The Path to Immortality

"Fellow Taoist, this is all a misunderstanding. I have something to say!"

The monk surnamed Liu tried his best to look sincere and begged Fang Ping loudly.

The only thing that responded to him was a wave of flames from the Seven Birds Fire Fan.

Seeing the attacks from outside the phantom formation becoming more and more fierce, the monk named Liu knew that the other party would never let him go, so he couldn't help but cursed, trying to provoke Fang Ping to show up on his own initiative.

"A dying person can only make a few verbal noises."

Fang Ping sneered, unmoved at all, and still maintained the original rhythm.

Although he had the secret technique of Taixu Sword Talisman and the Yin Thunder Bead he bought in Changfengfang City, he did not intend to waste it on a sixth-level qi-training tribulation cultivator.

After all, after Taixu Sword Qi is activated, it will take at least several months to re-establish it.

The robbery cultivator in front of him is not worthy of letting him use this trump card!

With the continuous consumption of the phantom formation and the fierce attacks of the Seven Birds Fire Fan and the Fierce Yang True Fire, even the black-faced Taoist back then could not sustain himself under such consumption.

Not to mention, the monk named Liu in front of him was even weaker.

In less than a moment of burning the incense, the Jie Xiu named Liu could not hold back his anger. He desperately activated his magic weapon and attacked the nearby phantom formation. Trying to give it a try and forcefully break out of the formation.

"Can't you calm down now?"

Fang Ping presided over the formation calmly and allowed the Jie cultivator named Liu to squander his magic power.

The opponent's wave of desperate counterattack was fierce, but its momentum also faded very quickly.

"Almost."

Fang Ping activated his magic power and once again fired the nine-turn golden ring. In conjunction with the True Fire of the Fierce Sun, he killed this desperate robbery cultivator in one fell swoop!

A casual cultivator passing by was attracted by the movement here. Just as he wanted to come over to see the situation, he saw the phantom formation dissipate. Fang Ping, who had killed two tribulation cultivators, walked out of the formation and looked at himself coldly. He was immediately struck by Startled, he quickly turned around and ran away.

Fang Ping ignored the monks who were watching the excitement, picked up the magical artifacts and storage bags dropped by the two robbery cultivators, and checked them.

Compared to the generosity of the black-faced Taoist back then, the net worth of these two robbery cultivators was much inferior.

Except for the monk surnamed Liu who had a mid-grade attack magic weapon, the other magic weapons were all low-grade magic weapons.

Under Fang Ping's fierce attack, both of their protective instruments were damaged to varying degrees, and their value was greatly reduced.

As for the spiritual stones on his body, the total amount is only two to three hundred yuan.

Not to mention some other scattered materials, elixirs, and talismans, few of them are valuable.

Fang Ping was slightly disappointed.

It seems that not all Jie Xiu is that rich.

Fortunately, no matter what, the medium-grade attack weapon that is basically intact is worth five hundred spirit stones.

With this unexpected income, he will be more confident about the Luoyunfang auction in the near future.

After casually destroying the useless debris, Fang Ping recovered the formation flag, then flew into the air and left the place.

………

A few weeks later.

Inside Luoyunfang.

The auction hosted by Duobao Pavilion started publicizing it half a year in advance.

In the past month or two, publicity efforts have been stepped up. Any monk with some strength and connections would receive the news early.

Many monks who came from afar even checked into the inn in Fang City several days in advance.

As a disciple of the Luoyang Sect, Fang Ping was only a short distance away from Luoyunfang, so there was no need to go too far in advance. One hour earlier than scheduled, we arrived in front of Duobao Pavilion.

For this auction, Duobao Pavilion also put in a lot of effort and transferred many experts from branches in other cities and chambers of commerce headquarters.

Just the eight guards guarding the entrance of Duobao Pavilion have reached the tenth level of Qi training.

The two team leaders headed by them have the strength in the foundation building period.

Many casual cultivators who came to join in the fun felt heavy pressure just by the cold glances of the guards, and subconsciously did not dare to move forward.

But Fang Ping was here to participate in the auction, so naturally he didn't care about it, so he separated from the crowd and stepped forward.

In front of him, there were four or five monks lining up.

Although Luoyunfang's reputation has always been good, when going out, stranger monks will still be sufficiently vigilant. The monks who lined up were generally about ten feet apart to minimize the possibility of being tampered with.

Soon, all the monks in the front row entered the pavilion, and it was Fang Ping's turn.

After registering a false identity and paying the entrance fee of ten spirit stones, Fang Ping passed smoothly.

Ten spiritual stones are not much, but they are enough to filter out most of the low-level casual cultivators who do not have a strong desire to buy.

Of course, Duobao Pavilion can also take the opportunity to make a small fortune. The income from ticket sales alone can easily earn at least tens of thousands of spirit stones.

"Please come with me, distinguished guest."

In Duobao Pavilion, maids have already been arranged to greet guests here.

Seeing Fang Ping enter, the maid led the way and took Fang Ping to the underground floor of Duobao Pavilion.

Here, Duobao Pavilion built a luxurious hall that can accommodate up to tens of thousands of monks.

It can be seen that the layout here is also carefully designed.

In the center is a high platform for auctions, surrounded by four temporarily closed passages. If the auction is over and the guests want to leave, or encounter any unexpected accident, they can evacuate through any channel.

Above the hall, fist-sized bright stones hang everywhere. There is no need for torches or candles at all, just relying on the light emitted by these bright stones makes the hall as bright as day.

Surrounding the high platform are rows of seats that are well spaced.

In the most open position in the hall, Duobao Pavilion also set up two rows of private rooms for foundation building and Jindan cultivators.

Fang Ping was just a Qi training cultivator, so naturally he would not receive any special treatment.

He looked around, found a relatively front corner to sit down, and waited patiently.

He arrived only an hour earlier, which was considered to be relatively late.

At this moment, more than half of the seats in the hall had been occupied by cultivators.

Except for a few familiar cultivators who chatted in a low voice, most of the cultivators were like Fang Ping, either closing their eyes to rest, or concentrating on comprehending the skills and Taoism, making the huge auction hall quite quiet.

As time passed, more cultivators entered one after another.

Fang Ping also participated in an auction of this scale for the first time. He divided some of his mind and paid attention to the realm and cultivation of the cultivators in the venue.

At least for now, most of them are cultivators in the middle and late stages of Qi training.

Occasionally, you can also see foundation building cultivators, or elders in the family bring young people in the early stages of Qi training to broaden their horizons.

As for the Jindan cultivator, perhaps the auction level was not high enough, or perhaps he was like a dragon that was elusive and had come but did not intend to show up in public. In any case, Fang Ping did not notice him.

Finally, the time came to noon.

The huge auction hall was already full.

"Dong!"

A cultivator struck a copper bell, which sounded loud and distant.

The auction hall quickly became quiet.

Nearly 10,000 cultivators held their breath and waited for the auction to begin.

Soon, an old man with a late foundation building cultivation base walked out from the backstage and came to the high platform of the auction hall.

He clasped his hands together, bowed to the surroundings, and then used his magic power to spread the sound.