Behind Ling Chen, there was also a group of monks ranging from early to mid-stage soul gathering. Not only Ling Chen looked at the door with confusion as the four monks blocked the way to the auction, but the people behind him were also horrified.
"You..." Ling Chen stood aside and said nothing, because there was already a middle-aged monk who didn't know what was going on and looked at the leading steward suspiciously.
"Do you know what is being auctioned there? Are there any items that you poor casual cultivators can afford?"
The leading steward looked so sarcastic that the middle-aged monk took the initiative to ask. Seeing that this middle-aged practitioner only had the early stage of spiritual gathering, the leading steward looked at him with even more contempt.
"How can you treat guests like this? Is this the way you 'Ya Yuan Pavilion' behaves..." The middle-aged casual cultivator was ridiculed by the leader's words, his face was white, and he said angrily.
"Hey, are you still competing with me? You poor cultivators who can't even pay the entrance fee dare to run wild here in Yayuan Pavilion." As he said this, the leading steward lifted up his sleeves.
Prepare to teach this middle-aged monk who does not know his height.
"What...what do you want to do? This is the city..." The middle-aged man was obviously frightened by the leading steward. He stepped back from the platform and looked at the leading steward with a hint of fear.
"What's the matter in the city? I'll teach you a lesson today..." The leading steward shouted away the guards who were trying to dissuade him. He was about to step down the stairs and grab the middle-aged monk by the collar. If he succeeded, he would attack the staggering monk.
It is undoubtedly an insult for a middle-aged monk to retreat. It is neither retreating nor resisting in full view of the public.
Many times, both monks and mortals care about the tone of their hearts, and it is not uncommon in the dark world for strong men to pay the price of their lives because of that tone!
Because that tone has a terrible name, a name that all mortals, men, and even monks who have practiced for many years will defend with their lives! That name is the word "dignity"!
Naturally, this middle-aged monk could not show his weakness in front of everyone. Moreover, the leader was so domineering that he actually ignored the strict rules in the city and wanted to take action against him.
However, the head steward faintly revealed the coercion of the late Juling period, which made the middle-aged man look embarrassed.
Just when the steward was about to throw a fit and shout away the guard who was holding him back, most of the monks watching had expressions on their faces as if they were watching a show.
"I'm afraid this kid is going to be in trouble. Who doesn't know that 'Ya Yuan Pavilion' is the dominant force in Qingshi City..."
Instead of stepping forward to help the middle-aged monks, many of the monks who were watching looked like they were just sitting back and watching the show.
"Steward, look, the senior Liu family is here." The guard approached the steward and reminded him through the sound transmission from his spiritual consciousness.
With a flick of the brush, the steward looked up and looked at the increasingly lively street. A group of capable monks surrounded a middle-aged man and were walking slowly towards the 'Ya Yuan Pavilion'.
Ling Chen watched carefully. There was a hint of fear on the steward's face when he looked at the crowd, but he quickly concealed it without leaving any trace.
Turning his head, Ling Chen stood inconspicuously in the crowd, quietly looking at the group of gorgeously dressed people.
When a group of monks in gorgeous clothes walked up the steps, the middle-aged man in the middle raised his hand and waved, and a subordinate immediately walked sideways to the counter next to the door... It seemed that he was paying the entrance fee or something.
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The leading steward looked at the middle-aged man and immediately stepped forward and said enthusiastically: "I didn't know that Senior Liu was here, but I was so far away to greet him! "Shi Hu" has seen Senior." After saying this, he did not forget to bow and salute, and the rest of the people behind him
The three people also saluted and looked respectful. As for the middle-aged man who had previously contradicted the steward, he had already left the door of Yayuan Pavilion with the lively crowd when everyone's attention was diverted.
"I don't know, senior, but are you going to attend the auction?"
"Yeah." The middle-aged man nodded his forehead coldly, as if he didn't want to say another word to Shi Hu.
It turned out that the person in charge was named Shi Hu. Shi Hu fawningly accompanied the indifferent middle-aged man, and the group of people quickly disappeared at the entrance of Yayuan Pavilion.
The character and name of Shi Hu were quite imaginary. He was also domineering and bullying. Ling Chen was thinking like this when he suddenly saw the monks beside him walking up the steps of Yayuan Pavilion. Ling Chen stood in the crowd and thought deeply.
Watching each monk who stepped into Yayuan Pavilion, they handed over a certain amount of spiritual stones to the counter staff on the left side of the door before entering one after another.
In this way, the middle-aged casual cultivator didn't understand the rules before, but Shi Hu, the person in charge, didn't even remind him!
After thinking about it, Ling Chen followed the crowds one after another and went to the counter to hand over the spirit stones.
"Ten low-grade spiritual stones"
"………………"
After grabbing the storage bag of the old man in gray at Sunset Gate.
This little spiritual stone is no big deal to Ling Chen!
After handing over the spirit stone, each person received a black cloak and put it on before being allowed to enter the inner floor of Yayuan Pavilion.
Ling Chen looked at the three guards beside the door, pulled on his cloak to cover his whole body, and walked into the dark passage.
Having just entered this somewhat dark passage, Ling Chen, together with most of the monks wrapped in black cloaks, was led by an enchanting maid towards the depths of the passage.
Stepping on the dark passage, dark pupils silently scanned the many monks behind them, thinking; The cloak made by Yayuan Pavilion is quite strange, because in the city, spiritual consciousness cannot be used, and many monks can only use the spiritual energy emanating from each other.
I tried to judge its strength, but the black cloak of Yayuan Pavilion was draped on my body, and the monks who were traveling with me couldn't sense the strong or weak aura at all, which was very strange.
While Ling Chen was thinking about it, the maid in front of him had already ushered everyone into a rather large venue.
After entering the slightly gloomy venue, Ling Chen Dingqing took a look. Looking from the center of the venue, circles of oval-shaped seats were densely covering the venue, with the entire seats increasing in order from low to high!
Looking at the center below the seats of many guests, there is a bright platform of more than 20 square meters. It is made of exquisite white marble and lilac wood. It is dazzling white, like pure white spiritual stone, and the white light shines. It is also surrounded by
There are a lot of seats here. The seats are arranged in rows. They are getting higher and higher from the ring to the surroundings. One row is higher than the other row. The design is very reasonable.
The circular seats around it can accommodate about four to five hundred people. I don't know how many monks came to participate.
But at this moment, Ling Chen looked at the seats on the central platform below. There were already one or two hundred monks sitting there. Most of them were whispering to each other and discussing the items for this auction. The seats in the front row were basically full. The atmosphere in the front row was good.
Being close makes it easier to quote, and sitting in the front row symbolizes one's identity and status.
It seems that the scale of this trade fair is quite large. It has a long history. From the side, it can be seen that the reputation of Yayuan Pavilion is very good, and it actually attracted such a mysterious monk wrapped in a cloak.
Taking out the jade plate with the number "333" engraved in his hand, Ling Chen walked towards the position corresponding to the number plate.
"Senior, this junior can only lead the way here. Please do it yourself. I will go to pick up the other fellow Taoists. Please leave first." As soon as he sat down at the seat with the number 333 written on it, Ling Chen saw him head on.
Shi Hu respectfully stepped down from his seat in the front row, and then walked out of the venue with his head held high.
Previously, I saw Shi Hu maintaining a respectful posture when talking to the cloaked people in the front row, which is enough to show that the cloaked monks in the front row either have unfathomable cultivation or have an extraordinary status in Bluestone City.
Ling Chen thought deeply for a while, but didn't think much about it. He just wanted to buy some spiritual weapons, spiritual treasures and the like at this auction. He still had a lot of spiritual stone storage bags. This time he returned to Taiyi Sect.
He had no confidence in his heart. His previous cultivation level was too low and he didn’t know. In addition, Senior Sister Ji Yan gave him so many hints overtly and covertly. It seemed that the Taiyi Sect was really not as calm as it seemed. He hoped that there would be more at this auction.
Find some good spiritual weapons to prevent the hidden crisis in Taiyi Sect this time.
If you strengthen your strength a little more, you will have more ability to protect yourself in this dark world where the jungle is strong.
Sitting calmly on the chair, watching the monks constantly taking their seats around him, Ling Chen expected that the auction would not be held soon. His eyes wrapped in a black cloak were aimed at the seats in the front row and he looked at them casually.
I found that there were only a few seats in the front row. However, these seats were not like most of the shoddy products made of Lingjue. Instead, they were high-quality seats carved from fine sandalwood. They looked extremely exquisite.
Ling Chen has also come into contact with this rosewood tree. His entire small attic was once made of rosewood wood.
So I know that this guest chair made of rosewood not only feels excellent, but also has the wonderful effect of calming the mind and rejuvenating the mind. Looking at the rows of distinguished guest chairs at the front desk, they are definitely the best among the best.
There is also an exquisite coffee table in front of the seat, and there is spiritual tea and a small plate of fruits on the coffee table. This kind of treatment is obviously different from that of the ordinary monks behind.
While Ling Chen was sizing up the monks in the front row, most of the monks in the venue were also sizing up the monks in the front and left. However, most of them naturally didn't know each other, and their attitudes were even more different.
Some smiled and nodded, indicating friendliness, while some had their nostrils turned upward, as if they were rejecting others from thousands of miles away...
After lightly scanning the entire venue, Ling Chen sat on the chair, closed his eyes and rested, waiting for the auction to begin...
About half an hour passed, and after the four to five hundred seats were filled with monks wearing black cloaks, suddenly, a red light flashed on the platform in the center of the venue, and a middle-aged man appeared on the stage.
He raised his hand, clasped his fists at the crowd of monks who were looking sideways, and said loudly: "Fellow Taoists, I am Qin Feng. On behalf of our Yayuan Pavilion, I sincerely welcome you all to Qingshi City to join our Yayuan Pavilion."
Cabinet Judgment
We are organizing an auction. I hope that all of you here today will be able to get what you want, get what you want, and come home with a full load. Now, I would like to invite our "Mortal Realm Monk 'True Thunder Butler'" from Yayuan Pavilion to give an opening speech!"
At the end of the words, the word "mortal realm" was heavily emphasized! It seems that the opening speech of Yayuan Pavilion has a special meaning.
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he ducked and disappeared from the stage, and the whole venue suddenly heard a thunderous sound.
After the applause, an energetic old man wearing green clothes and white hair slowly walked onto the bright platform from below.
The monks stood still and looked around the entire venue. The old man's sharp eyes scanned every monk in the audience. Then he spoke in a calm voice:
"Today, fellow Taoists, why don't you travel thousands of miles to come to our Yayuan Pavilion for the auction? On behalf of the three sects of Qingshi City, I would like to thank you for your kindness." After saying that, the old man Zhenlei did not forget to give a gift to the monks present.
He bowed and bowed.
This move won bursts of warm applause from many monks in black cloaks. After all, having a mortal monk bow to him was quite a blessing.
When everyone saw it, they naturally responded proactively;
"Senior Zhenlei, it all depends on you, Yayuan Pavilion, for treating others with sincerity!......"
After everyone had finished speaking, Zhen Lei continued: "All of you who participated in this conference today are our friends in Yayuan Pavilion. Naturally, we in Yayuan Pavilion welcome you to come and visit when you are free.
Look at our Yayuan Pavilion. All of you are elites from our Yan country. I hope you will take more care of our Yayuan Pavilion disciples outside. If there is any offense,
Please tell me what everyone is doing, I will never let them off lightly! I have always taught my disciples to be smart when traveling, make more friends and less enemies! Many friends mean many roads, many enemies mean many obstacles!
I hope that everyone can treat us as Yayuan Pavilion’s friends and visit us often when you have time! Well, next I wish that everyone’s wishes will come true and their cultivation will improve greatly!”
As soon as Zhen Lei's voice fell, the audience burst into thunderous applause.
Ling Chen glanced sideways at Zhen Lei in the center of the venue. He couldn't see through the cultivation level of this Zhen Lei, but the spiritual pressure faintly revealed from his figure without a cloak gave people a faint oppression. This Zhen Lei must be
He is an extremely powerful monk in the mortal realm.
This Yayuan Pavilion is still unfathomable, and a deacon in the mortal realm is so eloquent.