different lifespans; having one more Taoist companion means more fetters and restraints, which is not in line with Ye's unruly nature! Yes! Taoism is also harmful and useless. Although you are my 'maid', let's discuss this matter later."

Ye Ling said coldly. He is now just a minor cultivator in the late stage of Qi training. His lifespan is limited, and he is deeply aware of the cruelty of the world of cultivating immortals. Everyone below the high level is an ant! Now is not the time to be greedy for the mortal world, when the flowers are in front of the moon and the children are in love, we must not be satisfied with the status quo. Only by concentrating on cultivation and improving our own strength as much as possible can we survive better!

Song Qiong was slightly disappointed, but her admiration for her master continued unabated. At least the master had extraordinary determination and was not a lustful person who only coveted beauty.

Song Qiong smiled apologetically, regained some reserve, and said seriously: "Master, when we ride the fire eagle and fly to Fengqiao Town, it will probably be the day of the watch. I know there is someone in Fengqiao Town. The Wanbao Pavilion in the West City is a very lively place! Every time night falls, many monks will go there to participate in the auction, buying and selling all kinds of top-notch magic weapons and robes of unknown origin, which are not visible to the light during the day. mystery."

"Oh? Is it the Wanbao Pavilion under the Golden Pavilion Immortal Sect? I rarely go there on weekdays. It turns out there is an auction at night. Very good, let's go to the Wanbao Pavilion!"

Ye Ling passed by it more than once and knew that Wanbao Pavilion was the largest weapon refining chamber in Maple Bridge Town. After hearing what Song Qiong said, he really wanted to see the Wanbao Pavilion auction.

The two rode the fire eagle around the northern foot of Yuncang Mountain, then flew southeast for more than two hundred miles, and finally arrived outside Xiguan, Fengqiao Town.

Ye Ling listened to Song Qiong's suggestion, changed into a blue shirt, and put on a forbidden hat to block the penetration of spiritual consciousness; Song Qiong used a special gauze to 'cover' his face.

After the two people changed their appearance, they mysteriously walked into the west gate of Fengqiao Town and came to the gate building at the west end of Fangshi West Street. They wrote three gilt characters, Wanbao Pavilion.

The main door of Wanbao Pavilion has long been closed, leaving only the corner door for monks to enter and exit.

There is a waiter in the middle stage of Qi training standing at the door. No matter how high the cultivation level of the monk is, he will be charged the entrance fee for participating in the auction.

Song Qiong skillfully touched out twenty spiritual stones and handed them to the waiter at the door. The waiter nodded expressionlessly, and Ye Ling and Song Qiong were able to enter the building.

Ye Ling secretly lamented that the price of ten spirit stones per person to enter the building was enough to keep the outer disciples in the early stage of Qi training from the door. It seems that the price of the treasures at the Wanbao Tower auction will not be too high. Low.

After walking through the dark and spacious main hall, Ye Ling and Song Qiong arrived at the backyard of Wanbao Tower. They saw that the place was bustling with people, which was completely different from the deserted outside! Hundreds of monks gathered together, shouting out prices, and it was very lively.

Ye Ling and Song Qiong were both disguised so that no one could recognize their identities. To make things easier, the two quietly sat down in a remote corner of the backyard.

At the same time, Ye Ling also saw that among the hundreds of monks, the vast majority were in the middle and late stages of Qi training. It seems that the monks in the early stage of Qi training had no money to come, and the strong men in the foundation building stage were unable to buy high-level treasures at the auction, so this situation resulted.

Ye Ling even found a few familiar faces, all of whom were elite disciples of the Yaogu Sect. They often went to the Ice Cave to practice on weekdays, and Ye Ling recognized them. There are also many monks, like Ye Ling and Song Qiong, who hide the jade plaques of the sect around their waists and have also changed their appearance, not wanting to be recognized by other monks.

At this time, on the high platform in the backyard, the steward of Wanbao Pavilion was praising a piece of second-level top-quality blue frost stone. He said it was rare in the sky and unparalleled in the earth. It was definitely the best material for refining weapons. It attracted everyone in the backyard who was in the middle of Qi training. The monks all looked at him sideways.

Finally, the manager of Wanbao Pavilion said with a smile: "Second-grade top quality blue frost stone, starting price is three hundred spirit stones!"

"I'll pay three hundred and twenty!"

"Three hundred and fifty dollars!"

"Four hundred spirit stones! I am a weapon-refining disciple of the Nansheng Sect. I would also like to ask fellow Taoists to give me the Blue Frost Stone."

"No! So what about the Southern Saint Sect? I will pay you 430 spiritual stones!"

The scene in the backyard of Wanbao Pavilion was extremely heated, and the monks were competing to bid, which was an eye-opener for Ye Ling.

Ye Ling thought to himself: "If it had been a few days ago, I would have wanted this stone. But now that I have entered the late stage of Qi training, the second-level blue frost stone is useless to me!"

Song Qiong was not interested in the second-level treasure either. She looked back at her master with bright eyes and her spiritual consciousness said: "Master, it seems that we are not late and we are still bidding for the second-level treasure. I'm afraid it won't take long. It’s the turn of the third-level treasure.”

Ye Ling nodded and looked at the monks around him with interest while waiting quietly.

The last second-level blue frost stone once soared to six hundred spirit stones, and finally fell into the hands of the Nan Sheng Sect's weapon refining disciples as he wished, which made him feel proud for a while.

The casual cultivator who was bidding with him left the table angrily and strode out of the backyard of Wanbao Pavilion.

Song Qiong smiled slightly and sent a message to Ye Ling's spiritual consciousness: "Master, have you seen this? This Nansheng Sect disciple has offended someone. Once he leaves the Wanbao Pavilion, he will definitely be watched! Unless he returns to the sect from the teleportation array in the city, otherwise Once you step out into the wild, you will definitely be assassinated.”

Ye Ling suddenly realized why Song Qiong wanted him to change his clothes. It turned out that the water of the night market was deep and risky!

After half an hour, a third-level treasure finally appeared on the platform. Ye Ling was shocked and focused his attention.

"The third-level top-grade Fire Cloud Bow comes with 18 flaming arrows. The starting price is 1,500 spirit stones!"

The manager of Wanbao Pavilion said passionately, holding up the Fire Cloud Bow with a red glow all over it, as if such a top-grade long-range attack weapon does not need too much praise!

Before Ye Ling could speak, the dozen or so cultivators in the late stage of Qi training in front of him were so angry that they offered their prices one after another:

"One thousand six hundred spirit stones!"

"One thousand eight hundred."

"I'll offer one thousand nine hundred!"

"Two thousand!"

"Haha! This young master offers two thousand five hundred spirit stones! Who else do you have?"

A cultivator in the ninth level of Qi training, dressed in a green robe, stood up with a big air, looking down on the cultivators with an arrogant look.

The crowd immediately started to whisper:

"It's Han Junhong, the eldest son of the Han family of immortal cultivation!"

"No wonder he's so arrogant! The children of the immortal cultivation family are really extraordinary."

"Ahem, we can't afford to offend him, forget it, let's give it to this eldest son Han."

Just then, in a very inconspicuous corner of the backyard, Ye Ling's cold voice came: "This Fire Cloud Bow is good, I'll offer three thousand spirit stones!"