Xianhong Road

Chapter 205 Dark Blood King
Amidst a group of strange gazes, Yang Fan and the three followed the old man in the concentrating period to the auction of Yunfeng Treasure Pavilion.

Yang Fan was indifferent, but Cheng Laoxian and his grandson were a little flattered.

At the same time, amidst the admiration and amazement of those people, they also had a sense of elation and accomplishment, and their hearts were extremely refreshed.

Cheng Yunfei glanced lightly at the nearby monks, and his brows were even more smug. As a lower-ranking monk in the world of cultivating immortals in Kyoto, he had never enjoyed such special treatment, and he felt extremely majestic at this moment.

However, when the grandfather and grandson saw Yang Fan's calm and calm appearance, they immediately coughed twice, put away the expression on their faces, and looked serious.

"My lord, this way please."

During this concentrating period, the old man was very polite and invited Yang Fan and the three to the private seats of the auction.

The private seats are relatively front, with luxurious seats and considerate service.

In addition to the elegant seats, there are also VIP rooms on the half-air and other sides, which are extremely luxurious.

"If there is any request, the miraculous doctor can order his servants to do it."

After the old man in the concentration period finished explaining, he left with a smile on his face.

Yang Fan sent him away politely, and then began to inspect the huge auction.

At this moment, the auction has not yet started, and one-third of the people are already seated, and the people in the private seats and ordinary seats can all be seen.

But the people in the VIP room are protected by a formation. If it is turned on, they can hide their identities and cannot easily visit.

The three of Yang Fan were sitting in the second row of the private seat, which was relatively near the front. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a few familiar people, most of whom were well-known immortal cultivators in the capital.

As the number one legendary genius doctor in Kyoto, Yang Fan's reputation is naturally not small. His arrival has aroused whispers from many people nearby.

"Did you see that, that is the owner of Xianhong Medical Center, who is known as the number one legendary pharmacist in Kyoto..."

"I've heard it before, but I didn't expect it to be so young..."

"Number one in Kyoto? Is his medical skills really superior to the other three long-famous doctors?" Some people questioned.

"Huh, you didn't see this. That day at the gate of Xianhong Medical Center, I saw with my own eyes Miracle Doctor Yang perform the magical art of 'returning from the dead'. Not only that, he also cured the strange disease of the second princess of the Yan Palace who had died for many years. !"

"By the way, I heard that in recent days, Doctor Lu, one of the three great doctors in Kyoto, was offered a reward of one penny, and was assassinated successfully.

Soon, these people excitedly talked about other rumors and gossip in Kyoto.

The death of Miracle Doctor Lu seems to have become a big laughing stock in the capital.

"This miracle doctor Lu has been famous for a long time, but he never expected that he would die so worthlessly. He bought his head for a penny. This matter is really strange..."

An elderly monk sighed softly.

Yang Fan closed his eyes and rested his mind, secretly unfolding his senses, listening to the discussions and disputes of these people.

Although a considerable part of what these people talk about is gossip, some changes in the situation in Kyoto can also be analyzed from it.

The three of them waited for a while, and more and more people came to the auction, and all forces and tyrannical monks in the capital came here.

More than [-]% of the monks participating in this auction are monks who are above the stage of concentrating, and almost half of the elite monks in the capital are gathered.

At first, Yang Fan just closed his eyes and rested his mind, but at a certain moment, he suddenly felt a needle-like gaze.

His heart trembled, in this capital, besides Miracle Doctor Lu, what other big enemies did he have?

Looking sideways, Yang Fan followed his senses and quickly settled on the VIP room on the left.

The VIP room is suspended in the air, the formation is not fully opened, but the sound is isolated, so that people from the outside can see the people inside.

At this moment, in front of the mahogany railing of the VIP room, stood a young man in white, with a jade-like face and sword-like brows, exuding a bit of arrogance.

Yang Yu!

Yang Fan's expression changed slightly. This person is Yang Yu, the young master of the Yang family in Kyoto.

This kid's progress is extraordinary. During the last "Wen Tian Conference", Yang Fan guessed that he was in the early to middle stage of Concentration, but now he has cultivated to the late stage of Concentration.

As expected of a child of a big family, he has extraordinary aptitude, coupled with abundant resources for cultivating immortals, countless spiritual pills, worry-free exercises, and the guidance of famous teachers, his progress can be said to be rapid.

However, compared with Yang Fan, he is still nothing.

In more than a year, Yang Fan has cultivated from a useless person to the present Dzogchen Dzogchen, which is even better than this son

Thinking of this, the corners of Yang Fan's mouth curled up slightly, and he looked back without looking too much.

Seeing this, Yang Yu frowned, and he caught a trace of contempt in Yang Fan's eyes.

How dare a monk in the Qi refining stage belittle me?
A sternness flashed in Yang Yu's eyes.

"He is the number one legendary pharmacist in Kyoto. I heard that Yu'er dealt with him in Yangjiabao?"

In the middle of the wing room, a majestic middle-aged man in fine clothes said lightly.

"What? He is the number one legendary pharmacist in Kyoto!" Yang Yu was extremely shocked, with an unbelievable look: "Isn't he that useless person from Yangjiabao?"

"If you are a father, can there be falsehood?" The middle-aged man said calmly, with a sense of power overflowing from his words.

The entire VIP room where the Yang family was located fell silent for a moment.

Yang Yu's father is the contemporary patriarch of the Yang family in Kyoto, a big man with real power

"Yes, the boy doesn't dare to doubt his father's words, it's just too unbelievable. In just over a year, he has transformed from a useless person to the number one legendary pharmacist in Kyoto..."

Yang Yu said in amazement.

"There are countless geniuses in this world, not to mention he is the son of 'Yang Tian'..."

The head of the Yang family said indifferently, when the name "Yang Tian" was mentioned, he could see his slightly trembling hands, and a glint of sternness flashed in his eyes.

"According to rumors, this son has been taught by an extraordinary person. Otherwise, no matter how talented he is, he would not be able to learn extraordinary medical skills without a teacher. I heard that the plaque of Xianhong Medical Center was inscribed by the expert behind him. , Rumors can make people enlightened. It’s just that I don’t bother to go, Yu’er, take the time to go and have a look.”

"A plaque that makes people realize?" Yang Yu looked disbelieving, but promised: "My child will find time to see it."

"By the way, father, I don't know who the 'Yang Tian' you are talking about is? It seems very special. I asked Mr. Xu, and he said that he would tell me later..."

Yang Yu asked curiously.

When father and Mr. Xu mentioned the name "Yang Tian", their expressions would change obviously.

"Yang Tian? Don't mention this person in the future." The head of the Yang family changed his face and said sternly.

Not a single word was mentioned.

"Yes, my child understands."

Yang Yu suddenly understood that Yang Fan's father was probably a taboo in the family, and it would be better not to mention it in front of the family elders in the future.

"Fortunately, this son is really a pharmacist, but let's not neglect to monitor him..."

The head of the Yang family swept his eyes over the two elders beside him, and secretly transmitted his spiritual sense, as if discussing something.

Yang Yu stared sideways at Yang Fan for a moment, smiled coldly, with a hint of shift and contempt, and secretly said: "The number one legendary pharmacist in Kyoto? Hmph, next time I go to Yangjiabao, I will definitely be at the 'Wen Tian Conference', Killing your two brothers..."

At the same time, when he was observing Yang Fan, he felt something familiar and strange, as if he had seen someone with a similar temperament somewhere.

However, after all, he did not associate Yang Fan with the man who was hunted down by the family when he was in Xiuyu Pavilion.

At this moment, in the eyes of the high-level monks of the Yang family in the capital, Yang Fan is still an insignificant pharmacist in the qi refining period, who is like an ant. If he hadn't been afraid of the unknown Yang Tian and the nonexistent strange man, he might have killed him a long time ago. obliterate.

While Yang Fan was meditating, there was a commotion behind him, as if some important person had come over.

"Haha, Yaoshi Yang is here too."

As soon as Yang Fan turned his head, he heard a familiar voice and a rush of arrogance.

The person who came was Yan Wang Yu Wenlie, and there were two people accompanying him, one of them was the stunning second princess, Yu Wenxin, who was full of infinite mystery.

The other person was an old man with rosacea in sackcloth, carrying a medicine basket on his back, several storage bags around his waist, and a heavy mortal aura on his body, making it difficult for people to confirm that he was a cultivator.

"My lord, there are two princesses."

Yang Fan got up quickly, saluted with a smile, but his eyes fell on the face of the old man in sackcloth with a bad nose, and he already had some guesses in his heart.

"Hehe, this is Dongfang Pharmacist."

Yu Wenlie said with a smile on his face.

Oriental pharmacist, one of the three great doctors in Kyoto?

The guess in Yang Fan's heart was affirmed, and he quickly saluted and greeted Dongfang Pharmacist.

"Hey, not bad..."

The oriental pharmacist had a wretched look on his face, squinting his eyes and looking at him a few times.

When Yang Fan looked at this person face to face, he felt a strange feeling, but he couldn't explain clearly.

The three people from Prince Yan's Mansion took their seats in front of Yang Fan. They were noble, and they were also seated in the elegant seats.

Yang Fan, as a guest pharmacist in Yanwangfu, naturally had to discuss medical skills with an oriental pharmacist.

After some conversation, Yang Fan found that this old man from the East was very knowledgeable, and when he talked about certain issues, he could always hit the nail on the head. From this aspect, it seemed that the old man with a hunchback in Yihe Village didn't need to talk about it.

It's just that the old man Dongfang is a monk in the concentration stage, while the old man with a hunchback in Yihe Village is mostly a high-level monk, and there is a huge difference in cultivation between the two.

"My little old man is curious, where did Yang Yaoshi's theory of 'Nine Suspension Profound Veins' come from?"

When Dongfang Pharmacist mentioned this question, he was obviously very curious and looked at Yang Fan with strange eyes.

"This... is from the extraordinary man who taught me my medical skills."

Yang Fan had no choice but to continue fooling around.

It is still beneficial for him to walk in the world with an extravagant and extraordinary person behind him.

"A strange person?" Dongfang Pharmacist narrowed his eyes even more: "What are the characteristics of that person? He is not a bun on his head, but an old monster with long horns..."

Yang Fan was shocked when he heard this.

There is a long bag on the head and raw horns on the bag. How can there be such a weird person in this world?

Seeing Yang Fan's expression, Dongfang Pharmacist nodded with a half-smile and didn't speak any more.

Yang Fan was baffled, but he didn't show it on the surface, and said with a smile: "That man won't let me reveal any information about him."

"Understood, understood." Dongfang Pharmacist smiled mysteriously, his appearance was extremely wretched.

Yang Fan was speechless, why did he feel that the description was getting darker and darker.

"Dear guests, friends from all walks of life, the bimonthly auction of 'Yunfeng Treasure Pavilion' begins..."

At this moment, a fat-faced monk shouted at the front desk.

This fat-faced monk is a monk in the late stage of concentrating. His eyes are like torches, his voice is loud, and his fat face is abnormally rosy.

On both sides of him stood four monks, wearing defensive spirit weapons and holding flying swords, their eyes were sharp and vigilant.

Following his words, the auction immediately fell silent.

"Before the official start of this conference, welcome the presence of the 'Dark Blood Dynasty' Yintian Monarch."

The fat-faced monk raised his hand slightly, and looked at a certain location in the nearby seating area with awe-inspiring eyes.

The Dark Blood Dynasty, the Hidden King?
Yang Fan was extremely surprised, and everyone in the audience was also a sensation, but immediately became quiet and terrifying.

Yan Wang Yu Wenlie also looked surprised, and looked in the direction that the fat-faced monk was facing along with everyone.

I saw a mysterious man wearing a black mask sitting in the middle of the first row of private seats.

This mysterious man has a unique temperament, a tall and straight figure, and his eyes are dark and dull, which can't make any waves, and they don't have any emotional color for a long time, giving people a feeling of extreme indifference.

When the spiritual consciousness of some monks on the field visited the past, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without knowing the reality.

Yang Fan sat in the second row, very close to him, and also couldn't see through his reality.

"He is the legendary Dark Blood King?" Someone asked in amazement, "Why have I never heard of his name?"

King Yan lowered his voice and said: "The Dark Blood Dynasty has three kings, they are the three kings of Sutian, Mending, and Yintian. Among them, the king of Yintian is the most mysterious. For some reason, he will appear in the auction today. This is really unusual."

With the appearance of this dark blood king, all major forces in the capital at the auction were in a commotion, and the faces of all high-level figures changed.

"Why does the most mysterious Hidden Heaven King appear here? Could it be that he also wants to compete for the Foundation Establishment Pill..."

Even the forces at the level of the four major immortal cultivating families in Kyoto are a little worried.

The Dark Blood Dynasty, in the capital, has unfathomable strength. Although the history of the organization is not long, its tyranny, terror, and mystery are enough to make the four major cultivating families in Kyoto fearful.

The fat-faced monk glanced at everyone indifferently, and said: "Now, I am starting to auction the first item. This is a rare panacea called 'Poison Soaking Pill'. After taking it, it can increase the resistance to poisons in the world. resistance, and can even be directly immune to ordinary poison techniques."

Poison pill!
The audience roared, and the first item at the opening was such a rare panacea.

"Poison elixir, the starting price is one hundred spirit stones! The auction starts now."

The fat-faced monk slapped the mahogany table in front of him heavily.

"150!"

Immediately someone raised the sign, with a hint of excitement in his words.

"Two hundred spirit stones!"

"250!"

……

The rare panacea has extraordinary efficacy, which has aroused the interest of many people, and even some forces participated in it.

Hearing the name of "Zhi Du Pill", Yang Fan showed a strange expression. This pill has a formula in "Alchemy", and the ingredients are a little difficult, but there are many substitutes for some of the ingredients.

If he wanted to refine it, he was confident that he could do it too.

Instead, he watched with cold eyes, to see how much the poison elixir could sell.The effect of this pill is miraculous, but for him who has the special physique of "Sheng Nong's Body", it is useless.

"Five hundred spirit stones!"

"Six hundred!"

"Eight hundred!"

The price climbed up little by little, which was beyond Yang Fan's expectation.

In the end, this poison-soaking pill was raised to a high price of [-] spirit stones, and there were not many people following the price at this moment.

"Two thousand spirit stones!"

Suddenly, a confident voice came from the VIP room on Yang Fan's left.

"The Yang family in Kyoto..."

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback.

"Two thousand spirit stones? Is there a higher one?" The fat-faced Taoist priest asked again and again, but no one raised the price, so he announced: "The first item, the poison pill, belongs to the VIP room No. [-]."

"Father, isn't the price of these two thousand spirit stones a bit high?" Yang Yu asked.

The head of the Yang family smiled lightly: "It's a little higher, but this is the first item in the auction, and it's not an ordinary item. At the same time, it can enhance my family's reputation in the world of cultivating immortals in Kyoto."

"Father is still thoughtful." Yang Yu smiled and said with admiration.

"Hehe, I'll take this 'poison pill' for you. In the future, when you walk in the world of cultivating immortals, it can also increase your life-saving capital."

The head of the Yang family looked at his son lovingly.

"Thank you, Father Ron."

Yang Yu was overjoyed, he got the Poison Pill worth two thousand spirit stones just like that.

……

"The second item is now being auctioned. This is an ancient fan, but it is incomplete. It was originally a magic weapon..."

The fat-faced monk began to describe it vividly again, which attracted the attention of many monks on the field.

Yang Fan stared at the second item, an incomplete ancient fan, which lost most of its original power, and is now roughly equivalent to a high-grade spiritual weapon.

After a brief analysis, the material of this incomplete magic weapon is good, but it is unavoidably difficult for low-level monks to use it, especially for monks in the foundation building stage.

The magic weapon, after all, is used by high-ranking monks.

However, as soon as this treasure came out, the eyes of the few monks in the foundation stage immediately lit up.

"The starting price is three hundred spirit stones! The bidding begins." The fat-faced monk said loudly.

"One thousand spirit stones!" Someone in the east wing immediately echoed, as if they had a lot of courage.

Adding up to [-] spirit stones at once made the field silent for a while, but soon someone increased the price:
"One thousand two hundred spirit stones!"

"One thousand and five hundred spirit stones!"

The rest of the masters in the foundation building period were also unambiguous.

Yang Fan shook his head, he didn't intend to buy this ancient fan, it wasn't suitable for him, and he didn't want to offend these foundation-building masters in the world of cultivating immortals in Kyoto.

However, he looked at Yu Wenxin with interest, and said with a smile, "Xin'er is also interested in coming to see this auction."

According to his understanding, Yu Wenxin is not a person who likes to join in the fun, and her mysterious and holy temperament seems to echo the ancient starry sky, which is also incompatible with the noisy environment here.

"I didn't plan to come to this auction..." Yu Wenxin said with a confused face: "But last night, Xin'er had a strange dream... Let me come here today, saying that there is something that belongs to me." thing."

"There is such a thing?" Yang Fan looked surprised, half-believing.

Yu Wenlie smiled and said, "Yang Yaoshi, don't take it seriously, it's just a dream."

(The second update is 5000 words, today is considered a small explosion, hehe, come if you have a ticket)
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