Rise of Qinglian

Not long after, they appeared in a three-story golden attic, with the three characters "Xuanguang Tower" written on the shiny golden plaque.

Walking into Xuanguang Tower, an old man in green robes with white beard and hair was sitting behind the counter, dozing off and drowsy. There were several foundation-building monks drinking tea in the store.

Murong Bo walked to the counter, took out a black square token, and placed it on the counter.

The shopkeeper was completely sleepless. He picked up the token and checked it carefully. He said with a smile on his face: "It turns out they are some regular customers talking inside."

He took Murong Bo and six others to the backyard. There was a simple wooden house in the backyard. A tall man in a blue shirt was guarding the door. Judging from his aura, he was clearly an alchemy monk.

The man in green shirt bowed to Murong Bo and the other six, and said, "Junior Lu Xu pays homage to the six seniors. This is a spirit-hiding hat. It can conceal your aura and identity, and avoid the detection of other people's consciousness."

He took out some light cyan bamboo hats. The runes on the surface of the cloaks were flowing erratically. He put the green bamboo hats on his head. A flash of green light flashed out, covering his body.

Wang Changsheng's consciousness swept away, and as soon as his consciousness touched the cyan glow, it was blocked by some mysterious force.

"This is a rule set by the organizer. To ensure safety, I take the first step."

Murong Bo took the bamboo hat, put it on his head, and opened the door.

There is a teleportation array about ten feet in size in the room. Judging from the size of the teleportation array, the teleportation range should not be far.

Murong Bo stood on top of the formation, a silver glow flew up, and Murong Bo disappeared.

Wang Changsheng and the other five people all put on cyan cloaks and teleported away one after another. Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan teleported together.

After their eyes blurred, they suddenly appeared in a stone chamber more than ten feet in size. In the stone chamber was a fat old man in red robe. Judging from the mana fluctuations on his body, he was obviously a Nascent Soul monk.

The stone chamber has five tall stone doors, which are closed tightly.

"Two fellow Taoists can choose a passage at will, both of which lead to the auction venue."

The old man in red robe explained.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan walked to a stone door. The stone door opened, revealing a bluestone passage more than ten feet long. Many figures could be seen walking around.

A dark light flashed between Wang Ruyan's eyebrows, which was the eyes of the black phoenix. Even if Murong Bo led the way, they would not take it lightly.

Wang Changsheng's consciousness was wide open, and he carefully scanned the passage and the figures walking around, but found nothing unusual, so the two of them walked in.

Not long after, they appeared in a spacious and bright hall. In the center of the hall was a circular high platform more than ten feet in size. On the high platform were a cyan jade table and three white jade chairs.

Around the circular high platform are hundreds of blue jade chairs.

There are hundreds of immortal cultivators in the hall. They all wear green bamboo hats, and a green glow covers their bodies. No one can discover the identity of the other. Naturally, they cannot all be Nascent Soul cultivators, but there are so many people participating in this event. At this auction, it seems that there are quite a lot of items on sale.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan found a seat near the front and sat down.

"Hey, husband, this is Fellow Daoist Fang."

Wang Ruyan let out a light sigh and said with some surprise.

Wang Changsheng looked in the direction pointed by Wang Ruyan. Fang Mu was sitting in the corner, a black coffin was placed beside him, his expression was indifferent.

Fang Mu was also in the early stage of Nascent Soul, but he exuded a strong evil aura and looked like he had been killed for a long time.

The underground auction is divided into two parts, namely the auction and the exchange part. No matter which part it is, if the wealth is not revealed, it will be difficult to tell if it is targeted by the monks with malicious intentions.

Fang Mu didn't know whether he was relying on it or doing it on purpose.

"I'm afraid this guy did it on purpose. Anyone who targets him will probably suffer a loss."

Wang Changsheng thought to himself that he had heard from Wang Qingshan that for a corpse, Fang Mu chased and killed a Nascent Soul stage monster, went deep behind enemy lines, was seriously injured, and immediately quit the battle and returned to the Yin Corpse Sect for healing.

"He has raised a lot of refined corpses. It is obvious that killing people to seize treasures will easily lead to siege. If someone kills people to seize treasures, if he kills him again, no one will be able to fault him. If he dares to reveal his true appearance unscrupulously, I am afraid that his hands will There is a refined corpse in the Nascent Soul stage."

Wang Ruyan's tone was serious. They didn't have much contact with Fang Mu, but Fang Mu was famous for his necrophilia. He and Huang Fugui were well-known immortal cultivators in the Eastern Wasteland cultivation world.

There was a commotion behind them. Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan turned around and saw a fair-faced monk and a tall, thin middle-aged man walking in. The monk was wearing a golden cassock and a string of golden beads on each hand. The peaceful, middle-aged man wears a golden python robe, has a majestic face, and looks like he has been in a position of power for a long time.

The golden-robed monk did not have any mana fluctuations, but the golden-robed old man exuded strong mana fluctuations. He was obviously a late-stage Nascent Soul monk.

"It's Master Jingkong and Fellow Daoist Zhou. They are also here to participate in the underground auction. It seems that the size of this underground auction is not small. I hope it is not in vain."

Someone recognized the identities of the golden-robed monk and the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was named Zhou Tongtian, one of the three great monks of the royal family.

Zhou Tongtian and Master Jingkong sat down at the front. Master Jingkong looked towards where Fang Mu was, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, that's good. This fellow Taoist has killed too many sins, so he should kill less." Better."

"Our ways are different and we don't want to work together."

Fang Mu's tone was flat. What he disliked the most was Buddhist cultivators.

Master Jingkong said nothing more and silently turned the beads in his hand.

After a while, accompanied by a loud bell, three rays of light descended from the sky and landed on the circular high platform. They were a gentle middle-aged Confucian scholar, a beady young woman in a red dress, and a paunchy red girl. The young man in red clothes are all alchemy monks, and the young man in red has the lowest cultivation level.

"It's Meng Yang! Why is he here?"

When Wang Changsheng saw the young man in red, surprise flashed in his eyes.

The young man in red is called Wang Meng Yang. He has been working in the Tianfeng Merchant Alliance. Speaking of which, Wang Changsheng has not seen him for decades, and he did not expect that he has already formed an elixir.

"Welcome seniors to participate in this auction. This auction is jointly organized by the Sitong Merchant Alliance, the Bafang Merchant Alliance and the Tianfeng Merchant Alliance. It is not convenient to reveal the source of the goods, but they are all good things. Our three major merchant alliances will The safety of every bidder is guaranteed. The highest bidder wins. You can bid with confidence. After the auction, you can take turns to come forward to display the items for exchange. We will not charge any fees, but we will not be responsible if you make a mistake. .”

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said slowly, and Wang Meng Yang and the young woman in the red skirt sat down.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar turned his hand over, and with a flash of inspiration, a wine jar made of white jade appeared in his hand. The wine jar was sparkling with aura, and it was obviously a magic weapon.

He opened the mud seal, and a refreshing fragrance spread out. Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan smelled a little bit, and they only felt that their bodies were a little warm, and a warmth spread throughout their limbs.

"I wonder if you seniors have ever heard of the Murong family in the South China Sea? The Murong family was once the number one immortal cultivating family in the South China Sea. When it was the most powerful, the Murong family could compete with any of the ten major sects in the South China Sea. The Murong family has a kind of The spiritual wine called Feixian Brewing is said to be helpful in breaking into the divine stage."

"The Murong family has been wiped out for almost ten thousand years, but you can still get the Feixian brew? Even if you do get this spiritual brew, will you put it up for auction?"

Someone questioned.