Immortal cultivators generally have some secret techniques to make their faces ageless, unless there are some monks who don't want to fix their faces, no one can tell the other party's age, and even some look the same age as you, but it is not strange at all that an old monster who lives for hundreds of years, but when I heard the emperor say that he was younger than himself, Feng Qianjing couldn't calm down. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Feng Qianjing is originally self-cooked, as long as the other party is willing, he can turn the other party into a close friend with a word. "How old are you, Daoyou, by the way, thank you for saving me last time, and I haven't had time to ask your name yet!"

The emperor listened to the wind and replied twice, "Sixteen! The emperor listens to the wind!" and he didn't speak, it was Feng Qianjing who kept thinking in his ear, and he really doubted that the other party's words could be endured by a few people, which didn't match Feng Qianjing's handsome appearance at all.

Emperor Tingfeng and the two "chatted" all the way, and the entrance of the secret meeting of "Wind and Fire Thunder" arrived, if it were not for the prohibition that could not be arranged around, Emperor Tingfeng and the two would not have walked for a long time before they saw the entrance of "Wind and Fire Thunder".

An uncle with a face full of vicissitudes of life blocked the emperor and said: "Young Master Feng, this person's cultivation is too low, and he is not a frequent visitor to the Juxian Residence, so he can't be allowed to enter." ”

Juxianju is another name for the "Wind and Fire Thunder" auction, only a few people in the auction know it, and everyone else only knows the name "Wind Fire Thunder".

"What!" Emperor Tingfeng stopped in front of the old man, looked at the wind and scenery one step behind him, and asked coldly: "Do you need any identity to enter the Wind, Fire and Thunder Auction?"

Emperor Tingfeng stayed in the Nangong family every day when he was a child, and never participated in any gatherings, and when he grew up, he stayed in the Phantom Immortal Sect, with a master by his side, he could be described as worry-free about food and clothing, and naturally he didn't need to go down the mountain to purchase anything.

"Feng Lao, this person is a friend of mine, who has lived alone in the sect for many years and practiced in retreat, it is normal for outsiders not to see him, because the seniors didn't want to attract people's attention so they hid their cultivation, Feng Lao, do you want to learn the spiritual power of the seniors?"

Feng Qianjing explained to the disciple of the family, and in the end, he directly called the emperor Tingfeng a senior, which scared the disciple of the Feng family's legs, he only saw that the other party was a monk in the Naling period, and he couldn't see it because he was cultivating higher than himself, and apologized again and again: "The younger generation has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and offended the seniors, and I hope that the seniors will not remember the villain, and don't be angry with the young master Feng." ”

Emperor Tingfeng said coldly: "It's okay!" He came to seek an opportunity, not to find someone to fight, besides, the territory of the Feng family here is to borrow the emperor's courage to listen to the wind, and he doesn't dare to have other ideas now, not to mention, he doesn't hate Feng Qianjing, the young master of the family.

Emperor Tingfeng finally knew that the signboard of the secret society's "Wind and Fire Thunder" was actually named after the spiritual root qualification of Feng Qianjing, and the family surnamed Feng really knew how to show off, and it was estimated that there was a true spiritual root of the "Wind and Fire Thunder" three-attribute spiritual root in the family, and it was not less to give other families a look, just like the Nangong family, they all treated their family disciples according to the spiritual root benchmark.

However, looking at Feng Qianjing's character, it should be the type that doesn't like to "show off", it must be the arrangement of the Feng family, thinking that this person will sit in the position of the head of the Feng family in the future, the emperor listened to the wind and mourned for Feng Qianjing for a few seconds, and was involved by a family, even if Feng Qianjing is a cultivation genius who is rare to see in a thousand years, his cultivation will stop one day.

As soon as Emperor Tingfeng and Feng Qianjing walked into the "Wind Fire and Thunder" auction secret meeting, they saw many high-level monks gathered together to secretly transmit something, and some lone monks sat silently in a corner waiting for the auction to start.

The arrival of Feng Qianjing made the silent hall boil, and a monk who looked like a messenger walked towards Feng Qianjing, finished saluting, and shouted to Feng Qianjing after the young master, he got Feng Qianjing's response and retreated, and soon after, a slightly old voice came from the auction table, "Thank you for coming to the Fenghuo Thunder Auction, I am the presiding officer of this auction." ”

As soon as he spoke, the monks in the main hall sat quietly, thanks to the blessing of the wind and scenery, the emperor listened to the wind and was pulled by him to sit in the front row, which caused the eyes of the monks in the back row to look at the emperor and listen to the wind, which was even more eye-catching than when they came in.

Feng Qianjing was like a nobody, focusing on the actions of Feng Lao on the stage, and a few seconds later, the first item held up by a plate appeared on the stage out of thin air, Feng Lao just opened the lid, and heard a sound of "Wow!" from the audience, Feng Lao's vicissitudes of life showed a secret joy, explaining to many monks.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the first item in today's auction, the thousand-year-old elixir Qiye Luo, it is an excellent medicine for refining pills, I believe that all alchemists know the name Qiye Luo, but they have never seen it in real form. ”

Feng Lao explained to many monks on the stage, and Feng Qianjing explained to Emperor Tingfeng again in the audience, which caused more monks to be very jealous of Emperor Tingfeng, not just a person, can make a monk in the spiritual period inferior, not to mention that Feng Qianjing is still the young master of the Feng family, Emperor Tingfeng is just a low-level monk in the Naling period, this mystery makes many monks more confused.

Emperor Tingfeng stared at the elixir that was placed in the jade box on the stage, the color was slightly pale yellow, and the seven leaves were closely attached to the main branch, but they were not connected to each other, and they were scattered like leaves on the ground.

The emperor stared at Feng coldly, and he kept explaining the wind and scenery in his ear, and said: "I can understand what Feng Lao is saying, you don't have to explain, you can take a look at the monks behind yourself." ”

Reminded by the emperor Tingfeng, Feng Qianjing shut up with interest, but he was not stupid and really turned his head to look back, needless to say, a monk who can talk to the young master of the Feng family very happily, everyone's background is not simple, but they will disappear for no reason, this is that Feng Qianjing is stupid, and he knows what is happening.

The identity of a young master of the Feng family is enough to make people fearful, Feng Qianjing was also accepted as a personal disciple by the Huasha Patriarch of the Heavenly Dao Sect, if he is letting him make friends with some powerful monks, I am afraid that in a few decades, the Feng family can independently establish the sixth branch of the Immortal Cultivation Sect in Shuzhong, at this point, whether it is the Immortal Cultivation Sect or the Immortal Cultivation Family, they are unwilling to see the consequences.

"Okay, presumably many hearts have already set a satisfactory price for Qiye Luo, and the auction of Qiye Falling Elixir will be carried out below, and the auction price will start at three thousand spirit stones. ”

"Three thousand five hundred spirit stones!"

"Four thousand spirit stones!"

"Five thousand spirit stones!"

At this time, Emperor Tingfeng raised the card in his hand and said coldly: "Six thousand spirit stones!"

"Six thousand five hundred spirit stones!"

"Seven thousand spirit stones!"

"Eight thousand spirit stones!"

When the price of Qiye Luo was shouted to 8,000 spirit stones, the audience was silent, only the monk who spent 8,000 spirit stones to photograph Qiye Luo was still holding a sign there.

Feng Lao looked at the audience, saw that no one made a sound, and shouted: "Eight thousand spirit stones for the first time! Eight thousand spirit stones for the second time! Eight thousand spirit stones for the third time!" The wood-like hammer in Feng Lao's hand knocked on the table and shouted: "Deal, the seven leaves fall to the Taoist friend who took the eight thousand spirit stones." ”

Feng Lao sent a messenger to deliver the seven leaves to the monk who had just auctioned it, and then held an auction for the next item, only to see that Feng Lao had just opened the black cloth covering the item, and the monk in the audience let out another "Wow!"

"Next, hehe! This one is even more powerful, the immortal cultivation world calls it Xuanjing Iron, and some people call it Iron Ore. Xuanjing iron is the best choice for refining, the bearing capacity is strong, if it is taken by the monk to refine some kind of sledgehammer, a hammer, the enemy will definitely turn into a meat pie. I believe that all the Taoist friends of the refining instrument know more information about Xuanjing Iron, and the auction price of Xuanjing Iron will be auctioned below, and the starting price of Xuantie is 10,000 spirit stones, and the price cannot be less than 5,000 spirit stones each time. ”

"Fifteen thousand spirit stones!"

"Twenty thousand spirit stones!"

Emperor Tingfeng raised the sign in his hand once, and said coldly: "Fifty thousand spirit stones!"

The rest of the people were stunned, and one of them followed suit: "Fifty-five thousand spirit stones!"

Emperor Tingfeng lazily raised the sign in his hand and shouted: "Seventy thousand spirit stones!"

Uh! Many monks all showed surprised expressions, that person was as good as the young master of the Feng family, he needed a piece of Xuanjing Iron, it was not a matter of words, how could he compete with them here for this small piece of Xuanjing Iron that was not the best quality.

Others don't know, the continuation of life in Emperor Tingfeng's mind is clear, and the center of the Xuanjing Iron that is as big as a human slap will definitely not be as simple as Xuanjing Iron, so when the continuation of life sees this Xuanjing Iron, remind Emperor Tingfeng to take a picture of this Xuanjing Iron. Such a superb product is definitely a real treasure that cannot be seen in many stalls.

"Seventy-five thousand spirit stones!"

"100,000 spirit stones!"

Emperor Tingfeng directly shouted out a sky-high price, 100,000 spirit stones, definitely more than the value of a piece of Xuanjing iron, the other monks couldn't help but look at Emperor Tingfeng twice, except for Emperor Tingfeng's cold face, and the cultivation of the spirit period and the enthusiasm of the wind and scenery, nothing can be seen by others.

Many monks were interested in not increasing the price, even if they could really auction the piece of Xuanjing Iron at a sky-high price of 100,000 spirit stones, there would not be so many spirit stones to pay, Emperor Tingfeng was secretly happy in his heart, it was so dangerous that no one would follow, otherwise he would definitely not be able to pay for so many spirit stones.