Chapter 133 Auction

Hearing the old man in green robe say that he could exchange for foundation-building pills at the Tiandan League auction, Song Qingming was really shocked. He didn't expect that a seemingly ordinary shop in Yangshanfang had such a powerful power behind it.

Seemingly seeing the doubts in Song Qingming's heart, the old man in green robe put down the spiritual tea in his hand and said, "Please rest assured, my friend, our Tiandan League is just an alchemy organization and does not participate in the disputes between the major sects.

The reason why we dare to hold such an auction in Weiguo is because our leader has some friendship with Xiaoyao Sect. However, in order to give Xiaoyao Sect some face, this matter cannot be publicized everywhere. Every auction is also held in secret. If you don't want to participate, please don't publicize it when you leave, otherwise it may cause a lot of trouble for you."

"I don't know what the specific requirements are for participating in this auction?" After thinking for a while, Song Qingming asked again.

"To participate in the auction, our Tiandan League has always adopted the invitation method. You need to get my approval first. As long as you can take out 500 spirit stones or equivalent spirit objects, you are eligible to buy an invitation from me.

With the invitation, you are eligible to participate in our Tiandan League auction. When the auction is held, we will notify all those who hold the invitation in advance. I said this, fellow Daoist finally understands." After saying this, the green-robed old man raised his hand and took out a green jade card from his sleeve and placed it in front of Song Qingming.

The material of the jade card looks ordinary. Except for a big "Dan" engraved on it, there is nothing special. It looks like an ordinary first-level spirit object.

"Senior, is this jade card the invitation you mentioned? How many spirit stones does it cost for one?" Song Qingming asked curiously after picking up the jade card and looking at it.

After hearing this, the green-robed old man extended a finger to Song Qingming with a kind face.

"One hundred spirit stones for one."

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More than half a month later, a few hundred miles west of Yangshanfang, on an inconspicuous hill, Song Qingming walked to a flat ground halfway up the hill, stopped, and took out a sheepskin map from his body to look at it.

Just as he was about to move forward, a man walked towards him from not far ahead.

Song Qingming looked up and saw that the man was wearing a Taoist robe and a black bronze mask on his face. There was a bull head painted on the mask, which looked a little weird.

The bull-headed masked man approached Song Qingming and said lightly: "Do you have an invitation?"

After hearing this, Song Qingming quickly took out an ordinary green jade card from his storage bag and handed it to the person in front of him.

"Put on the mask and follow me."

After verifying that everything was correct, the bull-headed masked man threw the jade token back to Song Qingming, and then took out a similar mask from his body and handed it to Song Qingming. It looked similar to the bull-headed mask he was wearing, but the pattern on it was different, with a dog head that looked a bit strange.

"My fellow Taoist, can you change the mask?"

After hearing this, the bull-headed masked man looked back at Song Qingming, who was still without a mask, and turned around and rummaged through his body again, took out a pig-headed mask and threw it in front of Song Qingming.

"It's almost the same, just make do with it. Anyway, it won't last long, and it will be returned to us after the auction is over."

"Then this one!" Song Qingming took the pig-headed mask and put it on his face, and followed him forward.

As soon as he put on the mask, Song Qingming suddenly found that his spiritual consciousness seemed to be isolated by the mask and could not penetrate the mask. Could it be that the mask also had the effect of isolating spiritual consciousness?

He used his spiritual sense to detect the bull-headed masked man in front of him and found that it was true. Even though they were very close, his spiritual sense could not penetrate the mask on his head. No wonder he did not see his cultivation level when they first met. It turned out that he was covered by this thing.

It seems that this mask is really a good thing. After wearing it, not only can it hide his cultivation level, but it is estimated that even the foundation-building cultivators will not be able to detect his appearance later.

After walking a few miles forward with the bull-headed masked man, the two came to a mountain wall. After the bull-headed masked man cast a set of spells on the mountain wall, the scene in front of them was distorted, revealing a cave with a radius of ten feet.

The bull-headed man took Song Qingming directly into the cave. There was a bright lamp hanging every two sides of the cave, illuminating the dark cave very brightly. Seeing that the surrounding mountain walls were very neat, Song Qingming felt that this should be a cultivator at the foundation-building stage or above who directly dug it out with a magic weapon.

After walking about half a mile in the cave, they came to a slightly larger cave. At this time, there were already many monks sitting around. Like Song Qingming, they all wore this kind of bronze mask on their faces.

After seeing Song Qingming and the others, these people just looked up and glanced, and soon lowered their heads and began to meditate, as if waiting for something.

After the bull-headed masked man brought Song Qingming here, he said something to a horse-headed masked man standing in the middle, and soon turned around and left.

Song Qingming looked around and found a place where no one was and sat down.

After learning about the auction at Tiandan Pavilion, although he felt that the invitation was a bit ridiculously expensive, Song Qingming finally bought an invitation from the green-robed old man and came here.

The reason why he spent a hundred spirit stones to attend the auction was not because he was in a hurry to buy the marrow cleansing pill, but mainly because he was moved by the foundation-building pill mentioned by the green-robed old man. Regardless of whether what the green-robed old man said was true or false, Song Qingming still didn't want to miss this opportunity. After all, the foundation-building pill was too important to him now, and it was worth spending a hundred spirit stones to take a look.

After a careful look, there were already thirty or forty cultivators in the cave. Several of them standing with the horse-headed masked man should be the same as the bull-headed man, all of whom were members of the Tiandan League and were responsible for taking them to the auction. I just don't know why they were all brought to this cave.

After more than an hour, the bull-headed man returned to the cave again, and this time he brought two more people, who also wore masks on their faces and couldn't see their faces clearly, but from their figures, it can be seen that they are two young women.

The two women looked around and did not speak either. They found a corner with few people and sat down.

"It seems that I came not too late. I didn't expect so many people to attend this auction."

Four or five days passed, until there were nearly a hundred people sitting in the cave. The minotaur and the centaur stopped going outside to pick up people and informed everyone to prepare to set off to the auction venue.