Xianhong Road

Chapter 209 Invitation of the Dark Blood King

At this moment, the dark blood "Hidden Heaven King", who had been sitting quietly for a long time, finally made a move.

Establishing Jidan, it turned out that his goal was Zhujidan.

One bid is 1 yuan of spirit stones, the so-called rarity is the most expensive, this is almost the value that a foundation building pill should have.

Following his words, the audience fell silent, and the major forces in the capital began to whisper, and they had no intention of bidding for the time being.

"Why did the Dark Blood Dynasty intervene in this matter?"

In the camp of the Yang family in Jingdu, the patriarch and the elders all looked at each other in blank dismay.

They accumulated strength and gave up some previous auction items. They originally planned to compete for the Foundation Establishment Pill at the last moment, but they ignored the existence of the "Hidden King".

"Ten thousand spirit stones, is there any higher one?"

The fat-faced monk looked at King Yintian with awe, and then patrolled around with a solemn expression.

The entire auction was silent for a moment, but no one participated in the end.

"The master behind this Yunfeng Pavilion is the Dark Blood Dynasty, we don't need to compete with it. And the Dark Blood Dynasty can't be offended easily..."

In the VIP room where the Yuwen family lived, Yuwen Rouxiu said in a low voice with a calm face.

Yu Wenlin put away the arrogance on his face, nodded and said: "Miss is right."

Immediately, he sighed again, feeling a little helpless.

He is currently in the stage of concentrating on the Great Perfection, if he can get a foundation building pill, he will have great confidence to enter the foundation building stage.

If he can enter the foundation building period, then with his current age and achievements, he will be close to the top three rookies of Yuyang Country, and even be among them, becoming the fourth pick.

It's a pity...with the intervention of the Hidden Heaven Sovereign, he is doomed to miss this Foundation Establishment Pill.

"If no one raises the price, then this Foundation Establishment Pill will belong to the 'Hidden Heaven Sovereign'."

The fat-faced monk breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed deeply to the mysterious masked man sitting in the first row to express his respect.

Until the end, no one objected or bid.

Yang Fan sat in the back, staring at the unfathomable Hidden King, feeling a little strange.

All the spiritual visits on the field, as long as they approached the hidden king of the mysterious mask, they would disappear without a trace like stone sinking into the sea.

"Sure enough, it's not what I expected. After all, I'm alone and weak, and I can't snatch this Foundation Establishment Pill from the cracks of many forces..."

Yang Fan felt a little regretful, but he was not disappointed. This result was already in his expectation.

However, he gained a lot from this auction. He got ten third-order talisman seals and a pair of mysterious boots of unknown origin.

As for the Foundation Establishment Pill, he had no choice but to try to refine it by himself, since the materials were basically ready anyway.

"My lord, Zhu Jidan, please put it away."

The fat-faced monk asked the monk to send Jidan over, with an extremely respectful look.

The corner of the mysterious man's mouth was slightly pursed, and under the gaze of many eyes on the field, he took Zhu Jidan.

His calm, indifferent eyes lightly swept across the crowd on the field, and there was a vague attitude of dominating the world.

Yang Fan met his eyes, and found that the "King of the Hidden Heaven" had glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally. This feeling was very subtle, but the people next to Yang Fan did not have this feeling.

The successful auction of Foundation Establishment Pill also means that the auction has come to an end, and the major forces and casual cultivators have dispersed.

"Yang Yaoshi, long time no see, how have you been?"

When he first appeared on the stage, a beautiful woman with an elegant demeanor in a water-blue dress came over.

"I didn't expect Miss Yuwen to still miss Yang." Yang Fan smiled and said very politely.

The woman in front of her is Yu Wenrou, the eldest lady of the Yuwen family, whom she met at Xianhong Medical Center last time.

"Let me introduce to you, this is my Senior Brother Yu Wenlin."

Yu Wenrou introduced to Yang Fan the man next to him who was wearing a purple robe and had an extraordinary appearance.

Yang Fan had seen Yu Wenlin before at the auction. Now that Yu Wenrou introduced him, he naturally didn't neglect him and said a few polite words.

However, although Yu Wenlin maintained the basic etiquette on the surface, there was a hint of arrogance in Shen Yun, and he didn't pay much attention to Yang Fan. After saying a few words, he left hand in hand with Yu Wenrou.

When they met for the first time, Yang Fan didn't have a good impression of him. He understood Yu Wenrou's intentions, and he probably wanted to pave the way for his future trip to Jiuyou.

"Master Pharmacist, Pavilion Master wants to see you?"

When he reached the gate of Yunfeng Treasure Pavilion, the old man in the concentration stage greeted him.

"The owner of the pavilion?" Yang Fan secretly said: "Could it be the owner of the 'Yunfeng Treasure Pavilion'?"

As the number one legendary pharmacist in Kyoto, people often want to see him, and he can't refuse people with high status.

"Yes, the Pavilion Master has something important to discuss with you."

The old man in the concentrating period said solemnly.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Yang Fan nodded, greeted Yan Wang, Yu Wenxin and others, and then returned to "Yunfeng Pavilion" with the old man in the concentrating period.

Under the leadership of the old man in the concentration period, Yang Fan walked to the seventh floor of the Yunfeng Pavilion. Because it is a tower building, the space above it is getting smaller and smaller, but it is more luxuriously decorated.

"You can go down."

On the seventh floor, there was an ice-cold woman in Tsing Yi who said calmly.

"Yes, Miss Lingfeng."

The old man in the concentrating period was very respectful to the woman in Tsing Yi, bowed and retreated.

"Please come in, pharmacist, the king is waiting inside."

The girl named Lingfeng sized Yang Fan up a few times, and a strange look flashed in her pretty eyes, and she was still a little puzzled.

"King?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned, and secretly said: "Isn't it the pavilion master? Why is he now a king? Could it be the king of the Dark Blood Dynasty?"

Lingfeng is obviously a cold beauty, without explaining, she brought Yang Fan to an elegant and simple living room.

"My lord, he has come."

Lingfeng went in first to inform the people inside, but her tone was soft and respectful.

"Let him in."

A slightly hoarse male voice came.

"Yes."

Lingfeng quickly raised her hand to signal for Yang Fan to enter, and bowed to exit by herself.

Yang Fan stepped into this living room, and saw a man wearing a black mask and a black robe, sitting on a chair, his eyes were emotionless, extremely indifferent.

"It's you... the Hidden Heaven King!"

Yang Fan suddenly felt a pressure.

The most mysterious king of the dark blood dynasty would actually meet with him alone?

"Could it be that the Dark Blood Dynasty wanted to harm themselves because of the "Silver Killer" incident earlier?"

Yang Fan was a little apprehensive, but he expected that with the other party's identity, status, and strength, he should disdain to do so.

"Please sit down." Yintian King motioned.

His voice was a little hoarse, which seemed to be deliberately created...to cover up something.

This made Yang Fan feel strange.

Yang Fan took his seat and asked: "Dare to ask the king, what is the matter with Yang, a mere Qi-refining monk?"

"Qi refining period?" There was a hint of teasing in the words of the mysterious masked man, and he said lightly: "Your true cultivation level can be clearly seen in front of this lord. However, this lord also admires your concealment skills." , it seems that the effect is not worse than my 'Void Filling Sky Technique'."

Yang Fan's complexion changed drastically when he heard this, his dead wood kung fu has been cultivated to such a level, and his level of spiritual consciousness is not low at this moment, unexpectedly he can't hide it from the other party's eyes.

"The king is really good, and I'm afraid he has stepped into the ranks of high-ranking monks." Yang Fan tentatively said: "In terms of concealment skills, how can Yang be better than Your Excellency who is named 'Hidden Sky'?"

"Hehe." The mysterious man smiled lightly, as if very happy, looked at Yang Fan for a moment and said: "Not bad..."

He didn't deny Yang Fan's words, obviously he was a high-ranking monk standing at the top of the world of cultivating immortals.

Senior monk...

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was relieved. In this case, if the other party wanted his own life, there was no need to take such a big effort.

In the eyes of the strong at this level, low-level monks are no different from ants, even the high-level people in the foundation-building period are no exception.

The other party is both a high-level monk and an expert in concealment techniques, so it is normal for Yang Fan's real cultivation to be exposed.

"Dare to ask the king, what is the purpose of looking for Yang?"

Yang Fan remained calm and asked straightforwardly.

In front of the senior monks, he didn't intend to beat around the bush at all.

The mysterious man gave him a slightly appreciative look, and said softly: "My Dark Blood Dynasty invites you to join the organization, I wonder if you would like it?"

"Join the organization?"

Yang Fan was very surprised, with a strange look on his face: "I'm not a killer..."

"The Dark Blood Dynasty also needs pharmacists with excellent medical skills."

The mysterious man said as a matter of course.

"If your lord threatens with your life, Yang will naturally dare not refuse."

Yang Fan sighed lightly.

King Yintian smiled faintly: "You are straightforward enough, but this king declares that he will not force you to join."

"This...can you allow Yang to think about it."

Yang Fan said hesitantly.

"You'd better make a decision here, because the monarch may leave Kyoto in the near future."

"If Yang doesn't join, you really won't threaten my life?"

"Hehe, any high-ranking monk who sees the plaque hanging in front of your medical center should think twice before trying to attack you. How could my lord do such a stupid thing?"

The mysterious man smiled.

"Plaque?" Yang Fan was slightly taken aback, and then explained: "It was inscribed by a wonderful person who taught me, and he taught me medical skills."

"That unparalleled man is really impressive. In more than a year, not only has you changed your medical skills, but you have also made such achievements..."

The mysterious man sighed softly: "If there is a chance, I hope you can introduce me to the monarch."

"Junior understand." Yang Fan nodded, and in front of this unfathomable high-ranking monk, he changed his address to senior.

"Actually, joining the 'Dark Blood Dynasty' won't do you any harm, even your opponent Wushuang also joined..." the mysterious man said lightly.

"Even Wushuang joined the Dark Blood Dynasty?"

Yang Fan was surprised, with Wushuang's aloof and out-of-group personality, he would join an organization and be restrained by others.

"Yes, currently he is not an opponent of any of the three kings of the 'Dark Blood Dynasty', so he joined the organization, and he will not leave the organization until he surpasses us."

The mysterious man said slowly.

"Dare to ask the king, if I join the 'Dark Blood Dynasty', what benefits will I have?"

Yang Fan asked bluntly.

Without the drive of profit, who would join the organization for no reason?
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