The Monk

Chapter 38 Contest to win the elixir

The monk who just took a picture of an advanced pill also wanted to leave, but Duanmu Leng stopped him and said to him: "Fellow Taoist, please wait a moment and go out in an hour." The monk was a little angry and asked: "Why?" Duanmu Leng replied: "This is your first time, fellow Taoist. This is the rule of the auction conference. As long as the price of the item is higher than 500,000 yuan, both parties to the auction can leave early to ensure safety. Within one hour of their exit, any People can’t leave.”

The monk argued: "The advanced elixir I took is worth more than 500,000 yuan, so you can leave." Duanmu Leng said: "You can leave, but you have to wait for a while. I can guarantee that within an hour of your leaving, the tent will be empty." No one will go out." The monk was dissatisfied and still wanted to be stubborn. Duanmu Leng chuckled and said, "If you don't believe what I say and want to force your way in, you can give it a try." Several figures suddenly appeared around the tent. Zhang Aifeng took a quick look and recognized three of them. Fang Chengzi from the Lingshan Sect, the old wizard from the Refining Valley, and Yuan Zhijie from the Wanfa Sect. Judging from the fact that the others had similar cultivation levels to them, they were probably all Member of the three major sect law enforcement halls.

The monk didn't say anything anymore and sat down patiently. Duanmu Leng continued the auction, and the third precious treasure appeared, a fifth-grade monster egg. Monster beasts live longer than humans. Adult monster beasts are difficult to capture, but killing them is easier. Therefore, if the monk wants to sign a heart-to-heart agreement with the monster, unless the monster is confused, it must be cultivated from an early age. If you raise a fifth-grade monster, it will definitely be a good helper. People in the audience started bidding again. Although they failed to get the sky-high price of the longevity fan, they still sold it for a high price of 1.5 million spiritual stones.

From then on, every other hour, a monk who had taken a high-priced item or obtained a large amount of spiritual stones left alone. The auction began to become boring, and no one was interested in staying long. Duanmu Leng scanned the field and said with a smile: "So many fellow Taoists have brought out treasures for everyone to watch. Duanmu Leng can't help but express his feelings. In this way, I will give out three advanced pills, which are for the mid-level to the highest level during the Qi refining period and the high-level to the top. Level, the elixir from the top level of the Qi Refining Stage to the initial level of the Foundation Establishment Stage will be used as a lucky draw. If there are no more Taoist friends to auction items, please stay for a while and watch the excitement. All disciples of the same level who are suitable for taking elixirs, You can go out and compete. As long as you win ten games in a row or no one is willing to compete with you, the advanced elixir will be yours. I wonder if fellow Taoists are interested in watching this excitement?"

Everyone in the audience understood that it was just to delay the monks who had obtained high-level items so that they could leave safely. However, they could not offend the three major sects for nothing, so they had to sit on the spot and watch the competition. Besides, if anyone leaves at this time and clearly tells everyone that I am going to rob, no one can stop me, how stupid a cultivator would be to do such a thing?

First, there was a competition between the mid-level disciples in the Qi refining period. Generally speaking, disciples of this level practiced at home, and few went out to practice, so there were not many disciples competing. The three major sects had selected the best among the disciples of the same level long before the auction and sneaked into the auction house, waiting for this competition to win the advanced elixir.

When low-level disciples compete, and there are masters like Duanmu Leng taking care of them, their lives will naturally not be in danger. In less than an hour, the final winner was decided, and the Lingshan Sect disciple won the advanced elixir for the mid-level and higher-level Qi refining period.

Next came the competition between the high-level disciples in the Qi Refining Stage. The three major sects also sent out three people. This competition was more exciting than the previous one, and there were more people, and they had a great time fighting each other. A young master who was extremely proficient in using spells unexpectedly appeared and easily won ten games in a row, winning the high-level elixir that allowed him to reach the top level.

Finally, there was a competition between the top disciples in the Qi refining stage. Wang Miao and Wang Ying, who Zhang Wen knew, all competed. Originally, a true Daoist could also participate in the competition. Based on his previous advanced cultivation and years of experience in using spells against the enemy, it would be extremely easy to win ten games in a row, but he couldn't lose face. The former thirteen monks of Ziguang Pavilion were definitely famous in the world of immortality in Yue Kingdom, but now they have to compete with a group of Qi Refining Stage disciples for pills? If word gets out, people won't laugh to death? Shinichi would rather not upgrade than lose this person.

Wang Miao was eager for the advanced elixir and jumped onto the round platform early, waiting for his opponent to challenge him. At this time, the auction stand and the display stand in the center disappeared, and Duanmu Leng floated leisurely in the air, acting as a judge. Anyway, you can get the elixir by winning ten games in a row. Playing in the morning will definitely be more advantageous than playing in the evening. The top-level Qi Refining disciples are eager to try.

The disciples of the Weapon Refining Valley jumped to the stage first, cupped their fists and said, "The Weapon Refining Valley is evenly matched." Wang Miao returned the salute: "Wang Miao of Xianyun Valley." After the introduction, both sides took half a step back and offered up their magic weapons. Lian Ping's magic weapon is a big knife, with a black blade without any light. Wang Miao's magic weapon is a blue formation flag. He holds the flag handle in his hand and the flag moves automatically in the absence of wind.

Lian Ping whispered: "You're showing off your embarrassment." He pointed at Wang Miao with his right hand, and the black sword flew into the air. During the flight, it split into three and slashed towards Wang Miao. Wang Miao took his time and waved the blue flag gently, and thick white mist appeared out of thin air in front of him. As the three swords flew down, they cut into the dense white mist. The mist seems to be sticky and cuts continuously. Not only was the sword unable to cut through the white mist, it seemed to be pulled by something. It slowed down and struggled to move forward in the mist. Lian Ping's expression changed, he made a spell with his right hand, and hit one of the knives. Then, the three knives simultaneously became larger and faster.

Wang Miao let go and threw the formation flag. The small flag flipped down, and the white mist rolled with it, as if there was a strong gravity, pulling hard on the giant knife. Seeing that the three swords were useless, Lian Ping recited a mantra and the three swords returned to one, quickly retreated, and got away from the white mist. Naturally, Wang Miao would not let him succeed so easily. He made a move with both hands in the air, flipped the flag again, and a strong gravitational force poured out from Wang Miao, sucking the sword. Wang Miao took the risk and wanted to take away the opponent's magic weapon. Lian Ping was overjoyed when he saw it. If you want a knife, I'll give it to you. Under the stimulation of the magic formula, the sword quickly shot towards Wang Miao again. Just as he was about to be hit, Wang Miao suddenly disappeared out of thin air and appeared next to Lian Ping. A fine iron flying sword in the air was aimed at Lian Ping's head and trembled slightly.

Lian Ping's face turned ashen. He didn't expect Wang Miao to be so fast, nor did he expect that he had a second magical weapon. He was careless and quickly lost. Duanmu Leng announced loudly: "The King of Xianyun Valley wins in seconds, please come to the stage for the next contestant."

Zhang Ping didn't expect Wang Miao to be so powerful, so he was a little surprised. Vacuum said aside: "That's your friend, right? His cloud flag is good. The natural protective barrier of Xianyun Valley, the cloud barrier, is actually refined into the flag. It's really good, but that flying sword is better. The sword comes out without a shadow. , it is as thin as silk, and can be regarded as a good magic weapon. The most powerful thing is that when used properly, the magic weapon and spell usage are both good." Zhenmu said unconvinced: "It's just a Qi Refining disciple. There are hundreds in Ziguang Pavilion. Find one. Isn't it easy to defeat him?" Vacuum smiled and did not refute. Zhang was afraid of hearing his uncle's praise of Feijian. He was a little excited and a little uneasy, so he didn't dare to answer the question casually.

The next person to come on stage was the disciple of Lingshan Sect. He had enough cultivation, but his spell usage was not as good as Wang Miao. He only persisted for a while and then lost. Wang Miao was polite and bowed: "Admit it." The disciple of Lingshan Sect stepped down from the stage in shame.

The third one is more interesting, holding the same sword as Wang Miao. Vacuum looked at it and wondered: "Another one? Can such a good magic weapon be produced at the same time? Are the materials, heat, shape and shape the same?

After seeing the fourth disciple competing in the competition, Vacuum was completely depressed: "Mass production? A magical weapon of this level is actually mass-produced? It must be a master of weapon refining."

Zhang was afraid that the more he watched the competition, the more worried he became. He had made more than thirty fine swords at that time, so he couldn't all use them to compete. Fortunately, no one used the fine sword in the subsequent fights.

Zhang Wen was worried while watching the game. Wang Miao actually survived until the ninth game. After a difficult victory, Wang Hezun quickly pushed Wang Ying to the stage. The brothers and sisters played fake punches, but Wang Ying lost and the third advanced pill was obtained by Wang Miao.

After the competition, there were no more monks to auction items, and the monks with valuable treasures had already left, so the auction ended. Everyone filed out.