Three hours passed soon.

Every time this time, the atmosphere in Penglai Sea Club is the warmest, and now it is no exception. Everyone knows that the last treasure is about to appear.

All eyes were on the auction table, all.

As a gentle and natural woman in green slowly walked onto the stage, the atmosphere below was suddenly ignited to the highest point.

"Ah? It turned out that Qingque came to host the host."

"It seems that this divine wood tripod is indeed here, and there will be no fake."

"How come the news released on Penglai Island is fake? It's just that Qingque hosted the auction, but I didn't expect it."

"She is much stronger than a hundred years ago. She has not only survived a disaster, but she seems to have changed a lot. Could she have realized the truth?"

"She is a soul cultivator, and that's really a rare one. There are no more than five cultivators who have realized the truth on the soul in the world of immortal cultivation."

"Yes, the soul enlightenment is extraordinary. Although she is only at the fourth level of the Tribulation Realm, she is afraid that it will be difficult to defeat the seventh level."

Several monks from the Tribulation Realm whispered, and like everyone else, their eyes were filled with desire.

The green bird walked slowly, with a flowing but elegant posture. He walked to the middle and stopped and looked at the audience, but his eyes were not calm and a little melancholy.

Even sad.

Such a gaze naturally cannot escape the observation of the people below.

Many people were surprised, and a little unbearable, and they were already shouting.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

"Isn't there a Divine Wood Cauldron?"

Qingque shook his head gently and smiled slightly, "Of course not, Penglai Island will not lie."

She raised her hand slightly, and the Divine Wood Cauldron appeared on the auction table. It was solemn and ancient, with no light, but it was full of magnificence. Anyone who saw it knew it was extraordinary.

Those monks from the Tribulation Realm were finally excited.

"Yes, it's indeed the Divine Wood Cauldron!"

"The magic weapon of heaven, I finally saw the magic weapon of heaven!"

"No matter what, you have to get it, you have to get it!"

Zhang Tiebai stood up, looking a little fanatical, and so was Guan Hong.

"If you have any work, I will pay 500,000 yuan in stone."

A calm voice sounded from the east corner, and a monk in gray slowly raised his hand and smiled at the green bird.

The monk was in an ordinary figure and had a very ordinary appearance. He was afraid that no one would recognize him when he was left in the crowd. But as soon as he opened his mouth, the noisy venue suddenly became quiet. Almost no one dared to disrespect him in the hundreds of people here.

Kunlun, Zheng Daoxuan.

One of the eight elders of the Presbyterian Church is one of the most powerful people in the world of immortal cultivation, and of course, his strength is also so.

"Amitabha."

A low chant sounded in the west corner, and an old monk politely politely said, "I give 800,000 yuan stones."

The old monk was haggard, as if his skin was covered with bones, his eyes were as calm as water without waves, and he had no feelings. What was strange was that there were eighty-one incense burning ring scars on the top, like a flying dragon.

Tianlong Temple, Master Dazhi.

The first person in the world of immortal cultivation today is the most painful Zen person.

Suffering Zen is the most difficult and painful one in meditation. It is a Zen path that can only grow by constantly torture in pain. It is better to be willing to die than practice Suffering Zen. It is a saying that circulates the world of immortal cultivation. It can be seen that the pain of practicing Suffering Zen, but once something is achieved, the rewards will be unimaginable.

Some people have always said that the strongest in Tianlong Temple is not Long Zun, but him.

As soon as the two of them paid the price, the others shut up. This price was simply something that they could not even look up to.

"It's so rich."

"It will be 800,000 at once, and it will be less than half of all our sects sold."

"Then your sect is very good."

"Even the disciples are added..."

Zhang Tiebai was stunned for a moment and whispered, "Guan Hong, aren't you bidding yet?"

Guan Hong shook his head slightly and sighed, "We only have a little more than one million in total. Just wait, maybe it may not be possible."

Zheng Daoxuan turned around and bowed, smiled and nodded, "Master Dazhi said extraordinary, I can't fall behind, I will pay 900,000."

"One million."

The sound was like a wooden fish knocking out, and the entire hall was shaking and thudding.

Qingque on the stage looked at the two of them and smiled faintly, "My fellow Taoists, you are too anxious. I haven't told you the bottom price and the characteristics of this magic weapon. Once you have explained it clearly, it's not too late for you to take photos."

"What is the minimum price? Can the minimum price exceed one million?"

"Don't waste time, we're waiting to see!"

The audience became noisy, and the show started, so where could it be disturbed?

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

Looking at Qingque, Zheng Daoxuan smiled and bowed, and slowly sat down.

Master Dazhi sat down without saying a word. His sitting posture was very strange. His little toe was on the ground, and his whole body was pressing on a little toe. This is the most basic method of sitting in Ju Zen, and it will not change anywhere or at any time.

By the way, it is not because of the high level of sitting posture that saves effort. It is still all his strength, and his cultivation level is improved and his strength is also improved.

Qingque replied with a bow and said calmly, "Thank you all, the previous auction price is invalid. What I want to say below, please listen carefully. After hearing it clearly, make a decision to decide whether to shoot this divine wood tripod."

Hearing these words, the crowd below became a little uneasy.

"Is this tripod fake?"

"Not like, could there be something wrong, or it's broken?"

"If it is a damaged magic weapon, it will be a big discount, but it probably won't."

Qingque pointed to the Divine Wood Cauldron and said slowly, "Penglai Pavilion will not sell damaged magic weapons. The Divine Wood Cauldron is not bad, but is sealed by soul art."

"seal?"

"Soul Art?"

Some people are confused, while others are surprised.

"Soul art...that is the evil magic of the Demon Sect. It disappeared more than ten thousand years ago. How could it appear in this cauldron?"

"Is it not useful if it is sealed, or is it something else?"

"Things are a bit weird, and it seems that it is not an ordinary magic weapon."

The monks began to discuss, whether high or low, and the cultivators of the Tribulation Realm were no exception. Zheng Daoxuan looked at the Divine Wood Cauldron, and his expression gradually became solemn. He slowly said, "Qing Bird, is something sealed in the Divine Wood Cauldron?"

Master Dazhi obviously had the same doubts, but he didn't speak.

The green bird had a slight jaw, and it also had a lot of constipation, "Yes, as the two fellow Taoists expected, there was indeed something sealed in the Divine Wood Cauldron. No one expected it and it was something that had not appeared for many years."

Zheng Daoxuan seemed to have realized something, and his face suddenly stopped.

Master Dazhi closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and knocked his left hand with his dry fingers as dry as firewood.

The du, du, voice slowly rang out and spread throughout the hall, and everyone's heart was shocked.

Qingque nodded slightly and sighed, "It seems that you understand too."

Zheng Daoxuan couldn't help but shake his head and smiled bitterly, "It's hard not to understand when he heard the word "soul technique."

"What the hell is it, so mysterious?"

"Tell me quickly, is it a buy one get one free?"

Those who know are already thinking of countermeasures, while those who don’t know are still questioning.
Chapter completed!