There is an immortal world in me

Chapter 722 Panlong Seal

"Is the master of the noble pavilion there?" Liang Zicheng said with a frown after glancing at the monks in the attic.

At this moment, Liang Zicheng felt a wave of spiritual consciousness sweeping across his body, and then a burst of flames flew down from the sky above the attic.

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman raised her palm, and the flames flew towards her in a flash, and turned into a talisman and landed in her hand.

The middle-aged woman swept the talisman with her spiritual sense, and said with a slight smile: "Senior, please go to the third floor! The owner of this pavilion will personally receive you!".

After Liang Zicheng nodded his head lightly, he walked up the stairs!

When Liang Zicheng walked to the stairs on the second floor, there were also a dozen or so monks in the attic picking out items. When everyone turned their heads and looked at Liang Zicheng, their expressions changed.

Liang Zicheng only glanced at it briefly, then walked towards the third floor without any pause.

As the footsteps of "Deng Deng" sounded, a figure flashed down the stairs on the third floor, and Liang Zicheng walked in.

After Liang Zicheng glanced across the attic, his expression was slightly taken aback.But immediately regained his composure.

The decoration in the attic is very ordinary. There is a square wooden table in the center with a set of tea sets on it. There are two wooden chairs on each side of the wooden table. The young woman's cultivation in the early stage of alchemy is fully revealed.

"Fellow daoist, please sit down! I don't know what you need?" The charming woman said with a coquettish smile after waving one hand.

Liang Zicheng stretched out his hand, and then a token appeared in his hand.

"Yep".The young woman froze when she saw the token in Liang Zicheng's hand.Then he said: "Can you show me the token?"
Liang Zicheng nodded, and then handed the token to her.

After looking at the token, the woman sighed slightly, and said, "Fellow Daoist, if you have anything to say, just tell me."

"I want to participate in the secret auction in three days' time."Liang Zicheng spoke directly.

The young woman looked at the token in her hand, and then said: "Since it was introduced by Senior Brother Wang, I don't need to ask questions about myself."

"Thank you fellow Daoist."Liang Zicheng immediately cupped his fists.

"Fellow Daoist, you are welcome! This is my concubine's token! The location of the auction is..." The woman turned over her palm and took out a palm-sized black token engraved with the words "Tianbao Pavilion", smiling coquettishly. He spoke slowly to Liang Zicheng.Three days later, Liang Zicheng left the inn, and after glancing around, he walked along a street.

A quarter of an hour later, Liang Zicheng paused and stopped in front of a shop-like attic.

What is strange is that there is no sign on this loft, and it doesn't look like a shop at all.

Liang Zicheng didn't pay attention to these, and walked directly into the attic.

This is where the woman said, and the situation has been explained to him clearly.

There is nothing in the attic, it is very empty, but there is a wooden table in the attic, and on one side of the wooden table is a middle-aged man in a brocade robe, sipping tea carefully.

This middle-aged man is obviously a monk in the early stage of alchemy.

When Liang Zicheng entered the attic, the man in the brocade robe had a flash of light in his eyes, put the teacup in his hand on the wooden table, stood up and cupped his fists and said, "What is the purpose of this fellow Taoist coming here? ".

"Fellow Daoist, a certain family is here to participate in the auction!" Liang Zicheng clasped his fists together and took out the token.

After the brocade robed man took the token from Liang Zicheng, he watched it carefully for a while, and then nodded.

"Hehe...Then Daoist follow Li to the cabinet!" The brocade-robed man waved his hand and walked to the depths of the attic.

Liang Zicheng followed immediately.

A moment later, Liang Zicheng followed the brocade robed man to an empty hall, but in the center of the hall was a five-star magic circle several feet in size.

"Fellow daoist just stand on the teleportation array, the teleportation array will be activated automatically and send fellow daoist to the auction!" said the brocade robed man with one hand.

Liang Zicheng was no stranger to the teleportation circle, he nodded slightly and walked into the teleportation circle.

Immediately, the white light of the teleportation circle flashed, and a white mask as tall as a person emerged out of thin air, and then the dazzling light flashed, and Liang Zicheng disappeared into the teleportation circle.

And the light released by the teleportation circle also disappeared in a blink of an eye!
In a cave that was illuminated by white ore as bright as day, there was also a teleportation circle on the ground.

At this time, the white glow of the teleportation circle suddenly flashed, and Liang Zicheng appeared here out of thin air.

After Liang Zicheng shook his slightly dizzy head, his eyes swept across the cave.

The cave was not very big, only about Zhang Xu in size, and there was a straight passage in front of him.

After Liang Zicheng looked around, he walked down the passage.

After only a cup of tea, the chaotic and noisy sounds reached Liang Zicheng's ears, and then he walked out of the passage in a blink of an eye, and a huge space of nearly a hundred feet appeared in front of his eyes.

On one side of the mountain wall is a high platform several feet in size, and on the high platform there is also a teleportation circle, and in front of the circle is a square wooden table covered with red brocade.

On the opposite side of the high platform, there are several layers of space, each layer has dozens of seats, and a famous alchemy monk sits on it.

Liang Zicheng took a short look, and there were nearly a hundred alchemy stage monks sitting on the seat, which made him sigh.

In his own sect, it is impossible to see so many golden core monks at the same time, but at this time, he is with a hundred core formation monks at the same time.

Liang Zicheng looked at it for a while, then chose a relatively remote seat and sat down, waiting for the auction to start.

After half an hour, the teleportation circle on the high platform suddenly burst into light.

Then, the light faded, and a monk appeared.

The monk was an old man in a purple robe with a wrinkled face and white beard and hair.

This old man is obviously a monk in the late stage of alchemy.

"Hehe... Fellow Taoists, you have been waiting for a long time, the old man has passed the salute!" After twisting his beard, the white-bearded old man clasped his fists and smiled at the group of alchemy cultivators present.

The white-bearded old man then clasped his fists and said to the group of alchemy monks: "Most of you fellow daoists are regular visitors to the auction, but there are also some fellow daoists who are here for the first time."

"The old man is the host of the auction. All the auction items are some good treasures. I believe all fellow daoists will be satisfied. If a fellow daoist takes a fancy to something, he can quote the price, but every time The price increase should not be less than 100 yuan for low-level spirit stones."

"The first auction is two bottles of elixir for cultivators in the late stage of alchemy to increase mana, at a low price of two thousand spirit stones!" The white-bearded old man took out two jade bottles and put them on the square table, twisting his beard and saying.

After hearing this, the eyes of all the late-stage alchemists in the seats lit up.

Immediately, a Jindan cultivator said lightly: "Four thousand spirit stones!".

"Hey... 500 yuan of spirit stones!" a thin Jin Danxiu said slowly.

Liang Zicheng just sat there quietly, watching the group of Jindan monks scrambling for it. Now the pills in the later stage of Jindan have no effect on him. The purpose of his coming to this auction house is only for the low-grade magic weapon Panlongxi only.

Soon this bottle of elixir in the late stage of alchemy was bought by a monk at the price of six thousand spirit stones.

"Fellow daoists, all the elixir has been sold, and next is the auction of the magic weapon! The first one is the low-grade magic weapon Lihuo Sword! The power is very good! The reserve price is [-] spirit stones!" Flipping the palm of his hand, a red flying sword about a foot long appeared in his hand, and then said while twisting his beard.

"Well, this magic weapon looks really powerful, but its attributes are not in line with this old man!" An old man in the early stage of alchemy said with some regret.

After a cup of tea, the Lihuo Sword was acquired by a young monk at the price of 30 spirit stones.

Soon, several magic weapons were auctioned at the auction, and soon the white-bearded old man flipped his palm, and a palm-sized seal with a pure gold color and a green dragon wrapped around it appeared in his hand.

Liang Zicheng immediately became interested when he saw the seal, and then carefully sized up the many monks.

"This magic weapon is called the Panlong Seal! According to legend, it is a treasure used by Master Yijie. It can also be used as a magic weapon for defense. It is extremely powerful!" The white-bearded old man continued to laugh while twisting his beard.

"It turned out to be a magic weapon used by Master Yijie. This treasure must be extraordinary."An old man said slowly.

"Fellow Daoist, which monk is this master of one ring?"A monk asked cautiously.

"Master Yijie is a Nascent Soul True Monarch thousands of years ago."

"Haha... Du likes this kind of powerful magic weapon! 10 yuan spirit stone!" A rough-looking middle-aged man said with a big laugh after seeing Panlongxi.

"Well, this seal is a magic weapon used by Master Yijie, and the old man will give you 15 yuan in spirit stones!" A tall, black-bearded old man said with a nod of his head.

At this time, the price of the Panlong Seal had already risen to a high price of 20 spirit stones!

"Hmph, I want this Panlong Seal! 21 spirit stones!" A big man with a beard said coldly.

"Oh? Fellow Daoist is a bit domineering like this, isn't it? Although your strength is not weak, but this is an auction, but you can't allow Fellow Daoist to show off his power here!" , said with a frown.

"Hmph, I won't sell you any face! 25 spirit stones!" the vicious old man said angrily.

"Let's see who has produced more spirit stones! 30 spirit stones!" said the cheeky man with a twitch of his mouth.

"50 spirit stones!" At this moment, a man's voice reached everyone's ears.

(End of this chapter)