Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

“I didn’t expect that the Ye family actually refined a replica of the Tongtian Lingbao!”

"I just wonder if other major sects have it too!"

……

Looking at the celestial treasure above, everyone around widened their eyes with surprise on their faces.

Looking at the reactions of the crowd, the figure in the white mist smiled.

Obviously very satisfied with the response.

He thought for a while, then turned to look at everyone present and said:
"I don't need to say more. Everyone already knows the value of this treasure. The Ye family has prepared a list. Whoever provides the most materials on the list can obtain this treasure."

"Of course, if the Ye family is not satisfied, we can still auction it with spirit stones!
"The reserve price is three million!"

When they heard the sky-high price of three million, the monks present, although they had seen many big scenes before, couldn't help but get agitated, but no one raised any objection.

Even though this number is equivalent to most of the spirit stone reserves of a medium-sized immortal cultivation sect, it is not excessive compared to the value of this treasure.

During the actual auction, it is possible that the price will increase several times.

When Wang Lin heard the price, a smile appeared on his face.

If he were to sell all the demon pills in his possession, he would probably be able to get tens of millions of spirit stones.

For Wang Lin, if the spirit stones cannot be transformed into resources, everything is meaningless.

If he could use spirit stones to get this imitation Tongtian magic treasure, Wang Lin would still be willing to do so.

And just as Wang Lin was thinking.

The old man had read out the materials in the swamp jade slip one by one.

The old man spoke in a low voice, but he used his magical powers.

The monks in the entire hall could hear it clearly.

Compared to everyone who was concentrating, Wang Lin didn't care at all.

Because Wang Lin didn't think of exchanging it with materials, but with the inner core of monsters and thousand-year-old elixirs.

This is because some of these materials are used to make the Three Flame Fan.

Naturally, I would not choose to exchange it.

As the monks present read out the materials one by one, everyone below seemed very interested.

He listed the materials he was willing to provide one by one.

"One hundred level seven demon pills!"

At this moment, Wang Lin casually stretched out his right hand. Although his words were not loud, they left the monks present speechless.

A seventh-level demon pill is worth nearly 100,000 low-grade spirit stones in Dajin.

And one hundred demon pills are equivalent to a total of ten million spirit stones.

As for the materials that the Ye family wanted to exchange, at most it would be no more than seven or eight million low-grade spirit stones.

Such a huge gap between the spirit stones naturally made the cultivators present stunned.

Ten million low-grade spirit stones have already exceeded the psychological price of these cultivators.

Or in other words, what everyone was thinking was that after the transaction was completed, they would rob Wang Lin of his Tongtian Lingbao.

The old man at the auction laughed, glanced at Wang Lin, and continued, "Are there any fellow Taoists who want to raise the price?"

The price of 10 million immediately dispelled everyone's idea of ​​bidding.

The whole scene fell silent.

"I wonder if there are a thousand level seven demon pills?"

Seeing that everyone was silent, the old man on the stage turned his gaze to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered.

"Huh! Huh!"

As sharp sounds of breaking through the air were heard, a number of brocade boxes appeared floating in front of the old man.

There are a total of ten brocade boxes.

With a "click", the old man opened a brocade box.

What came into view were seventh-level demon pills that emitted a faint glow.

In other words, there are ten demon pills in one brocade box.

"There really are one hundred level seven demon pills!"

The old man swallowed, his eyes full of shock.

Only the top sects could have so many demon pills.

"Could this person be the great elder of some sect?"

"We still robbed a large sect!"

Looking at those demon pills, the people below couldn't help but speculate in their hearts.

"Since the demon pill has been given to me, where is my Pingshan Seal?"

Wang Lin slowly stood up and stared at the old man.

"hehe!"

The old man grinned and said, "Of course I won't breach the contract at the auction!"

As he spoke, the old man shook his wrist, and the crystal clear jade box in his hand flew in front of Wang Lin.

Looking at the jade box in front of him, Wang Lin did not hesitate at all.

Just open it.

As the jade box opened, a palm-sized ochre-colored jade seal appeared before his eyes.

"Pingshan Seal!"

Looking at the Pingshan Seal in his hand, a smile appeared on Wang Lin's lips.

Although this Pingshan Seal is of average power among all the imitation Tongtian Lingbao.

But after all, it is also a replica of Tongtian Lingbao.

Its power cannot be underestimated.

It is also one of the few weapons that can threaten the two powerful beings in the Kunwu dungeon.

This is also the reason why Wang Lin had to spend a huge amount of money to get this Pingshan Seal.

Holding the Pingshan Seal, Wang Lin could clearly feel the burning gazes of the people around him.

If it weren't for the auction.

The monks present might have already started fighting for the Pingshan Seal in his hand.

Now I guess these people are just waiting for the auction to end before they start taking action.

Wang Lin looked at everyone with cold eyes.

This is also because I have no intention to kill.

If they really start fighting.

It would be hard to find even half of the Nascent Soul cultivators here alive.

Wang Lin pondered in his heart for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked out of the hall calmly.

This action is particularly eye-catching in this solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Wang Lin seemed unaware and walked to the entrance calmly.

Just as he was about to step into the restriction that was flashing with a faint white light.

Then he noticed several sounds of breaking air behind him.

"They actually caught up with me!"

"Crack!"

Followed by a sharp thunder.

The Wind and Thunder Wings appeared out of thin air behind Wang Lin. With the flapping of the wings, Wang Lin's figure instantly disappeared from the spot, as if he had never appeared.

"What a fast escape technique! What level of cultivation is this person?"

"Even I didn't react!"

……

Seeing Wang Lin disappear in an instant immediately caused amazement among the cultivators present.

As for those monks who originally planned to take action, they were now filled with fear.

I'm glad I didn't do it, if I really had done it.

The one who dies might be yourself.

Huayun Prefecture is located on the eastern coast of Dajin, and the port town is built along the sea.

This place often attracts many overseas cultivators who come here to exchange monster materials for inland cultivation resources, making the local market prosperous for a long time.

The sects that managed the market towns therefore made a lot of money and earned a lot of spirit stones. Even small and remote market towns could earn considerable income as long as they occupied a favorable terrain.

Near Kaijiang Town, about 200 miles away from the sea, there is a small hill that is only two or three hundred feet high and covers an area of ​​more than ten miles.

The spiritual veins of this mountain are short and of poor quality, and usually do not attract the attention of immortal cultivation families.

However, on this small hill that can barely be considered a sacred mountain, there lives a small immortal cultivation sect called "Tianfu Sect".

Although the Tianfu Sect has a low status in the world of immortal cultivation, with a total number of sect leaders, elders and disciples less than a hundred, it has a very long history.

Its founder, Tianfu Zhenren, once shocked the entire Dajin with the three secret talismans he created tens of thousands of years ago.

It was even close to being among the top ten main sects at the time, although the Tianfu Sect was not a famous sect like the Taiyi Sect and the Yinluo Sect that had been passed down from ancient times to the present day.

In the Tianfu Sect, there were once tens of thousands of disciples gathered in one state, and the sect was very powerful.

However, as time went by, this once glorious talisman-making sect gradually declined.

Although tens of thousands of years have passed, the Tianfu Sect is still barely able to survive by relying on its unique talisman skills, but its former glory is no longer there.

Nowadays, high-level monks seldom visit, and only small sects in the same predicament occasionally communicate.

In daily life, the disciples take turns to guard the mountain gate. Most of the time they have nothing to do, such as practicing meditation or chatting to pass the time.

One day, two young disciples looked sad and sighed repeatedly.

One of the male disciples, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, had a handsome face and frowned slightly as he asked:

"Brother, is Sanyuan Market really going to be closed?" another disciple replied:
"Although I have not been here for long, I also know the importance of the market to our sect. Its income accounts for almost half of our spiritual stones."

"If we lose this part of income, the future will be even more difficult."

“Is it up to us to decide whether to close it or not?”

A slightly plump young man in his twenties responded helplessly.

Some time ago, the Lingfeng Sect issued an ultimatum to the Tianfu Sect.

Either merge the market with them, or close the market within three months. This is undoubtedly using force to pressure others.

When the young disciple heard this, he was surprised and said, "Then merging the market towns seems to be a feasible solution, right?"

The young man snorted coldly and said angrily:

"Is it feasible? I heard from a senior uncle that if we merge, we will not be able to interfere in any business in the market. Lingfeng Sect only gives us thousands of spirit stones every year."

"This amount of spiritual stones is less than one-third of our original income. What use is it?"

A young disciple of Tianfu Sect was puzzled when he learned about the conditions proposed by Lingfeng Sect. He said:
"Sanyuanfang Market is jointly managed by Tianfu Sect, Jinxia Mountain and Mingyang Valley."

"Even if Lingfeng Sect is powerful, how can Jinxia Mountain and Mingyang Valley easily agree to their demands? If the three of us join forces, there is no need to be too afraid of Lingfeng Sect."

Although the Lingfeng Sect is not a concern for the time being, it may have the secret support of the Shayang Sect behind it.

As a medium-sized sect, the Shayang Sect's power far exceeds that of small sects.

Today, the leader of Tianfu Sect invited the leaders of Jinxia Mountain and Mingyang Valley to discuss countermeasures, but the situation is not optimistic and the income from the market cannot be easily given up.

After hearing the three words "Shayang Sect", some young disciples looked frustrated, knowing that it would not be easy for Tianfu Sect to overcome this difficulty.

The reduction in sect’s income will directly affect the annual allocation of cultivation resources for its disciples.

However, this matter is not something that ordinary disciples can interfere with, and the decision can only be made by the top leaders.

Although the Tianfu Sect is currently in a low period, it is still better than the status of individual cultivators, so one should strictly abide by the sect rules and avoid unnecessary troubles caused by discussing this matter.

The young disciple felt relieved after hearing this, but when he looked up and saw a strange phenomenon in the sky, he was shocked.

The morning mist on the top of Baizhu Mountain had not yet dissipated, and the disciple on duty, Zhou Ping, was leaning against a bluestone and taking a nap.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing vibration in my ears, and the warning jade talisman on my waist cracked into three fine lines.

He looked up suddenly and saw a scarlet crack in the eastern sky. A seven-foot-long red rainbow was like a blood dragon emerging from the abyss, and the clouds boiled wherever it passed.

"Enemy attack!"

The moment Zhou Ping crushed the jade slip of communication, the rainbow light was approaching the mountain gate.

The mountain protection formation was automatically activated, and thirty-six green talismans formed a Bagua formation in the air.

However, the red rainbow seemed to have a spirit. It suddenly hovered thirty feet in front of the formation. When the light dissipated, the figure of a young man in a white robe appeared.

Zhou Ping could see clearly now that the man was very handsome, wearing a white robe, and was no more than twenty years old.

"Is this the Tianfu Sect of Baizhu Mountain?"

Wang Lin asked in a calm tone that revealed an invisible sense of oppression.

He has a handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament, and his eyes inadvertently swept across the looming restrictions of the mountain gate.

Wang Lin had disappeared since the trade fair, and now more than four months had passed since he obtained the Pingshan Seal.

Here, although the two disciples with shallow cultivation were unable to discern Wang Lin’s true cultivation level, they could recognize at a glance that he was a master above the Jindan stage.

They looked at each other, and one of the young disciples hurriedly bowed respectfully and said, "Senior, what can I do for you?"

"It's good to confirm. I brought an item that has a close relationship with your sect. I need to see the head of your sect. Please inform me."

Wang Lin nodded slightly, his tone as calm as before.

The young disciple immediately took out a sound transmission talisman, whispered a spell, and threw it into the air.

The sound transmission symbol turned into a beam of fire, disappeared in an instant, and went straight into the restriction.

Wang Lin stood quietly, his spiritual sense quietly reaching out to the hill.

Despite the restriction, he could still vaguely sense the situation inside and couldn't help but frown slightly.

I had heard that the Tianfu Sect was not large in scale. Now that I had arrived in person, I saw that there were indeed only a hundred people in the sect, and I only sensed the aura of a cultivator in the early Jindan stage.

This situation and this scene are consistent with what the old man surnamed Yun from the underworld said. It is undoubtedly a small and inferior sect.

The reason I came here this time was because an evil dragon appeared in Huayun Prefecture, and I had just learned how to make a spirit summoning talisman. If not for this, I would never have come here on purpose.

Not long after, a yellow light flashed behind the disciple guarding the mountain, and a towering mountain gate over ten feet high suddenly appeared.

Several cultivators stepped out of the mountain gate side by side. When their eyes passed over Wang Lin, their faces suddenly changed drastically.

An old man in a yellow brocade robe stepped forward quickly, bowed deeply to Wang Lin, and said respectfully:
"I am Yue Zhen, the head of Tianfu Sect. I did not expect you to come. I am sorry for not welcoming you. I hope you will forgive me!"

This person is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, so it is difficult for him to accurately understand Wang Lin's specific level of cultivation.

However, as the leader of a sect, his knowledge is beyond the reach of his disciples, and he has witnessed the power of Nascent Soul cultivators several times.

Therefore, after sensing the powerful aura of Wang Lin, a feeling of panic surged in his heart.

Such a powerful cultivator could easily destroy a small sect like theirs. Now that he had come to Tianfu Sect, the situation suddenly became unpredictable.

When he received the sound transmission note, he thought it was just a Jindan stage cultivator visiting.

In order to prevent any accidents, before leaving, he specially sent someone to invite the only senior master in the Jindan stage in the sect.

However, at this moment, this move seems unnecessary.

"Don't panic, I was commissioned by someone and I have no ill intentions!"

Seeing that these cultivators all looked nervous, Wang Lin couldn't help but chuckle.

"A commission?"

Hearing this, Yue Zhen's eyes widened, and he looked puzzled: "Junior is confused, but this is not the place to talk, senior, can you go up the mountain with me to talk?" (End of this chapter)