"Double cultivation?" Ye Ling was slightly stunned, and could even feel her heartbeat through the crisp breasts of Song Qiong, who was infinitely shy behind her.

"What I pursue is the road to eternal life. The cruelty of cultivating immortals, the longevity of cultivators is different; one more Taoist companion will have more fetters and restraints, which is not in line with Ye's unruly nature! It is also harmful to Dao Xin, although you are my maid, but this matter will be discussed again. ”

Ye Ling said coldly. He is now just a small cultivator in the late stage of Qi cultivation, his longevity is limited, and he deeply feels the cruelty of the immortal cultivation world, and under the high level, they are all ants! Now is not the time to be greedy for red dust, when the moon is under the moon before the flower, and when the love of children is long, he must not be satisfied with the status quo, only by concentrating on cultivation and improving his strength as much as possible, can he survive better!

Song Qiong was slightly disappointed, but her admiration for the master continued unabated, at least the master's concentration was extraordinary, not the womanizer who blindly coveted beauty.

Song Qiong smiled apologetically, regained a little reserve, and said seriously: "Master, when we fly to Fengqiao Town on a fire eagle, it is estimated that it will be time for Dingqing." I know that there is a very lively place in Fengqiao Zhenfang City, the Wanbao Pavilion in Xicheng! Every time night falls, many monks will go there to participate in the auction, buying and selling all kinds of excellent magic weapons and robes of unknown origin, all of which are not seen in the daytime, and they are very mysterious. ”

"Oh? Is it the Wanbao Pavilion under the Golden Pavilion Immortal Gate? I rarely go there on weekdays, it turns out that there is an auction at night, very good, let's go to the Wanbao Pavilion!"

Ye Ling passed by more than once, and knew that Wanbao Pavilion was the largest refining chamber of commerce in Fengqiao Town. Listening to Song Qiong, he really wanted to see the auction of Wanbao Pavilion.

The two drove the fire carving, bypassed the northern foot of Yuncang Mountain, and flew more than 200 miles to the southeast, and finally came to the west of Fengqiao Town.

Ye Ling listened to Song Qiong's suggestion, changed into a blue shirt, and put on a forbidden hat to block the penetration of divine sense, while Song Qiong covered her face with a special light veil.

After the two changed their appearances, they mysteriously walked into the west gate of Fengqiao Town, and came to the westernmost gate building of Fangshi West Street, with three gilded characters on it, Wanbao Pavilion.

The main door of the Wanbao Pavilion has long been closed, leaving only the corner gate for the monks to enter and exit.

There was a waiter in the middle stage of Qi cultivation standing at the door, and no matter how high the monk was, he had to collect the money to enter the building to participate in the auction.

Song Qiong skillfully took out twenty spirit stones, handed them to the waiter at the door, nodded expressionlessly, and Ye Ling and Song Qiong were able to enter the building.

Ye Ling secretly sighed, the money of ten spirit stones per person to enter the building was enough to keep the outer disciples in the early stage of qi cultivation out of the door, and it seemed that the price of the treasures in the auction of this Wanbaolou would not be too low.

Walking through the dark and empty main hall, Ye Ling and Song Qiong came to the backyard of Wanbaolou, only to see that there was a lot of people here, which was completely different from the desertion outside! There were hundreds of monks gathered, shouting loudly, and it was very lively.

Ye Ling and Song Qiong were both disguised, no one could recognize their identities, and it was convenient for them to act, and the two quietly sat in a remote corner of the backyard.

At the same time, Ye Ling also saw that among these hundreds of cultivators, the vast majority were cultivators in the middle and late stages of Qi cultivation. I think that the cultivators in the early stage of Qi cultivation have no money to come, and the strong people in the foundation building period are in the auction and can't buy high-level treasures, so the situation in front of them will be formed.

Ye Ling even found a few familiar faces, all of whom were elite disciples of the Medicine Valley Sect, and they often went to the ice cave to practice on weekdays, and Ye Ling recognized them. There are also many monks like Ye Ling and Song Qiong, who hide the sect jade plate around their waists, and they have also undergone disguise transformation, unwilling to be recognized by other monks.

At this time, on the high platform in the backyard, the steward of Wanbao Pavilion was vigorously praising a piece of second-order superb Qingfrost Stone, which was rare in the sky and unparalleled in the ground, and it was definitely the best material for refining, which attracted all the mid-stage Qi cultivation monks in the backyard to look sideways.

In the end, the steward of Wanbao Pavilion said with a smile: "Second-order top-grade Qingshuang Stone, the starting price, three hundred spirit stones!"

"I'm out three hundred and twenty!"

"Three hundred and fifty dollars!"

"Four hundred spirit stones! The contemptible is a refining disciple of the Southern Holy Sect, and he also asks all the Taoist friends to fulfill it and give the Qingshuang Stone to the contemptible person. ”

"Don't let it! What about the Southern Holy Sect? I'll give out four hundred and thirty spirit stones!"

The scene in the backyard of Wanbao Pavilion was extremely hot, and all the monks competed for bids, which opened Ye Ling's eyes.

Ye Ling secretly said in his heart: "If it was changed a few days ago, I would have asked for this stone." But now that I have stepped into the late stage of Qi cultivation, the second-order Blue Frost Stone is useless to me!"

Song Qiong was not interested in the second-order treasures either, her bright eyes looked back at her master, and her divine sense said: "Master, it seems that we are not too late, and we are still bidding for second-order treasures, but I am afraid that it will not be long before it will be the turn of third-order treasures." ”

Ye Ling nodded, looking at the surrounding monks with interest while waiting quietly.

In the end, the second-order Blue Frost Stone soared to six hundred spirit stones, and finally fell into the hands of the Southern Saint Sect's refining disciple as he wished, making him feel proud for a while.

Sanxiu, who was bidding with him, left the table angrily and strode out of the backyard of Wanbao Pavilion.

Song Qiong smiled slightly, and transmitted Ye Ling's divine sense: "Master, have you seen it? This disciple of the Southern Saint Sect has offended someone." As soon as he leaves the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion, he will definitely be targeted! Unless he returns to the sect from the teleportation array in the city, he will definitely be plotted as soon as he walks out of the wilderness. ”

Ye Ling suddenly understood, why Song Qiong asked him to change his clothes, it turned out that the water in this night market was deep enough, and there was a certain risk!

After half an hour, a third-order treasure finally appeared on the high platform, and Ye Ling's spirit was shocked, and he paid attention attentively.

"The third-order best Fire Cloud Bow, with eighteen flame arrows, the starting price, fifteen hundred spirit stones!"

The steward of the Wanbao Pavilion said passionately, holding high the fire cloud bow that flashed with red brilliance all over his body, as if such a superb long-range attack weapon did not need too much praise!

Without waiting for Ye Ling to speak, the dozen or so monks in the late stage of Qi cultivation in front of him had red eyes and quoted one after another:

"Sixteen hundred spirit stones!"

"One thousand eight. ”

"I'll give you a thousand nine hundred!"

"Two thousand!"

"Haha! This son bid two thousand five hundred spirit stones! Who else do you have?"

A ninth-level Qi cultivator dressed in a green robe and brocade robe put up a shelf, stood up with a big grin, and looked at the cultivators with a proud expression.

There was a sudden whisper in the crowd:

"It's Han Junhong, the eldest son of the Han family!"

"No wonder you are so arrogant! The children of the Immortal Cultivation Family really made an extraordinary move. ”

"Ahem, we can't afford to mess with it, forget it, let it be to this Han Dagongzi. ”

At this moment, in a very inconspicuous corner of the backyard, Ye Ling's cold voice came: "This Fire Cloud Bow is good, I will give out three thousand spirit stones!"