An Ordinary Path to Immortality

The female cultivator held the plate and handed the Zhu Yan Dan into Fang Ping's hand. After checking that it was correct, Fang Ping put it away expressionlessly, and then gave the female cultivator fifty middle-grade spiritual stones as a reward, expressing her appreciation for her previous bidding behavior. affim.

The female cultivator was flattered and quickly took the spirit stone and thanked her profusely.

When she came out of the wing again, the corners of the female cultivator's lips were slightly raised. It seemed that this distinguished guest was not only young and rich, but also generous.

The next auction was equally fierce, with good and evil sides fighting for it. Whenever one party bids, the other party will increase the price several times even if they don't like it.

Especially after the emergence of some pills and heavenly materials and treasures that enhance the cultivation strength, both parties will often raise the price to about three times the normal price before stopping.

Sometimes watching them argue with red faces, Fang Ping felt that they actually didn't think they had to take these pills, nor did they have to make it impossible for the other party to take them.

They simply want to deliberately disgust the other party, or let the other party buy it at a higher price. Even if the other party finally stops and they become the taken advantage of, it doesn't matter to them. As long as they can get the elixir, as for the cost, The number of spiritual stones is secondary.

During this period, Fang Ping also took a fancy to several treasures, but in the end, because he was involved in the bidding between both parties, the price was much higher than the normal price, so he had to give up.

In the end, he just bought a pair of soft boots, a medium-grade spiritual weapon with wind attributes, at a price more than twice as high as usual.

He then decided that if there was no other treasure he particularly liked, he would not bid any more.

Firstly, the price is too expensive, and secondly, frequent moves are likely to attract the attention of both parties.

After another high-grade spiritual weapon was auctioned off by a demonic monk at a high price, a waitress placed a long tray in front of the auctioneer.

The old auctioneer looked normal, glanced at the tray, and introduced calmly: "What is being auctioned below is a medium-grade spiritual weapon called the Blood Flag, which was given by a fellow Taoist before the auction.

Before starting the auction, I have an important piece of information to tell you about the blood flag. Although it is a mid-grade spiritual weapon, there is no blood demon in the blood flag, only a sealed remnant soul, so the power of this sword may be It will be greatly reduced..."

Before the auctioneer finished speaking, the door of a side room suddenly opened, revealing a middle-aged demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage who was full of aura and had a cold expression. All the guests could feel the rage on his body without even turning around.

He just stood here without speaking, but everyone knew that his eyes were fixed on the bloody flag.

The guests in the auction venue whispered to each other. They all recognized this person's identity and knew that this person was the famous leader of the Blood Sword Demon Sect and the Nascent Soul monster who had half stepped into the realm of gods.

Among all the Nascent Soul old monsters from the good and evil realms, his cultivation and strength are at the top of the list.

The auctioneer naturally saw the other party's presence, but he just persuaded him softly: "Why is Senior Xuehe so excited?"

"Where did this blood flag come from?" the leader of the Blood Sword Demon Sect asked in a deep voice.

"This... senior has really put this junior in a difficult position. According to the rules of Tianbao Pavilion, our Tianbao Pavilion is only responsible for the sale and purchase of treasures. We never ask about the origin of treasures or the identity of our guests."

"Hmph, how many spiritual stones did you collect for this thing? I'll buy double it."

"Senior is joking. All the treasures in this auction are auctioned normally. The one with the highest price will get it. If senior is interested in this treasure, you can bid for it."

The auctioneer didn't know whether he was truly ignorant or deliberately pretending to be confused. He always had a kind smile on his face, even though Xuehe's current actions were against the rules of the auction.

At this time, an old voice came from another wing: "Old Xuehe, how come you, a late-stage Nascent Soul master, are interested in a mere spiritual weapon? Is there something else famous about this blood flag?"

Then another monk from Zhangzhou Zhengdao agreed: "Really? I think it's just an ordinary blood flag. It doesn't even have a blood demon. It's not worth a few spiritual stones at all. Let's do this. I'll give you three hundred high-grade spiritual stones." How about buying it and giving it to Xuehe?"

"Everyone, please be patient. I have heard news in the past two days. It is said that Mr. Xuehe's unlucky son was killed, and then his soul was backlashed by the blood demon and refined into the blood banner. Do you think this should be done? It will be true."

"Hey, this is serious. My only son was refined into a blood banner and was auctioned off at auction? This is a naked humiliation. If this happened to me, I would definitely not be able to bear it. I would definitely make a big fuss. Auction, get the turtle son back."

"Old ghost Xuehe, although we have been fighting for our whole lives, I support you in this matter today. You must snatch it back. Your own son will be sold in front of others. How can a father endure it?"

"Come on, why are you hesitating? When did the demonic monk become so cowardly?"

"You, Tianbao Pavilion, are so immoral. You see, you have made Old Ghost Xuehe very angry. On behalf of the righteous monks, I strongly condemn your immoral behavior."

"I'm willing to donate a low-grade spiritual stone to help fellow Taoist Blood River buy the blood flag. It's my sincere heart. I hope fellow Taoist Blood River won't refuse."

The Zhangzhou Zhengdao monks kept teasing him, which made Patriarch Xuehe gnash his teeth in anger. Fortunately, he was still rational and knew that Tianbao Pavilion had a powerful deity in charge, and it was not a place where he could make mistakes.

Fang Ping felt a little nervous. Seeing that the Blood River Ancestor seemed to be choosing someone to devour, he couldn't even imagine what would happen to him if the other party knew that this matter was related to him.

"There is indeed a remnant soul in the blood banner, but it has been sealed by someone, so its identity cannot be confirmed at all." The auctioneer seemed to have not heard the words of the righteous monks teasing Xuehe. He briefly introduced it again, then unveiled the red silk on the blood banner and said:

"The blood banner is a medium-grade spiritual weapon. There is no blood demon, but a remnant soul is sealed in it. Its value is inestimable. I hope all Taoists will bid carefully.

The starting price of the blood banner is 100 high-grade spiritual stones, and each bid is not less than 10 high-grade spiritual stones."

After he finished speaking, no one in the field bid for a while.

Seeing this, Xuehe sneered and was very satisfied with this situation. After all, in this case, if he did not have a deep hatred with Xuehe, he would really become a great enemy with Xuehe.

After waiting for a long time without anyone bidding, the auctioneer was about to start the countdown and announce the failure of the auction, when suddenly a female cultivator's voice rang out:

"Hahaha, the devil of the Blood Sword Demon Sect has also come to this day. I want one hundred spirit stones. I will open the seal in front of the old demon Xuehe today and peel off his son's soul bit by bit, making his death more painful."

Fang Ping looked at the other party in surprise, and at the same time, someone recognized this person's identity:

"It is the fairy Shao Yin of the Baihua Valley, a female cultivator sect in Yunzhou. It is said that the demon cultivators raided Yunzhou, and the son of the old demon Xuehe led the strong men of the Blood Sword Demon Sect to kill into the Baihua Valley and abused the female cultivators of Baihua Valley in every way..."

"No wonder she, who is only at the foundation building stage, dared to offend the old demon Xuehe openly. This is an irreconcilable feud."

"How pitiful! The fairies in Baihua Valley usually do not fight with others, but concentrate on cultivation. I didn't expect that they would end up like this."

As the crowd talked, the old ancestor Xuehe also knew the identity of this inconspicuous female foundation cultivator. He was about to speak when suddenly an old woman's voice came from a wing room:

"Junior nephew Shaoyin, I didn't expect you to escape from the devil's hands. Don't worry and shoot boldly. With me here, no one dares to bully you."

Fang Ping smiled slightly, and the show began.

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