Aiming for the Immortal Path

In sight, a group of monks with lower cultivation levels belonging to the auction house were walking back and forth between the private rooms.

Among them, it was clearly visible that monks were carrying a variety of spiritual teas, spiritual fruits, and even spiritual wines that contained rich spiritual energy and were of good grade and quality. They entered each private room and poured tea and wine for each monk.

As time passed by, most of the private rooms were filled with spiritual tea and spiritual wine in front of the monks.

Only the private room where Su Twelve was, and the two private rooms next door, no one came.

Su Twelve squinted his eyes, showing no concern at all.

Although the boy had reminded him before he left that there would be others serving tea and wine after sitting down, he didn't care about this at all.

Yes or no, it doesn't matter at all.

But he doesn't care, but that doesn't mean others don't care either.

In the room, other monks obviously waited longer.

Especially when I saw children coming in and out of other rooms, I became even more dissatisfied.

"Huh? What's going on? There are people in other private rooms offering spiritual tea and spiritual wine, but why is there no movement at all here?"

"The location here is relatively far away. I'm afraid it's not my turn yet."

"Bullshit, those boys serving tea are starting to leave! I'm afraid it's not that they are deliberately favoring one over the other."

"Just some spiritual tea and spiritual wine, don't worry!"

"Hmph, you guys are rich and powerful, but I don't have the generosity of yours. I didn't pay any less for renting this seat. Serving tea and pouring wine is the usual rule at this auction. No, I have to call the boy to come over and ask for details. "

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At first, there were just some dissatisfied murmurs.

But one voice after another sounded, and within a moment, everyone's dissatisfaction quickly intensified.

At the end of the sentence, one of the monks suddenly raised his hand and activated his true energy to send out a burst of energy. With a loud sound, it hit the wind chime hanging at the door of the room.

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The wind chime swayed, but no sound came out.

However, everyone present had a discerning eye and naturally knew that there was a mysterious force spreading among the magical artifacts, notifying the boy in charge of the auction house.

However, a full stick of incense time passed, and the figures of children shuttled back and forth between the platforms, but no one came.

Looking at the wind chime magic weapon, a monk asked doubtfully, "Huh? No one came? Is it possible that there is something wrong with this magic weapon?"

But as soon as the words came out, they were immediately denied by other monks.

"It shouldn't be. The Duobao Chamber of Commerce has always acted carefully, and there is no reason to make such a mistake. Do you want to urge the power again and try to activate the wind chime magic weapon?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk who was the first to take action used his true energy to activate the wind chime weapon again.

"Buzz..."

The monk was obviously dissatisfied. His true energy was mixed with anger, and his strength doubled, causing the wind chimes to buzz and tremble.

A full quarter of an hour passed, and the anger of nearly half of the monks in the room reached its limit. Even if they wore bamboo hats to isolate their breath, they could not hide the anger in everyone's hearts.

That's when.

Outside the room, a fat and short Nascent Soul Stage female cultivator had just arrived in a hurry.

"Who is it, who keeps pushing the wind chime instrument, can it make people calm down for a while?"

The female cultivator's cultivation level is neither low nor high. She has a straight face and looks unhappy.

The moment he entered the door, before everyone in the room could say anything, they started yelling at him harshly.

Such a performance made all the monks in the room exchange glances and look at each other in confusion.

For a while, I was a little confused as to who the participant was.

Join the auction, who is the boy who serves everyone.

In the corner of the room, Su Twelve, who originally didn't care about anything, couldn't help but glance sideways at the person coming.

'Um? This female cultivator... although she is wearing the clothes of an auction house boy, her cultivation level is obviously stronger than that of other boys. ’

'The most important thing is that under her clothes, she has a good magic weapon. ’

‘Even ordinary monks from large sects may not have such a net worth. It seems... his identity may not be as simple as just an ordinary boy! ’

Raising his eyebrows, Su Twelve thought secretly.

At this moment, there was already some speculation in my mind.

He couldn't say what was going on in the Holy Land of Cultivation for the time being. But the situation in Baizhangfang City is already understood.

The relationships in Baizhangfang City were complicated and far beyond any force he had ever seen.

In a place like this, it can be said that all kinds of connections are rampant.

With this female cultivator's wealth, she still has such an arrogant and domineering attitude when she appears here.

Except for those who are related to him, he doesn't think about it at all.

It seems that the previous judgment of this auction house is still a bit arbitrary.

Most of the boys and monks here have the best attitude and service. But it is not ruled out that there are some bad guys.

Thoughts were turning darkly, Su Twelve's expression remained calm and indifferent.

He shook his head slightly, and then continued to look outside the room.

For him, instead of wasting time following the female cultivators, it would be better to observe the auction and study the auction formations.

But everyone has different angles and perspectives when looking at problems.

Su Twelve didn't care. The other monks spent a lot of spiritual stones and paid the seat rental fee. Not only did I not receive the service I deserved, but I was also scolded by the other party.

It's getting more and more angry.

"Wait for a while? Little girl, is this... the way your Duobao Chamber of Commerce and Hanhai Auction House treat guests?"

The monk who had previously urged him to shake the wind chimes suddenly became hoarse in voice, and his tone of voice was rather unkind.

"How to treat guests? It seems that I haven't neglected you, right?" The fat female cultivator rolled her eyes and said angrily.

He looked arrogant and showed no fear at all.

"Ho ho... we came to your auction house to participate in the auction, and we have to give out the spiritual stones that we should give out. We are not here to be angry."

"If you can't position yourself correctly, I don't mind helping you personally."

Accompanied by several sneers, the monk's robes fluttered as he spoke, and traces of evil energy emanated.

The evil energy seemed weak, but for a moment, it created an inexplicable pressure, pressing on the obese female cultivator like a huge boulder.

"You...you dare to succeed in this auction?" The obese female Xiu suddenly felt the pressure, and her expression changed slightly.

But his face only became solemn, but there was not much fear.

"So what if you do it? Little girl, I have been to this auction house more than once or twice. I am definitely more familiar with the rules of the auction house than you are."

"No matter what your background is, acting like this is not a good thing for yourself or your auction house."

"With your attitude today, I believe that even if the manager of your auction house comes over, he will never dare to say anything wrong to me."

The monk who spoke continued to make a sad voice.

The tone was tough, but he didn't really take action.

The monks who can come here to participate in the auction, whether they are evil cultivators or righteous monks, are definitely human beings.

Su Twelve could guess that this female cultivator had a complicated background, and others could naturally see through it as well.