Chapter 113： auctions

After eating breakfast, Wang Changsheng went back to his room to practice. During this trip to the Yutian Dharma Conference, he not only obtained several second-order water-attribute refining materials, but also 50 kilograms of diluted Xuanyin Spiritual Water, which was quite fruitful.

If you can buy a Foundation Establishment Pill, that would be even better.

The next morning, Wang Changsheng went to visit Wang Shuhan, and Wang Shuhan warmly received Wang Changsheng. The two sides agreed to negotiate in Baiyunling after half a year.

"Fairy Wang, do you have any diluted Xuanyin Spiritual Water?"

Wang Changsheng looked at Wang Ruyan beside him and asked politely.

Wang Ruyan smiled sweetly, and said meaningfully: "If our Wang Wang family can cooperate, Xuanyin spiritual water will naturally exist."

Listening to what she meant, if the Wang and Wang families couldn't cooperate, there would definitely be no Xuanyin Lingshui.

Wang Changsheng just asked casually, but he didn't expect that Wang Ruyan really had Xuanyin Spiritual Water, so he didn't know how much.

Wang Shuhan's heart moved, and he asked with a smile, "Friend Wang Dao, take the liberty to ask, do you have a double cultivator?"

"No, by the way, fellow Daoist Wang, do you know how many foundation pills there will be in this auction?"

Wang Shuhan smiled wryly, shook his head and said, "I don't know about that. In the last auction of the Yutian Dharma Fair, there were five foundation building pills auctioned. I don't know this time, but there are not too many foundation building pills. I want to bid. There are quite a few forces in the Foundation Establishment Dan, Daoyou Wang, I advise you to bid on other Foundation Establishment spirits! For example, the Purple Jade Spiritual Water."

Wang Changsheng nodded thoughtfully, chatted for a while, then left.

"Uncle Fifth, do you think the Wang family will cooperate with our Wang family?"

After Wang Ruyan sent Wang Changsheng away, he asked Wang Shuhan.

"There should be a show, otherwise he won't invite us to Baiyunling to negotiate. I have decided, Ruyan, you will represent our Wang family and negotiate with the Wang family."

"What? I'll be in charge? Fifth Uncle, I've never done such a thing, and I don't have any experience. I'm afraid I'll screw it up. Come on! I'll just sit in and watch."

Wang Ruyan shook her head and refused.

Wang Shuhan waved his hand and said sternly: "You have already established the foundation, and you need to start sharing the worries for the family. This time, it will be regarded as an exercise. In short, remember to strive for the benefits of the family as much as possible. After the negotiation, return to Lanyue Lake and talk to him. The old ancestor reports, this is also the meaning of the old ancestor, I have been with you all these years, and you have learned something to some extent, do it with confidence! The family supports you."

"Yes, Uncle Fifth, I will handle this well."

Three days later, the auction was held at the Yutian Palace on the top of the mountain.

In order to limit the number of people participating in the auction, if there is no invitation, a qi-refining cultivator will ask for an admission fee of five spirit stones. Wang Mingzhong and Wang Yaozu have already attended, so they will not go. Wang Changsheng and Wang Changge will go there.

The Yutian Palace has three floors. The monks with invitations are naturally in the private room upstairs, and those without invitations have to be in the hall.

In the center of the hall is a square high platform, surrounded by thousands of wooden chairs.

Wang Changsheng found a front seat and sat down. Wang Changge, Wang Changyu, and Wang Changbin sat beside him.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, what a coincidence! Brother Yaozong didn't come?"

An amiable fat man with a round face came to Wang Changsheng and said with a smile.

Wang Changsheng smiled and nodded, and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, it's been a long time since the second uncle can't come. Didn't your third uncle come?"

The round-faced fat man is called Chen Changsheng. He is a foundation-building cultivator of the Chen family in Changping County. The Chen family is the most powerful immortal cultivating family in Changping County. There are two foundation-building cultivators. In recent years, he has controlled the refining business of Changping County. Local development, and Chen's family is the well water does not violate the river water. After Wang Changsheng built the foundation, Chen Changsheng also came to visit Wang Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng's third uncle is called Chen Changming, and he has built the sixth floor of the foundation. He has rarely appeared in the past ten years.

Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "It's a coincidence, the third uncle, like brother Yaozong, can't come if something happens."

"Meet Senior Chen."

The three of Wang Changge hurriedly stood up and saluted.

At this time, several disciples of the Chen family also came over and saluted Wang Changsheng: "Meet Senior Wang."

Wang Changsheng looked at a tall young man in a blue shirt, and said with a smile, "Xianren, you are here too. We haven't seen you for a few years. You have already cultivated to the ninth level of Qi refining, not bad."

Chen Xianren is the son of the head of the Chen family, five years older than Wang Changsheng.

"Senior Wang was wrongly praised, and this junior is stupid. You shouldn't be praising him like that."

Chen Xianren replied respectfully, not daring to be slighted in the slightest.

To be honest, he didn't want to believe that Wang Changsheng had successfully built his foundation. Both were sons of the head of the family. He started cultivating five years earlier than Wang Changsheng. Seeing Wang Changsheng, if Chen Changsheng hadn't come over, he wouldn't want to say hello to Wang Changsheng.

Seeing Chen Xianren's respectful appearance, Wang Changsheng nodded in satisfaction.

Chen Changsheng chatted with Wang Changsheng for a few words, then left and returned to his seat.

Not long after, a few low bells rang out, the gate of Yutian Palace was closed, and the auction was officially held.

A chubby man dressed as a businessman stepped onto the high platform. Judging from the powerful spiritual pressure emanating from his body, he was obviously a foundation-building cultivator.

He clasped his fists at the monks present and said with a smile, "Chen Fu, you are welcome to come and participate in this auction. The rules are the same as auctions in other places The highest bidder wins. Let’s not talk nonsense anymore and start the auction.”

He took out a two-foot-long cyan brocade box from the storage bag, opened it, and found seven cyan-glowing short knives inside.

"The complete set of spiritual tools, the blue wind saber, is made of green wind bamboo, and its power is comparable to that of a magic weapon. The base price is 200 spiritual stones, and the price must not be less than 50 spiritual stones each time."

Qi-refining monks who participated in the auction accounted for more than half of them. This complete set of magic tools attracted many qi-refining monks.

Next, medicinal pills, talismans, and spirit beasts that improved their mana appeared one after another at the auction, all of which fetched high prices, and the atmosphere in the venue gradually became warmer.

Wang Changsheng's trip was for the purpose of photographing and buying the foundation-building spiritual artifact. Before he had photographed the foundation-building spiritual artifact, he would not easily move the 40,000 spiritual stones.

The Yutian Dharma Festival is worthy of being the biggest event in the world of immortal cultivation in the Song Kingdom. There were many good things in the auction, such as complete sets of magic tools, second-order medicinal pills, second-order materials, second-order demon pills, etc. Wang Changsheng was very moved when he saw it, but There was no open bidding.

Seeing so many good things, Wang Changge and the three were eye-opening.

After more than half an hour, the atmosphere in the venue reached a climax.

"Next is the auction time for the finale auction item. The first auction item, a second-tier middle-grade talisman, can fly faster than a middle-grade flying magic weapon, and it can be driven by a little mana. The base price is five hundred spirits. Stone, the price must not be less than 100 each time.”

Chen Fu shouted loudly with a palm-sized golden paper crane in his hand.

Wang Changsheng was a little moved. He didn't have a flying weapon, so it took a lot of time to travel. The blue-scaled horse was only a mid-level rank, and the speed was not particularly fast.

Wang Changfeng was still waiting for the foundation-building spirit to build the foundation, but Wang Changsheng didn't speak.

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