Yi Cheng and Meng Jinghun entered the private room. After obtaining Yi Cheng a medium-grade spirit stone for consumption, the female cultivator originally planned to stay, but Yi Cheng, who saw something strange, hurriedly sent him away.

Because at this time, many maids in other private rooms were sitting in the arms of the monks in the Killing Dan stage, and some even tried to do so.

These female cultivators only have Qi Refining Stage. Although they are not bad in appearance, they don’t have many opportunities to come into contact with cultivators in the Kaling Stage on weekdays. At this time, if the cultivator is attracted by the cultivator in the Kaling Stage, even if they become a toy and furnace, they can no longer worry about the resources for their future cultivation.

Yi Cheng was not interested in this, so he naturally sent the female cultivator away early.

This auction venue is not big, but the luxury level is incomparable to the intermediate venue.

Here are three floors, the first floor is the hall, and the second floor is the third floor is some private rooms.

There are fifty or sixty private rooms on the second floor, while there are less than thirty on the third floor.

There were more than 3,000 people in the hall at this time, most of whom were in the Kalpa stage cultivation level. There were many people Yi Cheng knew in the private room on the second floor, and the heads of the ten major forces and four or five elders under the sect were among them. Most of these people Yi Cheng had seen during the secret trial.

On this side of Luoxia Mountain are the four people, including Mingxiu, Yun Feiyan, Elder Situ, and Elder Wei. Elder Yan has not arrived, so he should have stayed in the sect. After all, although the auction is important, the sect cannot be left without anyone. Yan Bingling and Wei Xinyu are following behind, and the other disciples are probably going to participate in the last auction of the Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

In addition to each of the 10 forces, there are also some sects with unclear elements sitting in them, while some private rooms are more famous among casual cultivators.

Yi Cheng only knew one of these people, that is Qingxin’s master Huang Puyuan, and Qingxin was also following the master.

The auction has not yet begun. He talked with Meng Jinghun for several sentences, and it was becoming more and more speculative. Yi Cheng took out two pots of spiritual wine from the Qixuan space and exchanged glasses with Meng Jinghun here.

The two were drinking happily, and a sense of pressure appeared inexplicably.

Yi Cheng felt a little uncomfortable in his chest. He looked up in surprise, but saw that there were more than a dozen people sitting on the third floor, which was just empty.

Needless to say, Yi Cheng also knew that these were the Nascent Soul cultivators who saw the head but not the tail of the divine dragon.

It has been more than ten years since Yi Cheng began to practice the truth, but he has never seen a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.

At this time, it was just the unintentional pressure from these monks that made Yi Cheng feel frightened. If he really started fighting, it would be a divine thought that would be enough to crush him to death.

No wonder the master was still in awe of the Nascent Soul monks even though he had reached the peak of the Dan-King Stage.

At this time, the monks in the field of Dan-Cultivation Stage were more or less affected, and some of them were even more unbearable. Some fell to the ground and some sat there motionless.

"Okay, I'll say you guys, can't you mess up this auction? You still won't restrain your breath!" said a majestic voice.

"Haha, I haven't been able to do it for a long time, I forgot. Hey, the younger generation now, why are you so scared? You've lost so much in a while."

"Okay, you are still in the Nascent Soul cultivation level, so how can the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage persist?"

"Yes, well, there is a good little guy here. In the early stage of foundation building, it's wrong. In the middle stage of foundation building, there is such a wonderful hidden technique that almost deceived me."

"Oh, there's this happening, I'll see, haha, it's really, it's pretty good, I just don't know which disciple it is."

"Old Monster Yan, that little guy is sitting with your disciples from Luoxia Mountain. It seems that he is yours. Congratulations, if you have such a talent to cultivate well, you will have a bright future."

"Shocking, when did we have this good little guy in Luoxia Mountain? Why haven't you heard of me?" This was obviously what Old Ancestor Yan of Luoxia Mountain said.

"Master, this little brother is not a disciple of this sect. He just sat together after getting along with me." Meng Jinghun stood up and said hurriedly.

At this time, the pressure of those Nascent Soul cultivators had disappeared. Everyone did not tell which sentence was said by the end of the day, but they heard all the words behind them clearly.

This Xiao Yi was actually noticed by the Nascent Soul cultivator, and it seemed that he was really powerful.

The relationship between Meng Jinghun and Old Ancestor Yan is even more surprising. Although there have been such rumors, it is different to say it from Old Ancestor Yan at this time.

It is not surprising that Yi Cheng was called to break his cultivation level. The spiritual consciousness of the Nascent Soul cultivator is completely incomparable to him.

"Oh, so that's it, what's your name little guy?"

"My younger generation, Xiao Yi, pays homage to you, how dare you show off in front of all the seniors?"

"Xiao Yi, your name is Xiao Yi!" A middle-aged scholar in the Nascent Soul stage dressed as a middle-aged scholar spoke.

Yi Cheng seemed to feel something was wrong when he heard this. If a Nascent Soul-stage monk knew his name, there were only two situations. One was to search for the soul Qiao Li, and someone told him about his offending Kunwu these days.

This monk must be a member of Kunwu, so Yi Cheng is very cautious at this moment and does not show any abnormality.

"Yes, junior Xiao Yi!"

"Hmph, it's very good!" The monk heard this, but only said one sentence and stopped showing his expression.

Yi Cheng sighed in his heart that even the Nascent Soul cultivators are not easy to deal with, so don’t use Xiao Yi’s identity again after this time.

Fortunately, now that Yun Feiyan is the only one who knows that Yi Cheng is Xiao Yi, it is probably the only one who has the right to know that Yun Feiyan is.

The monk stopped talking and no one else could ask, so the venue became quiet.

"Okay, since everyone has arrived, let's start!" Yi Cheng saw clearly the man's appearance, burly body, wearing a purple robe, and his words were majestic.

At this time, probably only the Nascent Soul Stage monks from Longtai Trading Company could speak like this.

After hearing this, the shopkeeper Long Da who had already stood on the auction table said, "Everyone, today is the last day of this auction, but it is also the most important day. Welcome to your seniors and many fellow Taoists. The next items will definitely not disappoint you."

"I won't say much nonsense, and now we will start the auction of the first item."

As he said that, the shopkeeper Long took out a piece of wood from the storage ring. The wood that was only three feet long and the thickness of his arms seemed to have decayed and could not show any spiritual energy.

Yi Cheng cannot recognize this thing, but it does not mean that others cannot recognize it. The tree of immortality!

"It turns out to be this thing. This immortal wood is immortal and can survive in any environment. It takes ten thousand years to grow into three feet. It is an excellent material for refining wood-based treasures."

"The first item is the Changsheng Wood. I don't know what good things are behind it. Alas, it's a pity that I can't afford it anymore, and it's a good idea to have a long experience!"

When the shopkeeper Long saw that someone recognized this thing, he stopped explaining it and said, "Since everyone recognizes this thing, I will not introduce it. The starting price of the ten thousand-year-old longevity wood is three million spirit stones, and the price increase shall not be lower than the ten thousand spirit stones each time. Please bid!"

When everyone heard this, they took a breath. The starting price was three million, and most monks were already afraid of it.

However, the actual value of the Longevity Wood is far more than that, so naturally, monks with knowledgeable and extraordinary strength began to bid.

“3 million!”

“3.1 million!”

“3.3 million!”

“4 million!”

...

The price was still rising, Yi Cheng and Meng Jinghun smiled bitterly and shook their heads. They could only watch. Although this thing is good, the price was not affordable for them in the foundation-building stage and a monk who had just formed a pill.

The bidding began for a while, Meng Jinghun suddenly clasped his fists at Yi Cheng and said, "Brother Xiao, my master asked me to go to his place. I will drink and have fun next time!"

Yi Cheng also stood up and clasped his fists when he heard this. He was shocked by this dream, Yi Cheng had a sense of confidant.

After Meng Jinghun left, Yi Cheng watched the monks bidding one after another in the field alone, but his mind was not there. He looked into the box of Luoxia Mountain, but found that Yun Feiyan was also looking at him at this time.
Chapter completed!