A seal of immortality

Chapter 28 Auction

"No matter how good your control is, if you haven't experienced actual combat, it's nothing more than flamboyant fists and embroidered legs. It's useless if you look at it." At this moment, a slightly old voice sounded from behind Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng subconsciously turned around to take a look.

I saw an old man in yellow robe behind him at some point. The old man was only five or sixty years old. He was white-faced and beardless, full of energy, and there was no mana fluctuation on his body.

"Grandson pays respects to our ancestors," Wang Changsheng said loudly when he saw the yellow-robed old man, half kneeling on the ground.

"Sixth level of Qi Refining, that's right, you've been working hard on your cultivation these past few years!" The yellow-robed old man looked Wang Changsheng up and down, and praised him.

That's right, the old man in the yellow robe was Wang Huayuan, the foundation-builder of the Wang family. Wang Changsheng met the ancestor once by chance, so he quickly recognized his identity.

What made Wang Changsheng feel strange was that the ancestor Zhu Ji didn't retreat and cultivate in the family's important place, so why did he come here? Could it be that something major happened to the family, and he needed to come forward, which made Wang Changsheng a little worried.

Father's position as patriarch is inherently unstable, if there is a major issue that needs to be resolved by the ancestor of the foundation, I am afraid that father is not far away from abdicating the throne, and may even have already abdicated.

Thinking of this in his heart, Wang Changsheng's face remained unchanged, and he replied respectfully: "Thank you, ancestor, for your praise."

"Well, let him follow me at the auction the day after tomorrow!" The old man in yellow robe left behind a word, turned around and left.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng and Wang Mingzhan couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled at each other. Even if it was their own ancestor who established the foundation, the two were very nervous, especially Wang Changsheng, for fear that he would leave a bad impression on the ancestor, and even with The father followed suit.

"Changsheng, you're lucky," Wang Mingzhan patted Wang Changsheng on the shoulder and said in an envious tone.

"Lucky? Where do you say that?" Wang Changsheng looked confused.

"For this grand event, the administrator of Fang City held an auction. Those who can participate in the auction are all local immortal cultivators with reputation. Basically, only foundation-building monks can participate. The ancestor is willing to take you to participate in the auction. You say you Did you get lucky?"

Wang Changsheng's classical words suddenly dawned on him, and he asked, "Third Uncle, what do I need to do?"

"I haven't been there either, and I don't know if you ask me. Well, your strength is talisman making. If you can, you can draw some high-value talisman seals. Maybe you can come in handy." Wang Mingzhan thought for a while, Such a suggestion was given.

After hearing this, Wang Changsheng thanked him and left the backyard.

The original secret room was given over to the ancestor to rest, so Wang Changsheng made talismans in the room next to the secret room.

Two days later, "Come out quickly, it's time to go," Wang Changsheng was drawing talisman seals, when the old ancestor's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Wang Changsheng was naturally startled when he heard the words, quickly put away the talisman-making tools, opened the door and walked out.

At this time, Wang Huayuan in a yellow robe was standing outside the house.

Before Wang Changsheng had time to say hello to his ancestor, Wang Huayuan immediately turned around and left without saying anything.

Wang Changsheng didn't care about this, and hurriedly followed.

"I don't know what items will be auctioned in this auction," Wang Changsheng thought to himself on the way.

After half a stick of incense, Wang Changsheng followed his ancestors to an inn called Tongfu. More than a dozen immortal cultivators in uniforms surrounded the inn, and the whole inn was surrounded by a layer of faint golden light, like It's like being held upside down by a giant bowl.

An old woman who was nearly sixty years old, under the watchful eyes of the guards, walked slowly into it. The old woman was followed by two young and beautiful women. They were the Song family's Shuangjiao that Wang Changsheng had seen.

It was obviously the first time for the Song family's Shuangjiao to participate in the auction, and the two looked very excited.

Seeing the plump woman in red, Wang Changsheng couldn't help but take a second look, but then he thought of something, quickly withdrew his gaze, and walked in with his ancestor.

At this time, many immortal cultivators gathered in the wide hall, standing or sitting sparsely, mostly chatting together in small groups. Some immortal cultivators even wore masks and cloaks to cover their faces, as if Make people recognizable.

There is a square high platform in the center of the hall, and on the left and right sides of the high platform there is a staircase leading to the second floor. The Song family Shuangjiao followed the old woman from the stairs on the left to go up the stairs, while Wang Changsheng followed his ancestors to an empty seat on the left side of the hall. sat down.

"Wang Daoyou, you came so early!" A middle-aged Taoist priest with a mustache sat on Wang Huayuan's left, and said with a light smile. In his words, the two seemed to be very familiar, and they had met Wang Changsheng once. Huang Qiping stood next to him. Obviously, this middle-aged Taoist priest was a foundation-builder of the Huang family.

"It's not too late for you to come. By the way, why didn't Old Ghost Li come?" Wang Huayuan asked casually.

"Hey, isn't the old man here?" At this moment, a manly voice came over.

As soon as the words were finished, a fair-faced young Confucian scholar sat down beside the middle-aged Taoist priest and looked at Wang Huayuan with a smile. Beside the young Confucian scholar was a round-faced girl in her late teens.

"I'm talking about Old Ghost Li, who is over 100 years old, can you be more serious," Wang Huayuan said angrily, giving the young Confucian scholar a white look.

"The old man is willing, can you control it? You can practice Aoki Kung Fu if you have the ability!" The young Confucian scholar glared at Wang Huayuan and said with a smile.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Taoist smiled wryly. These two enemies quarreled as soon as they met, and those who didn't know thought they were enemies of life and death!Hastily said: "Li Daoyou, your nephew is good at cultivation! At a young age, you have the eighth level of Qi Refining."

"The children of your Huang family are also good, old man Wang, the little guy next to you at the sixth level of refining Qi is not a child of your Wang family!" The young Confucian scholar replied, his eyes swept over Wang Changsheng, and there was a playful look on his face color.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng's face was a little embarrassed, he was provoking someone.

"So what, my grandson is only 16 years old. It's not like your Li family. It's only the eighth level of Qi Refining. When I was old, I was already at the tenth level of Qi Refining." Wang Huayuan snorted softly and retorted.

"This old man established his foundation at the age of 29, and a certain person didn't even establish his foundation at the age of 29!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged Taoist couldn't laugh or cry, these two were really worrying.

Just as the quarrel between the two was about to escalate, a crisp copper bell echoed throughout the hall.

Wang Changsheng looked up and found that on the square high platform in the center of the hall, there was already a large purple-red wooden table, and a middle-aged man wearing a high crown was standing on the high platform.

"Welcome all fellow cultivators from the world of cultivating immortals to this auction. It's my honor, Li Tianxing, to preside over this year's Ascension to Immortals auction." The middle-aged man said, cupping his hands in all directions.

Although his voice was not too loud, it was incomparably heard by everyone in the audience, making the scene immediately quiet.

"The guests this time include both old customers in the past and newcomers who participated for the first time. Therefore, I will declare the rules of the transaction again. For the items in this auction, I will call out a base price of Lingshi, and everyone will use Lingshi In the auction, if you don't have enough spirit stones, you can also use other items of equivalent value as collateral, in a word, the highest bidder wins."

The middle-aged man paused, and then said: "Finally, after this auction of goods is over, it's time for everyone to trade freely. If you have any items that need to be exchanged and sold, you can come forward and display the transaction yourself. We will never Intervene, stop talking, and the next auction will begin!"

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man flipped his right hand, and there was an extra book in his hand.

(End of this chapter)