A seal of immortality

Chapter 564 Level Six Centipede
"Isn't it? I heard that in addition to a seventh-level three-color toad, the final auction item also has a magic weapon. It's a pity that I have a mission, otherwise I must go to the venue to have a look." The middle-aged man said with some regret.

"A level seven three-color toad?" Wang Changsheng was a little moved when he heard this.

The monsters and birds in southern Xinjiang are all poisonous, and this level seven tricolor toad is probably no exception.

A seven-level poisonous toad can definitely improve a high-level monk who practices poison kung fu, especially for a mid-stage monk who is practicing the "Five Poisons Secret Code", this seven-level poisonous toad is simply It's an irresistible temptation.

Since there is a seventh-level poisonous toad in the auction, it is very likely that the monks at the alchemy stage of the Five Poison Sect will bid for it, and it is likely to be a monk at the middle stage of alchemy. Once there is a single person, it is the best target.

"What? You Wang Daoyou want to see it?" Seeing this, the middle-aged man asked curiously.

"Well, it only happens once in a hundred years, so you can't miss it." Wang Changsheng nodded.

"That's right, by the way, Daoyou Wang, how did you think about what I told you last time?" The middle-aged man nodded, changed his tone, and changed the subject.

"I'm used to being alone, so I don't plan to join the sect, and my hands are tied." Wang Changsheng shook his head and said.

"You can't say that, Fellow Daoist Wang, if you join our Poison Sacred Sect, you will not only be able to practice in a place with abundant aura, but also be protected by our Poison Sacred Sect." The middle-aged man persuasively persuaded.

"Thank you for your kindness, Fellow Daoist Huo, I've made up my mind, so you don't need to say any more." Unmoved, Wang Changsheng shook his head and refused.

To be honest, if it was an invitation from the Five Poison Sect, Wang Changsheng might have agreed, but unfortunately it was an invitation from the Poison Saint Sect.

Of course, the Poison Saint's Gate is not interested in Wang Changsheng, but in his ability to make talismans. This is a hen that lays eggs, and the energy continues to create wealth.

"Okay! When Daoyou Wang figured it out, you can tell me again." The middle-aged man looked a little disappointed when he heard this, and then he remembered something, and then said: "By the way, Fellow Daoist Wang, the one I want Is the batch of talismans and seals ready?"

Wang Changsheng nodded, took out a large stack of gleaming talismans from the storage bag, and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man counted, nodded in satisfaction, took out a heavy leather bag from his arms, and put it on the counter.

The middle-aged man chatted with Wang Changsheng for a while, then took his leave and left.

"There is actually a seven-level poisonous toad auction." Wang Changsheng looked at the back of the middle-aged man and muttered to himself, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

After much deliberation, he planned to participate in this auction. If he encountered a single monk of the Five Poison Sect, he would do it immediately after leaving the market. If he didn't meet him, he could only find another way.

In the next few days, Wang Changsheng went to business as usual without any abnormality.

As the day of the auction drew closer, there were more and more immortal cultivators in Young Miao Valley, many of whom were high-level cultivators wearing cloaks and grimace masks.

In order to maintain order, the managers of Fangshi increased the number of patrolling disciples.

Seven days later, at night, Wang Changsheng closed the shop quietly and checked into an inn.

For several days, Qianfuxuan didn't open the door, and there was no notice. It spread among some low-ranking monks. The man surnamed Huo from the Poison Saint Sect learned that Qianfuxuan was closed, and went to check it out, but found nothing. , at the behest of the Fangshi administrator, the matter was left alone.

Half a month later, the Auction Conference of the Young Crops Valley was officially held.

In a certain corner of Qingmiao Valley, at the entrance of an underground cave, several foundation-builder monks wearing uniform blue shirts guarded the entrance, but all immortal cultivators who entered the cave had to give them a mid-level spirit stone before they could enter.

Wang Changsheng wore a cloak and was dressed in black. After paying a mid-level spirit stone, he walked into the cave.

"Senior, welcome to this auction."

As soon as Wang Changsheng approached the cave, a clear female voice came over. It was a young woman in a green dress, standing at the entrance, and saluted Wang Changsheng with a very respectful expression.

Wang Changsheng could tell at a glance that the woman in the green skirt was just a Qi Refining Stage cultivator, so he didn't pay much attention and turned his attention to the venue.

The space here is also spacious, with hundreds of stone tables placed, a pot of fragrant tea is placed next to each stone table, and one or two chairs are placed beside the stone table.

It was still early before the auction started, and most of the hundreds of chairs were occupied by people, and there was a young woman in a green dress standing next to the chairs that were occupied by people.

Most of the alchemy stage monks who came to the auction wore cloaks or grimace masks to cover up their true faces.

"Senior, please follow me." The woman in the green skirt led Wang Changsheng to an empty seat, and the surrounding seats were all empty.

"Senior, this is Qingmiao tea, a special product of our Qingmiao Mountain Range. It has a unique taste." The woman in the green dress said while picking up the teapot, and poured a cup of fragrant tea for Wang Changsheng.

"No need, I don't like tea. By the way, I heard that there will be a seven-level three-color toad auction in this auction. Is the rumor true?" Wang Changsheng shook his head and asked through sound transmission.

"Really, if the senior is interested in any product, you can send the voice transmission to the junior, and let the junior quote the price." The woman in the green skirt replied through voice transmission, with a very respectful look.

Wang Changsheng nodded when he heard the words, no wonder there was a maid beside the monks who participated in the auction, who turned out to be bidding for others, even if they were disguised, a person's voice would not change, and some acquaintances could recognize them by their voices If there is a maid to quote on behalf of the identity, the risk will undoubtedly be minimized.

Alchemy stage monks walked into the cave one after another. Most of the alchemy stage monks present sat on their seats with their eyes closed, and only a few acquaintances communicated through sound transmission.

"The time is up, the auction meeting begins!"

As a deep man's voice came from the high platform ahead, the underground cave, which was originally whispering, immediately became silent.

At the same time as the voice sounded, Wang Changsheng also opened his eyes.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a blue robe and with good features standing on the high platform in front of him, his face was full of calmness.

"Welcome all fellow Taoists to come to the auction held by our three families. I won't say much about the rules. I believe you all know that the highest price will win. If there are not enough spirit stones, you can use various materials and treasures as collateral. The first auction The product, 800-year-old Heartbroken Grass, has a base price of 1000 yuan for spirit stones, and each price increase must not be less than [-]." After the middle-aged man made a few opening remarks, he went straight to the point.

After finishing speaking, he turned his palm over, and in his hand was a blue wooden box about a foot long, which contained a half-foot-long blue grass.

"One thousand and five."

"700 yuan of spirit stones."

"I'll pay two thousand."

As soon as the words fell, there was a maid in green calling out the price.

Not long after, the 800-year-old heartbroken grass was finally auctioned off at a price of 100 yuan in spirit stones.

In the following time, the middle-aged man took out one auction item after another, not only materials for refining alchemy, alchemy furnace, refining furnace, but also spirit grass, elixir and other things.

Wang Changsheng was not interested in these things, and after a few glances, he simply closed his eyes and rested his mind, which disappointed the woman in the green skirt.

"The following auction item is a level six purple-winged centipede. The base price is 5000 yuan in spirit stones, and each increase in price must not be less than 500 yuan in spirit stones."

As soon as he said this, Wang Changsheng suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a black iron cage five or six feet in size on the high platform in front of him at some point, and inside it was a purple centipede five or six feet long.

There are four pairs of thin purple wings on the purple centipede's back, its eyes are dull, and its spirit is a bit listless.

"6000 dollars."

"Seven thousand."

"Eight thousand."

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, someone bid for the auction immediately.

"I'll pay [-] yuan." Wang Changsheng said via voice transmission to the woman in the green skirt.

The woman in the green skirt was overjoyed, nodded, and shouted, "2 yuan in spirit stones."

As soon as the words were finished, many people looked towards Wang Changsheng's position, but quickly moved away.

"Twenty-one thousand." Someone shouted.

"Twenty-five thousand." Under Wang Changsheng's instruction, the woman in the green skirt shouted.

"Twenty-six thousand." A thin-faced old man in gray clothes shouted. There were several people wearing the same clothes beside him, and he was not worried about being targeted.

"Thirty thousand." Unmoved, Wang Changsheng asked the woman in the green skirt to add 4000 yuan of spirit stones.

Hearing the quotation of 3 yuan for spirit stones, the old man in gray hesitated for a moment, shook his head and gave up.

After the middle-aged man on the high platform repeated it three times and no one responded, the sixth-level centipede was bought by Wang Changsheng.

After paying for the spirit stone, Wang Changsheng put the centipede and the iron cage into the sun and moon bag.

(End of this chapter)