Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Chapter 132 Obtaining the Dust-Reducing Pill, the young Yuan Yao!
"Ten thousand!"

A girl in a blue skirt who was in the early stage of foundation building raised her right hand and raised it to 10,000 low-level spirit stones in one breath.

After these words were spoken, the foundation-building monks below the stage couldn't help but look at the girl a few more times.

Although the Dust-Reducing Pill is worth more than just five thousand spirit stones, the person who raised the price by five thousand spirit stones in one breath is obviously not an ordinary person.

"Thirteen thousand spirit stones!"

At this moment, a bald strong man in a blood-red robe stood up, his face was ferocious and murderous.

As soon as he stood up, he immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Isn't this Yao Yong? The third disciple of the old monster Chihuo from Yuangui Island!"

"This ruthless person has already made a bid. This looks like it will be interesting."

……

Listening to the low conversation coming from his ears, Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly.

It seems that bidding for this Dust-Reducing Pill will cause some disputes.

Fortunately, he was well prepared and changed his appearance into Han Li's, so even if the action takes place, he doesn't have to worry about being implicated.

Under the pressure of Yao Yong's tyranny, several cultivators in the late stage of foundation building were very eager for the Dust Reducing Pill.

But at this moment he fell silent.

Next, Yao Yong and the woman in the blue skirt started bidding against each other.

"Twenty-one thousand low-level spirit stones."

Yao Yong looked gloomy and stared at the woman in the blue skirt: "How about giving me this Dust Repelling Pill today?"

Wisps of light black evil spirit surged on the surface of the body, if this place was not Kuixing Island.

Maybe Yao Yong was about to explode and kill someone at this moment.

“The highest bidder gets it.”

The blue-skirted female cultivator obviously had a great background. She looked calm as she tapped the spirit sword on her waist and said calmly, "Others are afraid of you, but I am not. Twenty-two thousand spirit stones."

"you..."

Yao Yong gritted his teeth and glared at the female cultivator in the blue skirt.

Although this woman is at the initial stage of foundation building, the one she serves is Madam Wen who is at the Nascent Soul stage.

It's not someone I can afford to offend.

And twenty-one thousand spirit stones are already his limit.

Just when he thought that the Dust Reducing Pill would be snatched away by the sword maid, a young man in a purple-black robe raised his hand:
"Twenty-three thousand low-level spirit stones."

Hearing this, the monks on the field were in an uproar and all looked at the unfamiliar face.

"Twenty-four thousand spirit stones."

The sword maid in blue skirt tightened the magic sword in her hand and looked at Wang Lin with a dignified look in her eyes.

Wang Lin had no expression on his face. He slowly raised his hand and continued to bid: "Twenty-five thousand spirit stones."

The sword maid had a gloomy face, but did not say anything else.

Seeing that the sword maid was at a disadvantage, the smile on Yao Yong's face became even brighter, but the look he gave Wang Lin was full of undisguised greed.

Jianbi is Madam Wen's person, and he dare not offend her.

This stranger obviously did not have a powerful background, so he could easily kill him and take away his Dust-Reducing Pill.

As Madam Yu counted down to three.

This Dust-Reducing Pill belongs to Wang Lin.

A maid in green twisted her voluptuous body and came to Wang Lin carrying a mahogany tray.

"Senior, please place the spirit stones on the tray."

The maid bowed and handed the tray to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin took out a bulging storage bag and threw it onto the tray.

Seeing this, the maid quickly handed the storage bag to Madam Yu.

Madam Yu squeezed the bulging storage bag in her hand, and her spiritual consciousness poured into it. After counting everything, she handed the Dust Reducing Pill to the maid and passed it to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and opened the brocade box. A strong medicinal fragrance wafted into his nose.

While Wang Lin was looking at the Dust Reducing Pill in his hand, he could clearly feel the burning gazes from all around him.

After all, this is an opportunity to break through to the Jindan stage, so it is normal for these foundation-building cultivators to find it difficult to suppress their inner desires.

Wang Lin showed no emotion. He turned his wrist and put the Dust Reducing Pill into his storage bag.

As for the remaining Snow Spirit Water, Wang Lin did not choose to continue bidding.

Looking at Wang Lin's departing back, several cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage who were originally bidding at ease immediately stood up and quickly followed.

Among this group of people, Yao Yong is naturally among them.

Wang Lin left the attic without saying hello to Hua Qing to avoid exposing his identity.

Instead, he drove the Baiyun Shuttle alone and fled out of Kuixing Island.

The White Cloud Shuttle is extremely fast. If Wang Lin wants to escape, Yao Yong and several late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators will naturally not be able to catch up with him.

Others wanted to kill people and steal treasures, and Wang Lin was no exception.

Especially Yao Yong, since he asked for more than 20,000 spirit stones, he naturally had some spirit stones on him.

In the eyes of Yao Yong and others, they are holding a huge treasure.

But in Wang Lin's opinion, aren't Yao Yong and others the same?

It depends on who has more and stronger cards.

Wang Lin stepped on the White Cloud Shuttle, creating waves on the sea.

Looking at the sparkling sea ahead, Wang Lin did not escape aimlessly, but flew towards Xiaohuan Island.

I have looked at the nautical chart before and found that there are many deserted islands in the sea area heading towards Xiaohuan Island.

Being used as a tomb for the four cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage behind him was considered a bargain for them.

He escaped like this for five hours.

A deserted island a hundred feet high appeared before our eyes.

Wang Lin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and the speed of the White Cloud Shuttle under him increased greatly, turning into a white stream of light and escaping into the island.

Immediately afterwards, a layer of pale white formation light curtain gradually rose from the island.

In order to lure the three people into the island, Wang Lin specially selected a low-level formation.

If we directly use the inverted five elements formation, I guess these people will still be afraid to enter the island.

As expected, seeing the thin light curtain of the formation, Yao Yong smiled contemptuously: "You think such a formation can stop me?"

"Help me kill this man, and the Dust-Reducing Pill will be mine, and the rest will be divided between the two of you."

Hearing this, the two people behind looked at each other and nodded.

The two men were wearing cloth shirts and tiger and wolf masks on their faces to hide their true appearance.

The two of them are not disciples of the family sect, but independent cultivators.

To be precise, it was the famous robbery cultivator near Kuixing Island.

The two were very cautious and specialized in robbing independent cultivators who displayed their wealth at auctions.

And because the two did not harm the disciples of the sect family, they were safe and sound near Kuixing Island.

He even made a good living by robbing monks.

"It's just a formation, destroy it!"

Yao Yong looked at the formation in front of him and snorted coldly. A scarlet spirit sword flew out of the storage bag.

As soon as the spirit sword appeared, it emitted a strong fishy smell.

Wisps of light red evil spirit emanated from the spirit sword, with such powerful force that it even distorted the surrounding air.

"go with!"

Yao Yong pointed at the magic sword with one hand, and it made a sharp buzzing sound.

"call out!"

The white light curtain was like a water curtain and was easily penetrated by the spirit sword.

With a "rip" sound, the light curtain was torn apart and Yao Yong escaped into the deserted island.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, Yao Yong quickly detected Wang Lin's figure.

At this time, Wang Lin was sitting on a rock in the valley in the island, with his eyes closed, as if he was unaware that he was about to face a life-and-death crisis.

"No matter how many strategies you have, they are useless in the face of absolute strength!"

There was no worry on Yao Yong's face as he led the two robbers towards the valley.

Listening to the three voices getting closer and closer, Wang Lin slowly opened his eyes.

Strands of light blue light flowed from his eyes. "It's finally here."

Wang Lin murmured and looked at Yao Yong who was leading the group.

"You're still waiting for us here!"

Yao Yong sneered, stared at Wang Lin, and said with a smile: "Hand over the Dust Reducing Pill, maybe I can let you suffer less."

Hearing this, the two robbery cultivators behind him let out creepy laughter.

"You guys are a little late."

Wang Lin dusted off his sleeves and slowly stood up.

Wang Lin's calmness surprised the three of them. It was somewhat unexpected.

The few men killed and looted countless people, and those they met either begged for mercy humbly or fled in panic, while some fought to the death.

But someone like Wang Lin was so calm and looked at him jokingly.

This was the first time the three of them met.

"Die!"

Yao Yong could only use murderous intent to cover up his inner fear, and quickly pointed at the blood-colored sword in front of him, wanting to kill Wang Lin.

A khaki figure slowly emerged from the ground and appeared behind the three people.

"call out!"

Kiyaksha threw the pale white bone fork lightly, and it turned into a stream of light, instantly piercing through the late Foundation Establishment cultivator wearing a tiger mask.

The bone fork was extremely fast and pierced the other wolf-masked cultivator through the waist before he could react.

Yao Yong's expression suddenly changed. In just a moment, two Tribulation Cultivators with the same cultivation level as himself lost their lives.

He then realized what was going on and immediately took out a talisman, ready to take action.

However, after sensing the powerful aura emanating from Kiyaksha, Yao Yong immediately gave up the desire to take action.

"Form...Form the elixir."

"Please spare me."

Yao Yong's face turned pale and he kept begging for mercy.

"Hehehe, Master, this person's blood smells fishy, ​​which is just my taste."

Kiyashin stuck out his scarlet tongue, stared at Yao Yong with his green eyes, and sneered.

Wang Lin had a blank expression on his face. He glanced at Yao Yong and said calmly, "Do you have any treasure or information that can buy my life?"

While Wang Lin was speaking, Demon Yasha opened his sharp fangs and wisps of emerald green mist came out of his mouth.

A pale green boundary formed hundreds of feet above the body surface.

This is the ghost realm that Kiyaksha learned when he broke through the Jindan stage.

Demon Yasha looked at Yao Yong coldly, and if he made the slightest movement, he would be killed without a burial place.

Feeling the demon Yasha staring at him from behind, Yao Yong trembled and his mind was constantly thinking.

Thinking about what information I could use to exchange for my life.

"By the way, there is a sect called Liuyun Sect in the southeast of Kuixing Island. It is rumored that its leader has obtained an ancient treasure."

"The sect master has only the cultivation level of a fake elixir, and this treasure is within your reach."

Yao Yong smiled widely, took off the storage bag from his waist and presented it to him, saying respectfully: "As long as you can let me go, I will take you to find the sect, and all my wealth will belong to you."

"Ancient treasure? There are many Jindan cultivators who are eyeing it."

Wang Lin sneered, looked at Yao Yong deeply, and said, "Do you want me to die?"

After hearing this, Yao Yong waved his hands and explained quickly: "This news is only known to my Yuangui Island. My master sent my eldest brother to get the treasure."

"Eldest brother?"

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows and speculated, "Is he at the Jindan stage?"

"The early stage of Danjie."

Yao Yong pursed his lips and glanced at Kiyahsha behind him.

Hearing this, Wang Lin sneered.

This person seemed to be offering treasures, but in fact he involved himself among the Jindan cultivators.

Wang Lin didn't say anything else, and a blue light flashed in his eyes as he looked at Yao Yong.

"Stab!"

Wisps of green mist condensed into sharp spears and instantly pierced through Yao Yong's chest.

"you!!!"

Yao Yong's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin had a blank expression on his face. He looked at the storage bag handed over by Kiyaksha and murmured in a low voice, "It's an unexpected surprise."

Wang Lin’s spiritual consciousness sank into Yao Yong’s storage bag.

The first thing that came to mind was a number of crystal clear spirit stones, and in addition there were two exquisite brocade boxes.

"This is!"

Wang Lin’s spiritual power sank into it, and then he saw two brocade boxes appear in front of him.

With two "clicks", the brocade box was opened.

What appeared before his eyes was a pool of clear liquid, emitting a biting chill. In another brocade box, there was a constantly surging scarlet fire liquid, emitting a scorching heat.

"Snow Spirit Water, Sky Fire Liquid!"

Looking at the two spiritual objects in the brocade box, Wang Lin's eyes flashed with joy and he exclaimed in surprise.

Unexpectedly, Yao Yong was really a boy who brought wealth. He not only had 20,000 spirit stones, but also these two spiritual objects.

In this way, he had the Snow Spirit Water, the Heavenly Water Liquid, and the Dust-Reducing Pill in his hands.

Entering the Jindan stage should be easy.

"Fuck!"

Wang Lin shook his right hand, and three vermilion fireballs streaked through the air and landed on the three corpses.

The flames raged and burned the body to ashes in an instant.

"Liuyun Sect, ancient treasure."

Wang Lin touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

Ancient treasures were refined by ancient monks. They have a single function but are extremely powerful.

Like the Gan Tian Ge, the flower basket, the Yin Yang Ring, the Xuan Huang Mirror, the Yu Ruyi, the Five Elements Ring, the Ning Guang Mirror...

Each item is extremely powerful. If there is a chance to obtain an ancient treasure, Wang Lin would still be willing to go for it.

According to Yao Yong, the leader of Liuyun Sect is only at the fake dan stage and seems to be risk-free.

But he had to be on guard against the Jindan cultivator from Yuangui Island.

I can only believe half of what Yao Yong said, not all of it.

If I could break through the Jindan stage and go there, it would be a sure thing.

But after I made a breakthrough, it was too late.

"With Kiyaksha's escape technique, if you are careful and cautious, it won't be a problem to get the treasure."

Wang Lin glanced at Gui Yasha and said calmly, “Let’s go!”

Then white clouds surged under his feet, and wisps of white clouds covered Wang Lin's figure.

Wang Lin’s figure instantly disappeared from the spot and fled towards the island where Liuyun Sect was located.

……

Liuyun Island, located more than a thousand nautical miles southwest of Kuixing Island, is a central island.

Although Liuyun Sect is a small sect, it has been entrenched in Liuyun Island for thousands of years.

Today is the day when Liuyun Sect is founded, which happens once every ten years.

More than three hundred young children stood in the square.

Thirty feet away, a white-haired old man stood and said in a loud voice: "Today is the day when my Liuyun Sect accepts disciples. Come forward one by one to test your spiritual roots!"

After the white-haired old man finished speaking, two young girls in the crowd whispered to each other.

"Yuan Yao, do you think we can have spiritual roots?"

Yuan Yao scratched his head, looked at the white-haired monk in the distance, and muttered, "Isn't it said that immortals are immortal? Why is he still getting old?"

Different from the sect's celebration of accepting disciples, in the hall.

The clan leader knelt on the ground, and a man in red was sitting on the throne.

(End of this chapter)