"Look, the auction is about to begin."
"They all seem to be Golden Core stage elders of the city. Judging by their attire, five of them are from the Shadow Fiend Tribe, and the other five are from the Black Cloud Tribe."
Among the ten people, five were wearing white robes and five were wearing black robes. All of them were in the late stage of the Golden Core stage.
At this moment, a tall and thin black-robed old man in the middle swept his gaze over the scene in the city, and then a loud voice came out, saying.
"Welcome fellow cultivators to my Golden Goose Mountain Exchange Meeting. I am Xu Qing from the Shadow Fiend Tribe. These are the enforcement elders of Golden Goose Mountain. This auction will be hosted by us. This time, we are fortunate to have joined forces with the Holy Temple and transported many important treasures. We have also united many business alliances of our clan, and we will definitely not disappoint you fellow Taoists."
"The rules of the auction are familiar to all of you, so I won't repeat them. Xu announces that the auction now begins. Fellow Taoists with entrance tokens can now enter the venue. Please hurry up, and the first auction item will appear in half an hour."
This old man Xu said some opening remarks, and the monks in the city burst into cheers, and the crowd was boiling everywhere.
Some monks who couldn't bear it directly flew towards the auction venue, and some escape lights flew into the air on various streets. In a short period of time, thousands of escape lights rose.
"The restrictions on this auction venue seem to have been strengthened a bit." Zhang Ling also flew into the air, but his speed was very slow and he did not approach there immediately.
The Golden Cloud Pagoda floating in the sky looked blurry and illusory. But he keenly felt that the power of the restrictions on it was not weak.
This may be for the safety of the auction, which is not surprising.
There are many formations and restrictions in the auction venue, although they generally do not restrict monks from entering and exiting. Once an accident occurs at the auction, the formations and restrictions will take effect.
Although it is not clear at the moment what kind of formation restriction the golden pagoda phantom is transformed into, but from Zhang Ling's formation knowledge, it seems to be an independent set of restrictions.
Is it necessary to set up a special restriction formation for an auction? A question popped up in Zhang Ling's mind.
But looking at the figures in those escape lights, one by one entering into it, Zhang Ling also chuckled and flew towards the auction venue.
No matter if there is something special about this auction, so many different demons have entered into it, he will naturally not back down.
Even if there is something wrong, he is not an ordinary monk, and he can escape safely by himself.
Approaching the auction venue, Zhang Ling took out the two-finger-wide black jade piece. This object trembled slightly in his hand, and a layer of black light lit up.
As soon as he approached the golden pagoda phantom, the black light on the jade piece reacted and condensed into several black immortal characters. It was written the number seventy-three.
It must be his auction number in it. Several light characters collided, and Zhang Ling entered the light tower without any hindrance.
As soon as he entered it, the noisy sound from outside was isolated, which seemed a little quiet.
Scanning with his spiritual sense, he found that the golden light tower covered three round platforms from the outside.
But when he got inside, he found that the clouds and mist were lingering, and the three round platforms were not circular platforms. Except for the central round platform, which was a whole, it seemed to be a display platform for auction items.
The two outer round platforms are circular buildings made of huge stones, either black or white, surrounding them.
Each boulder floats in the clouds and mist, standing quietly. There is a faint cloud and mist between them.
It looks like it has a bit of the meaning of a cloud and mist fairyland.
Especially the outermost boulder, which is located at the bottom and is distributed quite scattered. At a glance, there are thousands of pieces, which appear ethereal and illusory.
The jade slip in his hand flickered a few times, and Zhang Ling looked down and saw a line of information displayed on it.
He instantly understood his position and flew towards the central area. He immediately found his position number seventy-three.
This is a black boulder, square and two feet wide. Although it is not big, it is not a problem to accommodate two or three monks.
As soon as Zhang Ling stood on the boulder, the boulder trembled slightly, and a table and a yellow wooden chair rose up. He sat on the chair without politeness.
As soon as he sat down, Zhang Ling noticed a girl in colorful clothes flying over on a white auspicious cloud.
The girl was not very old and looked good, with a bit of youthfulness on her face. But there were some light purple dark spiritual patterns on her forehead, like decorative patterns deliberately dotted on them.
But this is actually a common magic pattern feature manifested on the body of low-level alien demons.
This kind of magic pattern is different for each alien demon. The position displayed on the body is also different.
But there are some magic patterns that are said to allow alien demons to produce some special spiritual bodies, but the proportion is very small.
However, as the cultivation level increases, most of the magic patterns will directly disappear after the strength of the alien demon reaches the Golden Core stage.
The girl in front of him is just a monk with the strength of the fifth or sixth level of Qi refining.
The girl wore several golden rings on her two jade arms, and held a fruit plate in her hand, which was filled with many spiritual fruits and wine.
"Huan'er pays respects to senior."
The girl smiled sweetly, first bowed to Zhang Ling, then put the fruit plate in her hand on the table. Then she said softly, "It is Huan'er's honor to serve senior. If senior has any orders, Huan'er will definitely do it."
As she spoke, the girl's face flushed slightly, revealing a coy and shy look.
The senior in front of him was covered in a black robe, and he could not see his face clearly, but there were many benefits to serving a Golden Core senior.
If she served well, she might have plans. She might even be taken away.
"This seat does not need it, you may leave."
A calm voice entered Huan'er's ears, causing the girl to tremble and her expression became hesitant.
"Why, are you not leaving yet? Do you really want to disturb this seat?" Seeing the girl standing there in a daze, Zhang Ling's voice became a little colder.
"Ah, it is Huan'er who is rude, senior, please forgive me, I will take my leave now." The girl shook her body and came back to her senses, her face turned pale and she quickly took her leave.
Watching the girl leave, Zhang Ling chuckled and shook his head. He looked around, and naturally there were also two Golden Core stage monks on his left and right, and they were also served by low-level monks at the moment.
On the left is a fat monk in fancy clothes, who hugged the serving girl, and laughed loudly, making the girl's face flushed with shame.
On the right is a female cultivator wearing a hat, although she could not see her face clearly, but looking at her figure, it seemed like she was a female cultivator, letting the serving girl stand beside her, as if asking something.
Slightly spreading his spiritual sense, he noticed that most of the hundreds of boulders in the middle area were now full, and the monks sitting on them were all Golden Core level monks. There were already more than one hundred and sixty high-level monks.
Sitting on the outer thousands of boulders, which were slightly lower than the positions of their Golden Core monks, were low-level monks. There were as many as a thousand people.
These low-level monks naturally had no one to serve them, and there were no spiritual fruits, wine and other food, and the difference in treatment was not small.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling turned his head to look at the other side, and saw a dark escape light rushing in, unscrupulously circling in the air and landing on an empty platform, revealing a tall figure.
With a flash of black light, the tall figure revealed his true face. This person was half a body taller than ordinary people, his face was a bit black, but the strange thing was that his hands were iron black, exuding a metallic luster, which was extremely strange.
The others were also attracted by the big man, most of them with a look of astonishment. But with a sweep of their spiritual sense, the expressions of the crowd became different.
Because this strange man was a Nascent Soul stage monk.
Seeing the arrival of a Nascent Soul monk, the Golden Core monks could still remain quiet, but the low-level monks on the periphery whispered and there was a burst of noise.
"So it's Fellow Taoist Tie Niu who has come. I didn't expect that my Golden Goose Mountain auction would also attract Fellow Taoist to come. You are a rare guest." Suddenly a loud voice came from overhead, only hearing the sound but not seeing the person.
Many people looked around.
"Haha, is that Fellow Taoist Mo? This auction is so grand, Tie just happened to be nearby, so I came to join in the fun. Fellow Taoist, you won't not welcome me, right?" The big man looked up at the sky and smiled.
"Where, Brother Tie has come to Golden Goose Mountain, Mo is extremely welcome. It's just that with Fellow Taoist's status, sitting among a group of Golden Core monks is a bit of a neglect. Why not come up, I'll rearrange it for Brother Tie, how about that?" The voice came again.
"There's no need for that, Tie is just here to participate in the auction, so why bother?" The big man refused with a smile.
"Well, then alright, Mo wishes Brother Tie to buy a treasure that you like." The hidden monk above also replied casually. He didn't seem to care about the big man's refusal.
The big man cupped his hands towards the sky, and sat down on his own, but his expression changed, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to calm.
The conversation between the two Nascent Soul monks made everyone look at each other.
Zhang Ling's face sank slightly as he sat in place. Originally, he felt that this trade fair was a bit special. Looking at the big man's expression, he felt that something was even more wrong.
The change in the big man's expression was very well concealed. Others might find it difficult to detect, but Zhang Ling's spiritual sense was much stronger than that of monks of the same rank, although he was now suppressing his cultivation. But the sharpness of his spiritual sense had not changed, and he happened to notice this.
Zhang Ling had expected that Nascent Soul monks would be hidden in the clouds above, and he did not feel strange.
Moreover, the voice was a bit familiar. It was the Nascent Soul monk surnamed Mo who had shown up when the trade fair had just started two days ago.
That person was an elder of the Black Cloud Tribe. In this immortal city, in addition to this person, there was also an elder of the Shadow Fiend Tribe who was stationed here all year round.
As for the two Nascent Soul old monsters from the Demon Soul Hall who had come a few days ago, they had not shown up. It was unknown whether they were not participating in this auction or had other matters.
But now it seemed to be a suspicious point.
Scanning around, the other monks were still discussing in low voices. But many people showed extreme excitement, and looked at the big man with envy.
The big man sat in place as usual and remained silent. He looked like he was thinking, very much like the voice from above had used sound transmission to tell him something.
Although Zhang Ling was not 100% sure, these doubts made him feel a sense of vigilance in his heart.
While he was thinking, above the clouds, inside the clouds outside the light tower phantom, five monks were hiding.
These five people, four men and one woman, were all Nascent Soul old monsters, and one of the middle-aged men with a mustache was still a Nascent Soul mid-stage monk.
"What is the origin of this person? Do you recognize him?" The middle-aged man with a mustache looked down and asked in a cold voice.
Mo Dahan smiled and replied, "Elder Qing, there is no need to care. This Fellow Taoist Tie is a monk from the Tieshi Tribe. The Tieshi Tribe is not a big force, just a small tribe. There are only two Nascent Soul monks in the tribe.
But this Fellow Taoist Tie cultivates body refining techniques. Mo has dealt with him twice. This person's strength is not weak. His iron demon technique is quite tyrannical. However, it has no impact on our plans. Fellow Taoist Tie was just attracted by a few auction items. I have already talked to him through sound transmission. If that person really dares to come, Fellow Taoist Tie may be a help."
As Mo Dahan spoke, he carefully glanced at the middle-aged man with a mustache, looking a little fearful.
This Elder Qing was sent by the Holy Temple to help them encircle and suppress the Blood Light Old Demon, and his strength had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul mid-stage.
At the same time, another young man wearing a ghost mask was also brought by Elder Qing.
This young man's surname was Yan, and although his cultivation level was only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, his aura of Yin evil was strong. He had not said a word in the few days he had been here, and he seemed very mysterious.
This person was not from their alien demon race, and he did not know what his identity was. Elder Qing treated him with great courtesy.
As for another thin yellow-faced old man, he also sat beside him in silence.
This person was another Nascent Soul monk who was stationed in the immortal city all year round, belonging to the Shadow Fiend Tribe. Mo Dahan was very familiar with him.
As for the only female cultivator among the five, the Ice Fairy, who wore a light veil, did not mean to open her mouth to talk.
The Ice Fairy's gaze was looking at a long wooden box she was holding in both hands, seeming to be in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.
Five Nascent Soul old monsters were hidden in the clouds, seemingly calm, but their expressions were somewhat abnormal.
As time went by, many more monks came, and the number of Golden Core stage monks had exceeded two hundred. Naturally, there were more foundation building monks on the periphery.
As for the Nascent Soul old monsters, two more came, one was a monk wearing a hat and exuding a cold aura. And a hunchbacked old man.
Both of them were in the early stage of Nascent Soul. No one present knew who the cold monk was, and it was impossible to see whether it was a man or a woman.
Some people recognized the hunchbacked monk. This was a casual cultivator with the title of Old Man Wu Ling.
This person was not a monk from the Northwest region. No one knew his original details. He originally practiced in the Southeast region.
This person was born hunchbacked, and his cultivation talent did not seem to be outstanding, but his opportunities were not small.
It was said that four hundred years ago, this person accidentally obtained an unnamed ancient magic technique in a secret place, and thus advanced to become a Nascent Soul old monster.
After becoming a Nascent Soul monk, this person was addicted to killing, and was once notorious, but eventually offended several large tribes in the east, so he fled to the Northwest region.
After arriving here, this person became much more peaceful. He also rarely moved on land. It was said that he practiced in the outer sea all year round and rarely showed his face. Unexpectedly, he would also participate in this trade auction.
Seeing the arrival of this Old Man Wu Ling, many people sighed.
Of course, Zhang Ling would not care about the two newly arrived Nascent Soul monks. These news were still occasionally spread out of his spiritual sense, and he obtained the information from the whispers of some monks.
