Chapter 205 The invitation of the Dark Blood King

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

The foundation-building pill turned out that his goal was the foundation-building pill.

Once you bid, you will get ten thousand spirit stones. The so-called rare things are precious, which is almost the value of a foundation-building pill.

As he spoke, the audience was silent, and the major forces in Kyoto also whispered, and there was no intention of bidding for the time being.

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

In the camp of the Yang family in Kyoto, the patriarchs and elders all looked at each other.

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

"Is there any higher one in ten thousand spirit stones?"

The fat-faced monk looked at the King of Yintian with awe, and then patrolled the four directions with a solemn expression.

The entire auction was cold for a moment, but no one participated.

"The person behind Yunfeng Bao Pavilion is the Dark Blood Dynasty, and we don't need to fight with it. Moreover, the Dark Blood Dynasty cannot easily offend..."

In the VIP room where the Yuwen family is located, Yuwen Rou looked calm and said in a low voice.

Yuwen Lin put away the arrogance on his face and nodded, "Miss is right."

Immediately, he sighed again, a little helpless.

He is now in the stage of great perfection of concentration. If he can obtain a foundation-building pill, he will be very confident that he will enter the foundation-building phase.

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

It’s a pity... King Yintian’s intervention is destined to be out of reach for this foundation-building pill.

"No one raises the price, so this foundation-building pill belongs to the 'Hidden Heaven King'."

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 behind, looking at the unfathomable King of Hidden Heaven, feeling a little strange.

All the spiritual visits on the field, as soon as they approach the mysterious mask, will sink into the sea like a stone and suddenly disappear without a trace.

"As long as I expected, I was weak after all, and could not grab this foundation-building pill from the cracks of many forces..."

Yang Fan felt a little regretful, but not disappointed, and this result was long before he expected.

However, he gained a lot at this auction, and obtained ten third-level talismans and a pair of mysterious boots of unknown origin.

As for the foundation-building pill, he had to try to refine it by himself. Anyway, the materials were basically ready.

"Sir, Foundation Building Pill, please keep it."

The fat-faced monk asked the monk to send the foundation-building pill over, looking extremely respectful.

The mysterious man pursed his lips slightly, and with the eyes of many eyes on the field, he took over the Foundation Establishment Pill.

His indifferent and ruthless eyes gently swept through everyone on the scene, and there was a faint attitude of dominating the world.

Yang Fan met his eyes and found that the "King of Hidden Heaven" looked 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 the Foundation Establishment Pill also means that the end of this auction will be the major forces and casual cultivators will disperse one after another.

"Yang Yaoshi, I haven't seen each other for many days, can I always be fine?"

When he first appeared, a beautiful woman wearing a water-blue long dress and elegantly walked over.

"I didn't expect Miss Yuwen to still remember Mr. Yang." Yang Fan smiled slightly and said politely.

The woman in front of me was Yuwen Rou, who met at Xianhong Medical Center last time, and the eldest lady of the Yuwen family.

"Let me introduce you to me. This is my senior brother Yuwen Lin."

Yuwen Rou introduced the man beside Yang Fan in a purple robe and extraordinary style.

Yang Fan had seen Yuwen Lin at the auction. At this moment, Yuwen Rou introduced him, so he naturally did not neglect and politely said a few words.

However, although Yuwen Lin maintained basic etiquette on the surface, there was a hint of arrogance between Shen Yun and did not pay attention to Yang Fan. He said a few words lightly, and then left hand in hand with Yuwen Rou.

When we first met, Yang Fan had no good impression of this. He understood Yuwen Rou's intention, probably to lay some prelude to the future trip to Jiuyou.

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

When we walked to the gate of Yunfeng Bao Pavilion, the old man from the concentrating stage had come over.

"Peace Master?" Yang Fan said intimately: "Can he be the pavilion master of 'Yunfeng Bao Pavilion'?"

As the number one legendary pharmacist in Kyoto, he often has people with high status, but he is not easy to refuse.

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

The old man in the concentration stage solemnly said.

"Okay, I'll go with you now."

Yang Fan nodded, greeted King Yan, Yuwen Xin and others, and then followed the old man in the Concentration Period to return to the "Yunfeng Bao Pavilion".

Under the leadership of the old man in the concentrating period, Yang Fan walked to the seventh floor of Yunfeng Bao Pavilion. Because it was a tower-shaped building, the space above was getting smaller and smaller, but the decoration was even more luxurious.

"You can go down."

There was a cold and frosty woman in green on the seventh floor, saying lightly.

"Yes, Miss Lingfeng."

The old man in the concentration stage was very respectful to the woman in blue and bowed back.

"Pharmacist, please come in, the king is waiting inside."

The girl named Lingfeng looked at Yang Fan 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 said to himself: "Isn't it the Pavilion Master? Why has he become a king now? Could it be that the king of the Dark Blood Dynasty?"

Ling Feng was obviously a cold beauty, and without explanation, she brought Yang Fan to an elegant and simple living room.

"King, he has come."

Ling Feng first went in to inform the people inside, but his tone was a little gentle and he was extremely respectful.

"Let him in."

A slightly hoarse man's voice came.

"yes."

Ling Feng quickly raised his hand and told Yang Fan to go in and bow and exit.

Yang Fan stepped into the living room and saw a man wearing a black mask and a black robe sitting upright on a chair, his eyes without any emotion and he was extremely indifferent.

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

Yang Fan suddenly felt a sense of pressure.

Will this most mysterious king of the Dark Blood Dynasty meet with him alone?

"Is it because of the previous "Silver Killer" that the Dark Blood Dynasty wanted to be unfavorable to it?"

Yang Fan was a little nervous, but he thought that with the other party's identity, status and strength, he should not bother to do this.

"Please sit down." King Yintian signaled.

His voice was a little hoarse, as if it was deliberately created... to cover up something.

This made Yang Fan feel strange.

Yang Fan took his seat and asked, "Dare you ask the king, what's wrong with finding a mere Qi Refining Cultivator in Yang?"

"Qi Refining Period?" There was a hint of sarcasm in the words of the mysterious masked man, and he said lightly: "Your true cultivation is fully visible in front of me. However, I admire your hidden art very much, it seems that it is not worse than my "Void Art"."

When Yang Fan heard this, his face changed drastically. His dead wood skills had already been cultivated to such a level, and his spiritual consciousness level was not low at this moment, and he could not hide it from the other party's eyes.

"The king is indeed amazing. I'm afraid he has entered the ranks of high-level monks." Yang Fan tentatively said: "When it comes to concealing art, how can Yang compare to the Lord who is named "Invisible Heaven"?"

"Haha." The mysterious man smiled gently, as if he was very happy. He looked at Yang Fan for a moment and said, "It's not bad..."

He did not deny Yang Fan's words, obviously he was a high-level monk standing at the top of this immortal world.

High-level monk...

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was relieved. In this case, the other party would not have to spend such a big time in wanting his own life.

In the eyes of strong people at this level, low-level monks are no different from ants. Even masters in the foundation-building stage are no exception.

The other party is both a high-level monk and an expert in concealment. It is normal for Yang Fan's true cultivation to be exposed.

"Dare you ask the king, what's the purpose of finding Yang?"

Yang Fan asked calmly and straightforwardly.

In front of the high-level monk, he had no intention of beating around the bush.

The mysterious man looked at him with a little appreciation and whispered: "My Dark Blood Dynasty invited you to join the organization. I wonder if you are willing?"
To be continued...