early morning.

A scorching sun slowly rose to the sky, instantly dispelling the thick white fog that enveloped the Helan Mountains. Autumn has just arrived, but the temperature did not drop as fast as imagined. The high temperature of 70 to 80 degrees is still verified by the monk's ability to withstand it.

At this time, Lin Jiutian was sitting cross-legged in the inn at the Huntianfang Auction. The three of them did not return to Helan Sect in the past half month. Since there was a large-scale auction, there was no reason not to go and take a look.

Even if you cannot take pictures of treasures, you must gain knowledge and understand the market conditions and functions of various treasures.

As the techniques of collecting martial arts were completed one by one, Lin Jiutian showed a very satisfied expression on his face. His cultivation of Qi Practice was finally completely stabilized, and he truly achieved a rapid improvement in his strength.

Although the auction has only started for two hours, Lin Jiutian decided to go earlier. After all, he privately entrusted the Huntianfang Auction to help auction ten Zixiao Jade Pills, so that he might be able to buy some treasures that are useful to him.

However, when Lin Jiutian thought of the monk who accepted his commission, his face of mourning expression when he was entrusted for auction, Lin Jiutian couldn't help but want to laugh.

Because the Zixiao Jade Clear Pill was refined from an ancient pill recipe, the alchemist at the auction looked disbelief and swore that if the pill was true, the price at the auction would definitely exceed 5 million spirit stones.

After all, Jindan monks and Nascent Soul monks have the ability to get more than a dozen or twenty foundation-building pills, which may be effortless, but they will be powerless to get pills that break through the bottleneck of Qi training.

No matter what level of pill it is, as long as it can break through the bottleneck, there will definitely be absolute restrictions.

There are three bottlenecks in the Qi training period. Of course, for monks with excellent talent and excellent spiritual roots, this bottleneck is actually just average.

However, some of the direct descendants of the Jindan monks and the Nascent Soul monks may not have any spiritual roots, or even spiritual roots are mostly mixed spiritual roots. Then the bottleneck of Qi training is the three insurmountable iron mountains.

At this time, there are pills that can break through the bottleneck of gas training that appear in such large-scale auctions. These powerful monks will definitely spend millions of spirit stones and will snatch them wildly regardless of everything, and they will still be so smiling and satisfied.

Look, the alchemist directly found a guy who had been at the peak of the twelfth level of Qi training for thirty years.

Whether it is an auction item or an alchemist, they all know clearly that this guy will definitely not have any hope of advancement.

For the guy himself, as long as the pill doesn't kill him, he will definitely be happy to give it a try.

In this way, the person who accepted the commission and the alchemist were stunned and as stupid as a wooden chicken.

Because they didn't believe in this kind of elixir. Of course, they had heard of the elixir recipe, but thirty thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are the ones with the lowest success rate. Even the alchemy master at the peak of the Nascent Soul can only produce one or two in one furnace. How could ten of them appear at once?

Just because the guy actually made a breakthrough easily and steadily in an incense stick of time.

So the guy was ecstatic and was grateful for the two guys who asked him to take the pills and flatter him.

But the guy who accepted the entrust wanted to remove the alchemist from eight pieces. This was five million spirit stones! My mother was so crazy that she was wasted on a trivial guy.

If the juniors of the Pavilion Master made a breakthrough, they might even get a huge reward.

There is no need to say this now. Everyone knows that the alchemist will definitely be a little sad. As for whether he is swept out of the house or compensated according to the price, it will make the alchemist regret it for the rest of his life.

Because according to the agreement, Lin Jiutian wanted to calculate the total price based on the spirit stones sold at the auction, and of course, the one eaten by the friend.

The Huntianfang Auction is in the center of Huntianfang, and as the largest trading center of Huntianfang is the Soul Pavilion, which has lasted for more than 100,000 years.

There is a huge square in front of the gate of the Soul Pavilion.

There are no buildings or decorations on the square. There are only milky white jade carved with the words "Soul Pavilion" laid at your feet.

As long as a monk stands on it, he will feel like he is placed in the clouds, making people feel excited and very happy.

Lin Jiutian took Ouyang Jingjing and Xiaoyao Qingfeng slowly marched on the fangdao.

"Well? Qingling Pavilion recruits the guys who manage the spiritual herb warehouse? You must be proficient in the preservation methods and effects of various spiritual herbs? The treatment is superior? There is no limit on male and female cultivators? Isn't it just a beautiful female cultivator?"

Lin Jiutian was a little stunned.

Because it seems that Qingling Pavilion is also a large alchemy pavilion, specializing in the transaction of spiritual herbs and various spiritual pills.

"Do you want to go gangsters? Anyway, the cheap master Qin Bing is still in seclusion, so he just happened to get some spiritual herbs to plant it himself."

Lin Jiutian thought excitedly.

However, Lin Jiutian did not stop because it was not too late to come back after attending the auction.

.............

I wash, I wash, I wash

Inside a cave on Helan Mountain.

Baibao red peppers have been soaked in water for more than half a month and haven't gone out.

Ah, ah, ah.

Where did the blood on my body come from?

What exactly happened?

Baibao Red Pepper only knew that when he woke up, he could vaguely recall that when he fainted on the ground, he seemed to be hugged by a giant trumpet.

Then I was completely disgusted.

But when I woke up, I found traces of blood, but there were no scars on my body.

No, except roaring or roaring.

Baibao Red Chili really wants to hit the hole wall.

But, but, but, what's going on?

Could you ask if the Giant Little Laba is so irrelevant to him?

Ah, ah, ah

Help.

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As the Soul Pavilion Square approaches.

Lin Jiutian's spiritual consciousness was fully opened, and monks from all directions flocked to him. Obviously, they wanted to gather on the square.

One hundred low-grade spirit stones can see the world, which not only promotes future cultivation but also has many benefits. How can you not actively participate in this way?

As long as you have this experience, you may find the same treasure in your future treasure hunt, and you will not miss it in vain.

In addition, you can also know the effects of the treasure, so that you will have an incomparable advantage when facing the enemy in the future.

Seeing the generousness of all high-level monks, this will make you more determined to be more motivated to cultivate immortality.

At this time, there were many monks waiting to enter the auction, and of course there were also casual cultivators who took the opportunity to sell treasures that they thought were of great value.

Suddenly, a miserable sound of oh came over.

There is even more mixed in it: "I'm almost gone."

In an instant, an old man with a white beard stumbled towards Lin Jiutian.

If Lin Jiutian hadn't seen the opportunity early, of course, if Lin Jiutian had helped him.

This old man in his seventies or eighties will definitely fall to the ground.

"Hey, isn't it right? The cultivation level of the peak of the twelfth level of Qi training?"

Lin Jiutian was a little puzzled.

Before his spiritual consciousness could be swept away, a pressure came from the crowd.

"No, the peak pressure at the early stage of foundation building!"

Lin Jiutian hurriedly used his spiritual power and helped the old man back quickly.

On the other side, a monk wearing a white top-quality defensive robe looked angry and kept roaring in his mouth:

"I'm immortal. You just want to pester me to ask for 100,000 spirit stones by breaking your whip. I said your head wouldn't be squeezed by a donkey!"

And she was holding a little girl who was only about five years old, and the little girl was struggling constantly:

"Damn bad guy, bad guy, let me down quickly, grandpa, grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

While scolding, he kept slapping with his two little hands.

"Huh, Yuanxing?"

Lin Jiutian was stunned because Yuan Dongtian was not a good shopkeeper? Why was he so arrogant and cruel?

"I'm really a treasure! This is a chance to kill a life-and-death death, and I found it from a ten thousand-year-old ancient tomb. It's just that I want you to have 100,000 spirit stones."
Chapter completed!