The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

Chapter 19 Underground Auction City

Yan Qiao looked at one stall after another and found that the energy contained in those yellow talismans was extremely weak.

The magic weapon cannot be called a magic weapon. It can only be said to be a shaped thing that has been endowed with some special purposes.

Seeing these things, Yan Qiao shook his head, feeling somewhat disappointed.

She was also thinking about Blue Star, which was also a cultivation planet before. After all, there would be some special things that were passed down.

But I didn't expect that this inheritance was indeed broken too seriously.

Yan Qiao stopped in front of a booth, and she picked up an amber on the edge.

It was found that what was sealed in the amber was a seed, and there was a strong vitality coming out.

"How much is it?"

Yan Qiao looked up at the stall owner.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man in a navy blue Taoist robe.

Hearing Yan Qiao's voice, he looked up at the girl, then at the things she was holding in her hand.

The corner of his mouth twitched, he waved his hand and said, "I'll see you off."

In modern times, an amber product is not worth a few dollars.

Moreover, he is a talisman seller. I don’t know where this amber came from. There is no difference between selling it and giving it away.

"Thank you."

Yan Qiao put the amber into the pocket of his jacket, and it was actually transferred into the space.

"This is for you."

Saying that, Yan Qiao took out a yellow talisman and handed it to the stall owner, then turned and left.

"Ugh?"

The stall owner looked at Yan Qiao's leaving figure and didn't react for a moment.

He muttered: "I don't know which sect's young disciple, how can I be so simple?"

"Looking at it like this, most of this yellow talisman is only learned, I don't know if there is any..." Wei Li.

Before he finished speaking, he froze in place.

This ink looks like a new talisman.

But why are the lines so unfamiliar?

What kind of symbol is this painting?
Wait a minute, this talisman...

This power... how is it possible? !
He quickly looked up to look for Yan Qiao, but he only saw people coming and going.

The stall owner immediately beat his chest and stamped his feet, missing it, missing it.

Who is the master who can draw such exquisite yellow talismans?

"No, I have to keep it well and take it back to show my senior brother."

As he said that, the stall owner quietly glanced at the people around him several times from the corner of his eye.

When he found that no one noticed his movements, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't stop the smile on his face.

Yan Qiao walked around for more than half an hour, but found nothing.

But after such a trip, she had a preliminary understanding of the strength of the Taoist sect in her heart.

"what?"

Yan Qiao was heading towards the exit, but he felt a pure spiritual power halfway.

She looked up and found a group of people not far away.

"It seems that Huang Daoyou's eyesight is getting worse every year."

The middle-aged man who spoke stroked his goatee, looked at the man in the middle of the field, his eyes were full of gloating.

"Yuan Hongyao, you are trying to trick me!"

Huang Guofu's eyes suddenly widened, and he stared at Yuan Hongyao with disbelief in his eyes.

"What does Fellow Daoist Huang mean by this? How could I, Yuan, use such a dirty trick."

Yuan Hongyao shook his head and said.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, don't talk nonsense. It will affect my reputation, Mr. Yuan. You can't afford to pay for it."

Huang Guofu was so angry that his whole body was shaking.

But he was stupid and didn't know what to say, and the people around him were watching the fun, so no one would help him at all.

In the end, he could only pull the corners of his mouth and leave lonely.

But in his heart, he was thinking about how he should explain to his junior brother after he went back.

They were originally a small sect, and the money was originally for him to go directly to buy a piece of jade back.

In the end, he took it to gamble with stones, and now he is fine, and he got nothing, only this pile of useless broken stones.

Yan Qiao's eyes fell on the pile of stones left in the field.

Her eyes flickered slightly, thoughtfully.

"Can I take these stones?"

Yan Qiao stepped forward and asked the staff who were cleaning up the venue.

Hearing this, the man raised his head to look at Yan Qiao, and found that it was a teenage girl.

He looked Yan Qiao up and down, with a hint of contempt in his eyes: "You won't try to find mistakes here, will you?"

"This rubbish is only appreciated by you poor ghosts who like to dream about picking up leaks."

"If you want 500 yuan, take it and don't block me from throwing away the trash."

As he said that, the man put all the broken stones in a pocket.

Yan Qiao's expression remained unchanged, she took out five one-hundred sheets from her pocket, and handed them to him.

The man paused for a moment, then grabbed the 500 yuan and sneered: "It's yours."

After speaking, he took the 500 yuan and left.

Yan Qiao looked at the bag of gravel, took out a piece, rubbed it with his hand, and narrowed his phoenix eyes.

Sure enough it was.

The people around him hadn't dispersed yet. When they saw Yan Qiao's action, most of them laughed, but there were also a small number of people who had ideas in their minds.

Yan Qiao didn't care about the gazes around her, and left the place with the bag in one hand.

Upstairs, the man dressed in cloud satin brocade looked at the back of Yan Qiao leaving, his peach blossom eyes shone brightly, and there was an undisguised nobleness between his brows.

"interesting."

Yan Qiao had long felt that someone was watching her, but she didn't care.

There are more people at the exit than at the entrance.

There are also some people who stand on the side and stare at you from time to time.

Yan Qiao walked slowly past them without squinting his eyes.

It wasn't until Yan Qiao was no longer visible that some people looked back.

Yan Qiao's demeanor made them hesitate, fearing that they would accidentally offend the disciples sent by the sect, and that would be bad.

"Forget it, it's better to be careful." Some people muttered quietly.

Seeing that no one came up to snatch it, Yan Qiao was a little surprised.

After all, just by looking at the eyes of those people, you can tell that they are very excited.

"It's a pity." Yan Qiao hooked the corners of her lips.

As for what is a pity, only she knows.

Yan Qiao lowered his eyes, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and scratched the screen a few times with his slender fingers.

The moment the screen was unlocked, a large number of messages popped up.

After waiting for the message to finish playing, she casually clicked on one and went to read it.

Yan Wenli: [I have already gone through the transfer procedures for your mother. If you can, don’t come back for the rest of your life! 】

Seeing this piece of news, Yan Qiao's eyes gradually turned cold.

……

In the villa in front of him, except for the street lights in the yard, all he could see was darkness.

Yan Qiao stood at the door of the villa, making a seal with one hand.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind.

In just a moment, several ghost figures flew over.

Soon, the area at the entrance of the villa was filled with ghosts.

These are all wild ghosts on Yunwu Mountain, who were not taken away by Black and White Wuchang for various reasons.

The feng shui of Yunwu Mountain is very good, and there are more wild ghosts gathered here.

But generally no wild ghost dares to come out to harm people, because generally wild ghosts are afraid of people.

(End of this chapter)