Cultivation of immortality starts from falling into a trap

Wang Feng, looking at a big signboard with the word "dang" floating next to the door, was also curious, and he wanted to go in to see what this store was doing.

"Brother Feng, I know what this store does. This is a monk's shop.

It can be used in an emergency, discounting important items that you don't want to sell to the store, and redeeming them at a higher price within a specified date.

Lin Qiao'er, looking at Wang Feng's puzzled eyes, explained directly without waiting for him to ask.

"Let's go, go over and have a look. "

Wang Feng, after listening to Lin Qiaoer's story, I was relieved and interested.

"You bully people, I'm not going to do it. At

this time, the apricot-eyed girl had tears in her eyes, which made people feel pity unconsciously.

I saw that his slender hand gently patted a delicate embroidered cloth bag tied around his waist, and suddenly seven or eight items disappeared from his hand.

Wang Feng's eyes flashed, and he thought of the storage bag hanging on his chest.

"Little girl, please be careful. I'm doing business, and I'm talking about integrity.

If you don't agree with the price given, you can leave, so why bully people.

This useless magic weapon fragment still wants to be thirty lower-grade spirit stones, so it's better for Daoyou to keep it for yourself. "

The shopkeeper is a young man with a folding fan in his hand, and his voice is also gentle.

With a throw of his right hand, a palm-sized fiery red fragment with no rules at all arrived on the table in front of the girl, spinning alone.

"Hmph!"

the girl snorted, and no longer arguing, grabbed the fiery red fragment on the table, put it in her arms, turned and left the storefront.

"The fiery red fragment, why does it give me such a familiar feeling, could it be..."

Wang Feng's gaze, although he only glanced at the fiery red fragment slightly, when it coincided with something in his mind, he was shocked.

"Qiao'er, let's keep up.

Wang Feng pulled Qiao'er, who was looking east, and chased in the direction where the aqua blue figure at the door left.

"Two fellow Daoists, if you have anything to do, come in and talk... How can you say that you can just leave?" The

shopkeeper saw Wang Feng and Lin Qiao'er, who had just stepped into the store, turned around and was about to leave, and wanted to solicit business, but before he could finish speaking, the two disappeared.

The apricot-eyed girl, after leaving the store, hurriedly walked to another store in Fang City.

At this moment, a clear voice came from the right rear: "I don't know you, how many spirit stones are missing?"

The apricot-eyed girl turned her head in a panic, and a pair of apricot eyes looked at Wang Feng's body.

I saw a handsome young man in a cyan robe, followed by a girl of the same age as himself.

At this time, the young man looked at himself calmly.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean?" The

apricot-eyed girl looked at the young man in front of her vigilantly, feeling as if she had seen it somewhere.

"Fellow Daoists, don't get me wrong. We've just seen it in front of the shop, and when you put away a fiery red fragment, can you take a look at it?

I'm a person who doesn't have any hobbies, so I'm just collecting some unknown gadgets.

Wang Feng looked at the girl in front of him and said calmly.

"Daoyou, do you mean this?" The

apricot-eyed girl looked at Wang Feng's clear eyes, and she didn't feel a good feeling, reached into her arms, took out the fiery red fragment again, and held it in her hand.

Wang Feng hurriedly stepped forward to pick it up, and put it under his eyes and looked at it carefully.

The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, and by the end he was basically sure that this fiery red fragment was a small piece of the Zhentian Monument that he had seen in that broken space.

"This fiery red fragment is like a magic weapon and an illegal treasure, which is very interesting. I don't know how many spirit stones are willing to make a move.

Wang Feng looked at it, handed the fiery red fragment back to the girl's hand, and asked seemingly casually.

The apricot-eyed girl lowered her head, her eyes flashing with a glimmer of struggle, this fiery red fragment had been obtained by his brother at the risk of his life.

I didn't want to sell it, but now I finally saw a pecan, and it could be bought by other monks at any time.

"My brother's life is the most important thing, what am I hesitating about!" The

apricot-eyed girl quickly convinced herself in her heart, and her eyes showed a determined light.

"Thirty lower-grade spirit stones, this fiery red fragment is Daoyou's. The

apricot-eyed girl raised her head, looked at Wang Feng, and replied in a resolute tone.

"Okay, thirty lower-grade spirit stones are thirty lower-grade spirit stones.

My Taoist friend just put it away in the pawnshop, and there is also a "Detailed Explanation of the Elementary Five Elements Technique", I don't know if I can give it to the following.

When Wang Feng said this, his face was also slightly hot, and he also felt that he was a little bit of an inch.

"Okay, Daoyou is refreshing, I'm not a stingy person, just give it to you.

Hearing this, the apricot-eyed girl patted the storage bag on her waist without much thought, took out a booklet, held it in her hand and handed it to Wang Feng along with the fiery red fragments.

After receiving the fiery red fragment and the "Detailed Explanation of the Elementary Five Elements Technique", Wang Feng whispered a few words in Lin Qiao'er's ear beside him.

Lin Qiao'er obediently stepped forward and took out her small cloth bag, counted out thirty low-level spirit stones, and handed them to the almond-eyed girl.

The apricot-eyed girl took the spirit stone, was stunned for a moment, looked at Wang Feng and then at Lin Qiaoer, with a look of surprise on her face.

Wang Feng also suddenly felt that the gazes of the monks around him had a hint of inexplicable meaning.

After this incident, Wang Feng was still in the mood to hang out, so he hurriedly pulled Lin Qiao'er out of the crowd and walked in the direction of the bamboo house.

When I returned to the bamboo hut again, the shadows of the trees were already overlapping, and the moon was hanging high.

Bidding farewell to Qiao'er's mother and daughter, Wang Feng returned to his bamboo hut again, carefully covered the door, and came to his secret cultivation place through the passage under the bed.

I can't wait to take the fiery red fragment I just got and take a closer look at it in front of me again.

This fragment is the part of the Zhentian Monument close to the ground, and Wang Feng saw the content depicted on the surface of the Zhentian Monument in detail at that time.

Wang Feng's thoughts were flying in his heart, but he couldn't figure out a clue.

As soon as the thought turned, the fiery red fragment in his hand disappeared in front of his eyes and appeared in the meta-core space.

When the fiery red fragment arrived, it seemed to have its own spirituality, and it disappeared into the ground in a flash.

"This..."

Wang Feng opened his mouth wide, and did not close it for a long time.

No matter how much his mind searched, he could not find out where the fiery red fragment was just now.

Wang Feng, who had a depressed face, had no choice but to give up and start today's Shangqing Yuangong cultivation ......

For Wang Feng in cultivation, three days was only a few times when the sun rose and the moon hidden.

During this period, Wang Feng did not give up, although the fragment of the "Zhentian Monument" could not be found, it must be wrong somewhere in the meta-core space.

Thinking along this line of thought, Wang Feng hit the idea on the changes in the meta-core space, and under this research, it also made a big gain.

Now that Wang Feng is in the meta-core space, he can mobilize the power of the spatial barrier at will, and it is the kind that he can do as he wants, which makes him inexplicably surprised.

I was even more looking forward to getting the remaining fragments of the Zhentian Monument, but it was a pity that I forgot to ask the other party that day where this fragment went.

Let it sigh.

Wang Feng, who had just finished his cultivation early that morning, had not had time to wash up, so Qiao'er knocked on the door.

After some washing, Wang Feng and Qiao'er walked together in the direction of Wanbaolou.

There was already a crowd of people in front of Wanbao Building, and there was a team of Tsing Yi guys from Wanbao Building who were responsible for inspection and reception in front of the door.

Under Qiao'er's repeated advice, Wang Feng said goodbye to him, and under the leadership of a young man in Tsing Yi, he walked into the internal auction hall of Wanbaolou.

The auction hall is located in the underground of Wanbao Building, Wang Feng followed closely behind the young man in Tsing Yi, and after a few turns, a circular space similar to the Colosseum in Rome came into view.

In the middle is a cylindrical platform, and this is where the auctioneer stands.

Around the perimeter of the cylindrical platform are rows of layered seats from bottom to top.

Wang Feng made a rough calculation in his heart, at least accommodating tens of thousands of people would not be a problem.

Obviously, Wanbao Building does not seem to occupy much land from the outside, but it can build such an auction space underground.

Wang Feng didn't have to think about it to know that the formation mage must have arranged the space formation of Mustard Na Sumeru.

While passing through the portal, Wang Feng received a cloak.

According to the young man in Tsing Yi, this is a low-level magic weapon that can resist the prying eyes of the gods, and it will be returned to the auction house afterwards.

Wang Feng put it on top of his head, and through the draped curtain, he could still clearly see the situation outside, which made Wang Feng noncommittal about his low-level magic weapon.

Wang Feng casually sent the little guy in Tsing Yi away, found a seat to the side and sat down.

The little guy in Tsing Yi was also very conscious, confessed, and retreated.

Wang Feng sat in his seat and glanced around, and the seats around him were already full of people so far.

There were acquaintances who bowed their heads and said something together, but most of the monks were alone there meditating.

With the existence of cloaks, Wang Feng couldn't distinguish their specific appearances, looked around, and also withdrew his gaze.

About another stick of incense passed, and a refreshing bell chime sounded.

The auction hall suddenly fell silent, Wang Feng also opened his eyes, looked around again, and the seats were basically full.

On the cylindrical platform in the center, there was already a bewitching young woman in a red brocade robe standing on it.