Cultivation of immortality starts from falling into a trap

It was dark and the sun was noon.

Wang Fengju walked out of the bamboo hut where he was cultivating and walked towards the center of Fang City.

Before he reached Qiao'er's stall, Wang Feng was attracted by the words of pedestrians on the road.

"Have you heard? Brother, the once-in-a-decade Qinghefang auction will be held in Wanbao Building in three days.

"Who doesn't know this. I've also heard that there will be Tsukidan for sale at this auction. "

What is Tsukidan, I heard that there is a book of superb exercises there. "

......

" related to the "" is constantly being discussed.

Wang Feng unconsciously quickened his pace and walked towards Qiao'er's stall.

There were many more unfamiliar faces on the road than usual.

It seems that the ten-year auction they said about the Fang Market seems to be true, otherwise they would not have been able to attract so many monks from other places.

"Brother Feng, have you finished cultivating?" Qiao'er's call pulled Wang Feng back from his thoughts.

"How's business today?" Wang Feng asked casually.

"Brother Feng, look. As she spoke, Qiao'er raised her small cloth bag to Wang Feng's eyes and shook it.

Before Wang Feng could ask, Qiao'er took the initiative to talk about some things that had happened in Fang Market recently.

The once-in-a-decade Qinghefang auction is the most important thing.

As she spoke, the girl sighed. "I'd love to see it, but unfortunately Qiao'er can't get in. "

Can't get in?" Wang Feng couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"That's right, every ten years of auctions, Wanbaolou will set some rules, not everyone can enter. Qiao'er said dissatisfied.

"Oh, what are the rules this time. Qiao'er, you can tell me more specifically. Wang Feng hurriedly asked.

"There are three main rules: one is that it is only open to monks, the second is that there must be consignment items approved by the market, and the third is that each monk who enters and leaves must pay an entrance fee of ten spirit stones.

After listening to Qiao'er's story, Wang Feng finally knew why the girl sighed.

"Brother Feng, are you going?" the girl looked at Wang Feng and asked again.

"Well, I'd like to see it. Wang Feng said truthfully.

"But...... But ......, "

Why are you talking today, Wang Feng laughed.

"Brother Feng, we don't have any consignments, Wanbaolou's requirements are too high. Qiao'er muttered.

"Haha, it turns out that you girl is worried about this, it's okay, I have my own way. Wang Feng said with a smile.

"Then what are you waiting for? Brother Feng, I'll take you to Wanbao Tower to apply for the entrance jade card now. As

he spoke, he wrapped the things on the stall, carried them behind his back, and pulled Wang Feng in the direction of Wanbaolou.

Wanbaolou, the geographical location is absolutely not said, it is the center of the city, next to the main street.

It may be that three days later, the auction will be held, and at this time, there is a long queue in front of Wanbao Tower.

Wang Feng was surprised, could it be that these were all going to participate in the auction? Qiao'er, the girl seemed to see Wang Feng's question, and the words came at the right time.

"Brother Feng, don't look at the many people lined up outside now, but there are not many who are really qualified to participate in the auction, and most of them come with the mentality of trying.

Wang Feng thought about it, but the second rule set by this Wanbaolou believed that many people could be brushed down, and the two of them also consciously lined up.

Soon two hours passed, and Wang Feng finally came to the front, and in front of the table was an old man in his seventies.

The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Feng, and said that he put his hand on the spirit test stone on the left.

Wang Feng put his left hand on the jet-black round stone bead as he said, and as Wang Feng's palm touched, the stone glowed with a faint halo.

The old man looked at Wang Feng and said lightly, "The Qi Refining Period is in the Perfection Realm."

Okay, now take out the items you're going to consign. Wang Feng once again slipped out a three-foot axe from his sleeve and handed it to the old man.

The old man took the small axe handed over by Wang Feng, looked at it carefully a few times, and said, "A low-level spirit weapon small axe meets the requirements for consignment." "

Enter a piece of your own spiritual power into this jade tablet. He took one of the many jade plaques that had already been prepared on the table on the right-hand side and looked at Wang Feng again.

After Wang Feng entered spiritual power into the jade card as he said, the old man made a few more gestures to the jade card and threw the jade card towards Wang Feng.

"Alright, next.

Wang Feng consciously took the jade plate and went outside.

I looked left and right at the jade plaque, which said Wanbaolou on the front, but there was only one number of two hundred and seventy-five on the back.

The key to thinking about this jade card should be that the old man made a few gestures in the later stage.

Wang Feng carefully put this jade pendant close to his body, this is not only the identity token to enter the Wanbaolou auction, but also the voucher for receiving the income from the consignment.

As early as when Wang Feng stepped forward, he saw a public notice standing next to the old man.

The jade plate seemed to be placed on Wang Feng's chest close to him, but in fact it was included in the meta-core space by Wang Feng, so he was naturally not afraid of losing it.

The matter of the auction came to an end, and Wang Feng originally wanted to go back to the bamboo house to continue his cultivation and wait for the auction three days later.

couldn't stand the bitter begging of Qiao'er behind him, and accompanied him to walk around the market.

may be because the auction is approaching, and there are more stalls nearby, wandering around, but also let Wang Feng get back a little bit of the fun of catching up with the big market in his childhood.

Suddenly, passing by a corner, a stall surrounded by more than a dozen monks attracted the attention of Qiao'er's girl, and she couldn't help but take Wang Feng's hand and squeeze towards the front of the crowd.

Receiving the dissatisfied looks from several monks, Wang Feng gave up his hand and smiled apologetically.

The two of them finally got to the front.

"Tsukidan, is there Tsukidan for sale here?"

"It can't be a fake.

"Bah, do you see that the color of this pill and the inferior Zhuji Dan on the jade slip are the same

?" "Really, is the skill of counterfeiting the pill so superb now?"

Wang Feng also immediately understood why there were so many Qi Refining Stage cultivators in front of the stall here, it turned out that there was a Zhuji Dan appearing.

Only then did he realize that the person setting up the stall was a half-hundred-year-old man with white hair.

The half-hundred-year-old man had half-squinted eyes, and he turned a deaf ear to the chatter of the monks around him.

Whenever a monk came up to ask for a price, he pointed to a wooden sign standing next to him.

Wang Feng found it interesting, and raised his eyes to look at the wooden sign, which had lines of small characters, which indicated the prices of various items sold on the stall.

Directly below, the words "no counteroffer" are marked with eye-catching colors.

Looking at the first line again, sure enough, there was a line of small characters about Tsukidan.

"The lower grade builds the base dan, and the price is 1,000 medium-grade spirit stones. "

I don't know if this price is expensive or cheap, at this stage, I haven't even touched the medium-grade spirit stone, so naturally I can't afford it, so it's just a lively look."

Wang Feng secretly glanced at the old man with the Qi Hope Technique, and there was a foundation building period cultivation, no wonder he was so arrogant, and he didn't take the Qi refining period cultivators present in his eyes.

Looking at the items sold on his stall, there were several copies of demon beast materials that Wang Feng could not recognize, three unknown spirit grasses, and five small jade bottles containing pills.

Just as Wang Feng's gaze fell on Zhuji Dan, he was looking out of his mind.

Another monk squeezed past him and came to the front of the stall.

Wang Feng raised his eyes and saw a girl in a long water blue dress. He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pair of apricot eyes flashing and an amazing charm.

"It's really pecans! I want it! I don't know how many spirit stones I need to sell. With

a look of joy on her face, the girl grabbed a leafy green plant on the left side of the stall.

There were faint red fruits between the branches and leaves, and he hurriedly asked.

"Little girl, aren't you literate?" The

eyes of the half-hundred-year-old man opened a slit slightly, glanced at the girl in front of him, and impatiently pointed to a line of small characters in the wooden sign next to him.

"Senpai, I... I..."

The girl, choked by the words of the half-hundred old man, immediately stammered when she spoke, and looked in the direction pointed by the old man with a pair of almond eyes.

Wang Feng also looked over curiously, and saw a line of small characters written on it:

"Thirty years of pecans, the price is thirty spirit stones." "

Thirty lower-grade spirit stones, so expensive. The

expression on the apricot-eyed girl's face, from joy to embarrassment, was only a matter of moments.

"The old man is in business, he has always been innocent, he does not bargain, he wants to take out enough spirit stones, and hand over the spirit stones with one hand and the spirit grass with the other. "

The half-hundred-year-old man was good at accidents, and he could see at a glance that the girl did not have enough spirit stones to pay for it.

The words he said were no longer polite, and he faintly brought out a coercion unique to the monks of the foundation building period.

The apricot-eyed girl was pressed by this force, her face suddenly turned a little pale, and she reluctantly put down the elixir in her hand, turned around and squeezed out of the crowd, and disappeared in an instant.

Wang Feng looked at it for a while, and saw that Qiao'er's curiosity was satisfied, and he wanted to go in the direction of the bamboo forest's residence.

After walking not far, a somewhat familiar girl's voice came into his ears.

"Brother Feng, look. It's the girl just now.

Lin Qiao'er, the girl, also heard the voice, and pointed to the aqua blue figure in a storefront on the side of the road and said.