Yaomei Wushuang

Chapter 153 Auction Mustard Space
Master Minghua really wanted to prove that he was dazzled, so he raised his head and looked at the fiery red sky. Yes, it was an illusion. The night sky was black, so how could it be red? Wanbao Pavilion has stood for more than a hundred years, why? Maybe there is no tile left after being demolished in such a short time?
It was all an illusion just now, the four commanders of the Demon Race are united, how could the well-behaved Eastern Commander kill the Western Commander, hallucinations, all hallucinations!
Yan Fei worriedly grabbed his master's sleeve, which became dirty again in a few days, and tugged it down: "Master? Why don't you talk? Are you really hurt?"

Daoist Ming Hua stared at his little disciple with wide eyes, and finally admitted that he was deceiving himself just now, who is it not his own disciple?Who else has such a beautiful, sensible, and incredible disciple?

"I'm fine." Daoist Ming Hua only felt dry mouthed and dazzled, and didn't know what words to use to express his fucking mood: "It's the two of you? How did you come here? I don't remember this time The trip to Wanbao Pavilion has both of your names!" Even Ling Xiao, a late-stage foundation-builder Dzogchen, was ordered to stay at Biyun Peak, let alone these two newcomer disciples who had just started.

However, Daoist Minghua was entangled, and took his two disciples one by one to find a place with relatively few people. Don’t even think about a place with no one. After being bombarded by the sky, now only the original Wanbao Pavilion The place is still there, and the rest of the place has become a deep valley. It is just such a place, and it is naturally full of people: "Honestly, when did you sneak here? And what's the matter with your two cultivation bases?"

As soon as Master Minghua said the words, Yan Fei's face changed instantly, and he turned his face unnaturally to look around and say something else: "The demons have already retreated? Why did you let them go so easily?"

Bai Chuan met his master's suspicious eyes, and the fox smiled on his handsome face, unable to make out the expression, but Master Minghua looked at the other side's face slightly, and found a faint rose color on Yan Fei's neck. The ambiguous hickey immediately felt like five thunderbolts.

No, no, no, no?He, Daoist Minghua, has been single for so many years. He is in the golden core stage and has not considered the matter of double cultivation. My two new disciples who have just entered the sect have not even reached the foundation stage. , actually started double cultivation?

What's even more deceitful is, who's double cultivation is so fast, it directly advances from the middle stage of Qi refining to the early stage of foundation establishment!Is this double cultivation?It's not a tonic, right?Even the means of harvesting and repairing by the evil monks are not so fast!
Daoist Minghua's mind was almost tied up, he looked at his two disciples stupidly, and Yan Fei felt uncomfortable watching him, Master looked like this, did he think of something?
"Fellow daoists!" Qian Wanjin floated up with a painful expression on his face, and bowed his hands to the monks in salute: "This time the demons attacked, not only Wanbao Pavilion suffered huge losses, but fellow daoists also suffered a lot from it. Harmful, the Demon Lord wakes up, and the civil strife among the Demon Race intensifies, we must seize the opportunity to drive the Demon Race back to the Demon Realm as soon as possible, so that they will never be able to come out to do harm to the common people in the future!"

The Hell Flame Butterfly raised by Shana, the commander of the West, does not know how many lives will be harmed. It is really not wrong to say that the demons are harming the common people, but I don’t know if the demons are the only ones who are harming the common people like this , Is there no such scum in the world of comprehension?

"Wanbao Pavilion has lost a large number of treasures, even the Yaoyuan Fruit and Hunting God Bow that were auctioned at the finale were stolen!" Qian Wanjin looked sad and angry: "But, the demons don't want to disturb our Wanbao Pavilion! Auction! I, Qian Wanjin, once again announce that the auction will continue! For the rest of the auction items, except for the mustard space in the finale auction, Wanbao Pavilion promises to lower the transaction price by [-]%!"

Before Qian Wanjin finished speaking, the monks present were completely excited. Wanbao Pavilion promised to reduce the price of the auction items. This is a good thing. They can spend a small amount of money to buy what they want. The announcement was extremely agreeable: "Don't worry, shopkeeper Qian! The devil's wolf ambition will sooner or later bear the consequences of its own consequences! We in the cultivation world will never give up with the demon race!"

Qian Wanjin looked relieved: "Very well, I announce that the auction will continue!"

Mu Tie and Mu Le father and son looked gloomy at the cheering monks. The three finale auction items now only have space for them to control the beasts. The competition will definitely be more fierce. In terms of affection, they will not compete too much with the Beast Control Sect, and the five evil sects will not care about it. The mustard space is a rare treasure, and it will not be easily missed.

The result was exactly as they had guessed. The bidding for the elixir and magic weapon was not too fierce. Most people had already set their sights on the mustard space, and the three finale auction items were gone. Two pieces, the last one left, you have to get it no matter what!

In the lively atmosphere, the auction came to the end. Wan Li held an exquisite small box in his hand, and opened it to reveal a yellowed silk scroll: "Everyone, please look, this is a silk scroll, the specific age, After careful identification by the treasure appraiser of Wanbao Pavilion, it should be from the ancient times."

As soon as these four words came out in ancient times, it immediately attracted everyone's attention, no matter whether they were decent or evil, no matter if they were powerful or just watching the fun, they all focused their fiery eyes on the treasure in Wan Li's hand. That silk book.

If it is a cultivation technique from the ancient times, it is priceless!

"It's a pity that the script used on it is too uncommon, and our treasure appraisers at Wanbao Pavilion have spent several years of hard work and have not been able to decipher it. It seems that it does not belong to any known script, so it has been impossible to determine whether this scroll is a record. What, I hope it can meet someone with predestined relationship—the base price is 100 million middle-grade spirit stones!"

After Wan Li's voice fell, the surroundings were still quiet, and the silk book that was stared at by so many people was lying quietly in the box. 100 million middle-grade spirit stones, this is its starting price, and it is based on the ancient things. These four words can double its worth.

But no one bid. Are you kidding? The treasure appraisers of Wanbao Pavilion are recognized as the most knowledgeable and knowledgeable people in the cultivation world. What's the use even if you buy it back?Is it an antique?

In an awkward silence, Wanli looked around, disappointed to find that none of the people had any intention of opening their mouths. Although they were very interested in things from the ancient times, it would be silly to buy an undecipherable silk book with 100 million middle-grade spirit stones. A lot of money.

"Is there no bid? You should know that this is a silk book from the ancient times. Maybe you are the one who has the chance to crack the secret of this silk book and get huge profits from it!" Wan Li continued to stir while slandering in his heart. , I knew this would happen!The same goes for the shopkeeper, since there are no good things in the treasure room, so what if you tell the truth?Anyway, the demons did good deeds at that time, why bother to slap their swollen face to pretend to be fat?

As for this broken book, I bought it with a thousand low-grade spirit stones at the beginning, and thought it was a big leak, but I didn’t know that no one would recognize the weird words on it, it was useless, and I didn’t know it was there. How many years has it been thrown in the corner of the treasure room? Today, the Wanbao Pavilion was demolished. I don’t know who found it from the corner. It was covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Is there no bid?" Wan Li held the so-called ancient thing in embarrassment, and continued to ask, despising Qian Wanjin in his heart, thinking about money like crazy, dare to bid 100 million for this old scroll, it is still a middle-grade spirit stone, At that time, it was only a thousand low-grade spirit stones!

People are not enough to swallow elephants!

"I'll offer 100 million middle-grade spirit stones!" Just when Wan Li thought that this fake item was about to fail in auction, someone actually shouted out the price.

Wan Li was stunned for a moment, and the others were stunned for a moment, then immediately turned their attention to the person who called the price, a guy wearing a hooded black cloak, who seemed to be sneaky and shameless.

Huh?Isn't that the honored guest that shopkeeper Qian said?Wan Li recognized it at a glance. It is true that Yan Fei has a very close relationship with Wanbao Pavilion these days. He is also in the mustard space and belongs to Dapeng Jinyu. Qian Wanjin has long seen him as the God of Wealth. How could he speak Photograph this silk scroll?Could it be that he thinks he can understand the weird words on it?
The person who called for the price was naturally Yan Fei. From the moment the silk book was taken out of the box, Yan Fei's eyes were firmly attached to it, and a voice in his heart kept saying to her, take it. Come down, you must take it down, if you miss it, you will regret it!
So, by accident, she quietly left the real person Minghua, asked Bai Chuan to help cover her sight, and quickly entered the space to change her outfit. Her face was also tightly covered by a mask, and she was wrapped in a hooded black cloak Appeared and shouted a reserve price of 100 million.

"This fellow Taoist offered 100 million yuan, has anyone offered a higher price?" Wan Li was puzzled, guessing that this distinguished guest probably knew a little about the silk scroll, otherwise who would be willing to take advantage of it: "This is a It’s a real ancient thing, maybe you are its predestined person, who can decipher its secrets! For the first time of 100 million, is there anyone who will increase the price?”

Yan Fei's face behind the mask was dripping with sweat. In case someone raised the price, the mustard space hadn't started the auction yet, and she had earned more than 100 million middle-grade spirit stones from Chi Ling's feathers. That's it.

Fortunately, none of the masters of Wanbaoge could identify the weird heavenly book, and no one else had the confidence to decipher it. After Wan Li yelled a few times, he dropped the hammer in disappointment: "One million for the third time! Okay, This scroll originated from a silk script in ancient times, and it belongs to this fellow Taoist!"

Yan Fei could feel the prying eyes of the profound gazes around her, and probably wanted to know from her what the contents of the silk scroll were, to spend 100 million to buy something that no one would want, and to rob without spending a penny. , is planned by many people.

　The update is late, the uncle next door passed away in the early morning, alas

　　
　
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