After the eldest sister was reborn, she practiced both spiritual and martial arts

As time went by, the auction was coming to an end, but the atmosphere became more tense and heated.

Every bid is like a thrilling battle that makes people hold their breath.

At this moment, the female auctioneer was standing on the stage, her voice was excited and excited, as if she was holding the most precious treasure in the world in her hands.

"Fellow monks, what I am going to present to you next is a mysterious animal skin scroll." The gorgeous female auctioneer on the stage paused deliberately at this point, scanning the entire audience and watching everyone's reactions.

The monks sitting under the auction table suddenly became quiet, their eyes fixed on the auctioneer, waiting for her next words.

The monks in the box upstairs were also attracted by the introduction of the female auctioneer and waited for the next words.

"This animal skin scroll was obtained by chance by a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. A high-level formation is set on the scroll. Only a high-level formation master can unlock its secrets."

"Since that Nascent Soul cultivator is not a formation master, he decided to bring it to our auction to share this precious treasure with everyone."

The auctioneer's voice was full of temptation and mystery, making everyone present feel their heartbeats quicken.

They all speculated about the secrets hidden behind the animal skin scroll and whether it was the cave of a predecessor.

"The starting price of this item is one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones, and each bid increase must not be less than one thousand low-grade spirit stones. Okay, start bidding now." The auctioneer said.

"One hundred and one thousand low-grade spirit stones..." The bidding began in the hall on the first floor. Although every time the bidding ended, the good items were bought by the boxes with more spirit stones, they still held out hope of finding a bargain.

Of course, there are also monks who have a lot of spirit stones and like to sit in the hall to participate in the auction.

"One hundred and twenty thousand low-grade spirit stones..."

Since it was the last lot to be auctioned, there were still a lot of people bidding, and it was very crazy.

But there were also some who clearly remembered what the female auctioneer said, that there was a high-level formation set up on the animal skin scroll, and they did not participate in the auction.

Ye Qingqing, who was sitting in a private room on the second floor, also followed the bidding and said, "One hundred and ninety thousand low-grade spirit stones..."

"Hmm! Senior sister, a voice sounded like Senior Brother Xie's voice. It seems that he is also interested in this unknown animal skin scroll." Jiang Wanwan recognized the voice as Xie Mingxuan.

At this time, in another box, Xie Mingxuan was watching the auction scene below.

A Yangyuan Sect disciple beside him whispered, "Xie Senior Brother, I don't think this animal skin scroll is anything special, why are you taking a picture of it?"

Xie Mingxuan smiled slightly, with a sly look in his eyes: "A high-level formation beast skin scroll must be a treasure."

"Five hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones..." Most of the voices came from the private rooms upstairs, and there were only a few cultivators following the auction in the hall.

As the price continued to rise, Ye Qingqing was in the box.

Jiang Wanwan asked curiously, "Senior Sister, what on earth is this animal skin scroll? Why are people bidding so frantically for it?"

Ye Qingqing smiled and explained, "I don't know either, but from what the female auctioneer said, this animal skin scroll should be hiding some secret or precious information."

Jiang Wanwan nodded to show that she understood.

Ye Qingqing looked at the animal skin scroll on the auction table, but she had no interest in it.

Although this thing might hide some secrets or valuable information, she didn't want to get involved in this fierce competition.

After all, such mysterious items often come with huge risks and unknown factors.

She wondered whether she should leave this place early.

After careful consideration, Ye Qingqing decided not to stay any longer and it would be better to leave early.

So, while the other cultivators were still immersed in the excitement of the bidding, she gently pulled Jiang Wanwan's hand, motioning her to leave quietly with her.

The two of them slowly left the box, trying not to attract other people's attention.

Jiang Wanwan didn't ask anything and followed Ye Qingqing obediently. The two walked out one after the other.

Relying on the route she remembered, Ye Qingqing carefully brought Jiang Wanwan to the room of the old man who was inspecting her pills at the auction house.

This was the room of the old man who had received them before.

When the old man saw Ye Qingqing and Jiang Wanwan.

He immediately stood up to greet them, and took out a storage bag from his bosom and handed it to Ye Qingqing, saying, "My two fellow Taoists, these are the spirit stones you got from the auction of the Broken Mirror Pill."

Then, the old man explained in detail: "The pills were auctioned for a total of 2.8 million low-grade spirit stones, but according to the auction house's rules, we need to deduct 10% as a handling fee, so the total amount left is 2.52 million low-grade spirit stones."

Ye Qingqing took the storage bag and checked it carefully. After confirming that it was correct, she put it into her own storage bag.

She understood that this was the rule of the auction house and did not say much.

Afterwards, she took Jiang Wanwan's hand and quickly left the auction house. The two of them walked straight out of Moyu City.

The reason why Ye Qingqing was so anxious to walk out of the city was that the moment she walked out of the box, she keenly felt that there was a spiritual consciousness in the dark staring at them closely.

This feeling of being watched made her alert, and she knew she had to get rid of this potential threat as soon as possible.

So, after leaving the auction house, she kept an eye on the movements around her and remained highly alert at all times.

Sure enough, she soon discovered a clue: there was a monk with higher cultivation than her, who was quietly following the two of them not far away.

"Come out!" Ye Qingqing and Jiang Wanwan walked all the way to the outside of Moyu City, found an open place to stop, turned around, and said to the void behind them.

She turned suddenly and shouted.

"Haha! These two little girls are quite alert!"

An old man in a white robe flashed out from the direction of Moyu City and looked at them with a smile.

However, Ye Qingqing could feel that this old man was very powerful, and his cultivation was at least one level higher than hers. It seemed that a battle was inevitable.

"Girl, I want to buy the black stone you bought at the auction house."

The old man in white looked at Ye Qingqing and said with a faint smile on his face.

But his eyes revealed a sense of oppression, as if he wanted to crush Ye Qingqing and Jiang Wanwan.

Ye Qingqing sneered inwardly, this old guy really knows how to put on airs!

He clearly wanted to steal something, but he pretended to buy it.

But she was not afraid. She held the sword tightly in her hand, ready to attack at any time.

"I bought the black stone with my spirit stones. You can't even think of stealing it from me."

After saying that, Ye Qingqing raised the sword in his hand, ready to fight with the opponent.

Seeing this, Jiang Wanwan immediately took out her Qinghong Sword, stood beside Ye Qingqing, and fought alongside her.

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing this, the old man in white couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh, his laughter full of sarcasm.

"How dare you two little brats fight with me? You don't know your own limitations!"

As the old man in white finished speaking, the air around him seemed to freeze and the atmosphere became extremely solemn.

A powerful aura surged out from the old man in white like a tide, carrying endless pressure, sweeping towards Ye Qingqing and Jiang Wanwan.

This momentum is like a mountain, making it hard to breathe.

Faced with such powerful pressure, Ye Qingqing did not retreat at all.

She quickly activated the golden light body protection technique, and a golden light instantly enveloped her and Jiang Wanwan, protecting them tightly.

With the golden light flashing, the pressure was completely blocked and could no longer cause any harm to them.

"Junior sister, protect yourself." Ye Qingqing turned to look at Jiang Wanwan beside her and said softly.

Then, she drew her sword and rushed towards the old man in white without hesitation.

The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, drawing brilliant sword lights in the air, like a meteor across the sky.

Each sword contained endless murderous intent, aiming directly at the vital points of the old man in white.

Ye Qingqing is agile, skilled in swordsmanship, and extremely fierce in her moves.

Her attacks were as intense as a storm, leaving the opponent no chance to breathe.

The old man in white was not in a hurry. He waved his hand lightly in the air and easily resolved Ye Qingqing's attack.

At the same time, he would launch counterattacks from time to time, forcing Ye Qingqing to respond carefully.

For a while, the two sides were engaged in a fierce battle and it was difficult to determine the winner.