The ancestor who survived the tribulation was reborn and went to college

"It's still too expensive. I can only offer one hundred and thirty spiritual stones." Zhang Fan deliberately insisted.

The stall owner hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and said, "Okay, one hundred and thirty spiritual stones, this is the lowest price."

Zhang Fan was overjoyed, knowing that he had succeeded. He handed one hundred and thirty spirit stones to the stall owner, and then put the jade pendant and other items into the storage ring.

He deliberately looked satisfied and said goodbye to the stall owner.

After leaving the stall, Zhang Fan was filled with joy. This is the third jade page Zhang Fan has encountered. It must have its role in making the Qiankun Cauldron react.

Next, Zhang Fan walked around again, but found nothing that made him excited.

He came to a corner. In order to pretend to be more real, Zhang Fan not only watched the exchange and transaction of Tiancai Dibao, but also actively participated in it.

He placed the elixirs, magic weapons and armors that he had refined under his foundation building stage on the stall, attracting the attention of many practitioners.

Next to the trading desk, there is also an area dedicated to sharing experiences.

There are several long tables here, filled with various books and inscriptions on cultivation experience.

Immortal cultivators can exchange their cultivation experiences here, learn from each other, and improve their cultivation.

Zhang Fan scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and found that they were all introductory books, and those who were communicating and discussing were all low-level immortal cultivators. Zhang Fan lost interest and did not communicate.

After the trading exchange meeting, the immortal cultivators left one after another and returned home with a full load.

They continue to embark on the path of cultivation with the treasures and experiences they have gained.

The immortal cultivators with some status stayed behind and prepared to participate in the auction in the evening.

The Immortal Cultivator Auction was the climax of the first day of the Immortal Cultivator Conference, attracting the attention of many high-level Immortal Cultivators and families.

This auction was held in a huge palace. The space in the palace was divided into different areas, and each area contained various precious magic weapons and elixirs for cultivating immortals.

Zhang Fan got an admission ticket for the auction from the northern forces, and led by the service staff to the auction venue.

The auction site is divided into two floors. The upper floor is the VIP area. Only high-ranking figures in the world of immortality can enter.

The lower level is the area for ordinary monks, and the crowd is bustling and lively.

The entire auction site was shrouded in a faint spiritual mist, making the entire scene appear mysterious and solemn.

In the center of the auction, there was a huge auction table filled with all kinds of precious immortal treasures.

Some of these treasures are rare spiritual herbs, some are magic weapons handed down from ancient times, and some are special spiritual stones that cultivators dream of.

Every treasure exudes powerful aura, which makes people fascinated.

The walls of the auction site are covered with portraits of various immortal cultivators. These portraits represent the top experts in the world of immortal cultivators.

Each portrait is drawn by the immortal cultivators themselves. The figures in the pictures have different expressions, some are majestic, and some are unparalleled in elegance, all showing the extraordinary style of the immortal cultivators.

Before the auction started, people had begun to enter the palace one after another, and various immortal cultivators gathered inside.

They were dressed in gorgeous robes and gold crowns, and their faces were filled with anticipation.

The cultivators come from different families, sects and forces, and the relationship between them is complicated, but at this auction, they all gather together to find the treasures they need.

In the center of the palace is a huge auction stage, with precious magic weapons and elixirs placed on the stage.

The auction site was crowded. The monks were wearing all kinds of gorgeous robes with expectant looks on their faces.

Some of them are looking for rare treasures, some are to exchange their cultivation experiences, and some are to find a suitable companion for cultivating immortals.

The person who presided over the auction was a well-known figure in the world of cultivating immortals. He was wearing a white Taoist robe, had a kind face, and looked to be quite old.

He stood on the high platform with a smile and announced in a loud voice: "Fellow monks, welcome to this auction of immortal cultivators! Today we will present you with a series of precious immortal cultivator treasures, hoping to meet the needs of all monks."

As the host finished speaking, the auction officially began.

As soon as she finished speaking, the etiquette lady came to the stage with a tray. There was a wooden box on the tray. People present knew that the first auction item was the elixir. This wooden box was a unified configuration to preserve the medicinal power without losing its power.

The auctioneer slowly opened the wooden box, and a thousand-year-old blood-red ginseng appeared in everyone's sight. Many people at the scene had hot eyes, obviously recognizing this medicinal plant.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was about the same, the auctioneer introduced the precious spiritual grass in detail.

"Dear immortal cultivators, today's first auction item, this thousand-year-old blood ginseng is an extremely rare spiritual grass. It grows in steep mountains and needs to absorb a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth to grow."

"It is said that this blood ginseng has been around for thousands of years, and you can imagine how rich the spiritual energy it contains is. It has extremely high medicinal value and can strengthen the practitioner's body, improve his cultivation, and may even extend his life.

"Now, I will start bidding. I hope you can cherish this opportunity and contribute to your own cultivation path! Without further ado, I will start bidding for this thousand-year-old blood ginseng at five hundred spirit stones."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar from the audience.

The immortal cultivators raised their signs one after another and began to call out prices.

The auctioneer smiled and glanced at the immortal cultivators in the audience, secretly looking forward to the result of this auction.

"Five hundred spiritual stones!" A cultivator shouted loudly.

"Five hundred and fifty spirit stones!" Another cultivator shouted a higher price without showing any signs of weakness.

The bidding was coming one after another, and the immortal cultivators did not hesitate to use all their financial resources in order to obtain this thousand-year-old blood ginseng.

When the auctioneer saw this, he was secretly glad that the effect of this auction exceeded his expectations.

"Six hundred spirit stones!" A voice suddenly sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

Everyone looked towards the direction where the sound came from, and saw a young immortal cultivator in gorgeous clothes standing up.

This young immortal cultivator in gorgeous clothes is tall and has a gloomy face, exuding a strong aura.

His presence made people feel a little depressed, as if the entire auction venue was shrouded in his presence.

"Six Hundred Spiritual Stones, is anyone willing to pay a higher price?" the auctioneer asked, looking across the audience.

The immortal cultivators in the audience were silent. They could all feel the powerful aura emanating from the black-robed immortal cultivators, and they couldn't help but feel a hint of retreat in their hearts.

"Six hundred spirit stones, once..." The auctioneer's voice gradually became deeper.

"Six hundred spiritual stones, twice..."

Just when the auctioneer was about to strike the hammer, a black-robed cultivator suddenly stood up.