My Neighborhood Stewardess

The scene was silent for a long time.

As an auctioneer, Yang Dahai is inevitably embarrassed in this atmosphere.

Not long after, he sighed. Just as he was about to announce the streaming, a lazy voice sounded.

"Five hundred and fifty thousand."

Yang Dahai was overjoyed when he heard the speech and hurriedly raised the auction hammer: "box 21, fifty-one thousand times, fifty-five thousand two times, fifty-three thousand three times, deal! Congratulations to the Taoist brother on the 21st! "

Yang Dahai's eyes were sharp. Of course, he noticed that the sound came from the first box near the gate.

That box is number twenty-one.

He was originally an exquisite man. He saw that situ Bo had taken the initiative to soften the people in the box. Naturally, he knew that the other party was at least a great power in the later stage of the combination.

The tone naturally became respectful.

At the time of handover, Lin Feng threw out a storage bag very happily. It was just a drizzle for him.

Situ Bo and others who secretly observed this scene looked at each other and nodded secretly.

"I think he may be an alchemist, or an alchemist he knows, otherwise he wouldn't be so keen on these spiritual herbs."

Situ Bo said in a deep voice.

Among all the items he auctioned this time, lingcao accounted for at least 30%.

In fact, there are many spiritual herbs in their storage bags, but these spiritual herbs can refine some popular pills, and the quantity is also considerable. They can wait until they go to yanxuan continent and find a herbalist to pay enough money to help them refine them.

As for those less popular spirit grass, or a small number, they all threw them into the auction.

I believe that in addition to the power of Xihua City, there are also many spiritual grass stored in various forces in other cities.

For such things, they can't refine pills themselves. They can only put them there. They will sell them all as soon as there is a suitable channel.

"It's possible that although qingguangcao can refine Qingyun pill, the refining success rate of general four-star alchemists will not even exceed 10%. In fact, this kind of spirit grass has a cold attribute and is used for breakthrough, so it's restless. Unlike general herbs, it's mild. It's difficult to suppress it by the flame controlled by alchemists alone."

Zhang Xiong sighed.

They sell these herbs very cheaply.

Finished pills like Qingyun pill, even if they are inferior, are worth millions of inferior spirit stones.

Although the lower grade Qingyun pill makes the probability of Yuanying's peak friars breaking through 30%, for many friars, 30% is a pretty good increase probability.

Twelve, only 550000 inferior spirit stones. It's really not expensive.

Just then, situ Bo was stunned.

"What's going on?"

Zhang Xiong caught a faint fluctuation of spiritual consciousness and asked.

"The Taoist friend came to me just now and asked me if I could add additional auction items to the auction list. It seems that he has something to auction."

Situ Bo asked with a wry smile.

"This..."

Zhang Xiong frowned. After a little meditation, he said, "as long as the quantity is not too much and the quality is enough, promise him and sell him a face."

"OK."

Situ Bo hurriedly looked for the trace of spiritual knowledge mark that was about to dissipate and passed on his meaning to the past, that is to say, he went to the box to get something now.

However, situ Bo was stunned again.

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Xiong asked.

"He said... Wait a minute."

Situ Bo was a little confused.

Since something wants to be auctioned, just take it out directly. Why do you say to wait a while?

Just when a few people were confused, Lin Feng had taken out the alchemy furnace in the box. Without preparation, he sat on the sofa in a big way, flicked his fingertips and began refining directly.

"Brother Lin, do you know how to refine pills?"

Qianqian looked surprised.

As a demon family, Qianqian certainly knows how difficult it is to refine pills.

For 99.9% of the strong demons, learning alchemy is even more painful than letting them fight for life and death.

Therefore, after discovering that Lin Feng can not only refine utensils, but also alchemy, Qianqian's curiosity about Lin Feng is even stronger.

"I just practice and play."

Lin Feng threw all the twelve qingguangcao into the alchemy furnace. Then he found some auxiliary medicinal materials from Shenshui space and threw them all in.

When Qianqian saw this scene, her beautiful eyes suddenly stared round.

Now she finally knows that Lin Feng is not alchemy, but really just for fun.

A wisp of inflammation of the earth's heart ejected from Lin Feng's fingertips and disappeared into the alchemy furnace. After the emergence of the local inflammation of the heart, the temperature in the box suddenly increased a lot.

"The flame seems very special."

A trace of fear flashed across Qianqian's face. The snake family was cold and was most afraid of the fire. Lin Feng's inflammation of the earth's core was much stronger than the ordinary fire. It was normal for Qianqian to feel afraid.

At the same time, Lin Feng made a seal with both hands and began to refine pills.

Qianqian also stopped talking. She knew very well that she had to concentrate on alchemy. Although in her opinion, Lin Feng could not succeed in alchemy this time, she was still very clever to keep quiet.

However, suddenly, Lin Feng looked at her and asked, "by the way, Qianqian, I heard that there are few alchemists in your demon family. Is it true?"

"Ga?"

Qianqian was a little silly. She looked at Lin Feng's still printing hand and the gently beating flame in the alchemy furnace. The whole person was not well.

It is said that a good alchemist must maintain absolute concentration in alchemy?

Why can you be distracted from chatting with yourself in alchemy?

That's bullshit, isn't it?

"Qian Qian? Qianqian? Are you okay? Why are you distracted? "

Lin Feng tied the seal with one hand, the other hand shook in Qianqian's eyes, and asked with a puzzled face.

"I..."

Qianqian drew from the corner of his mouth and looked at Lin Feng's Alchemy. He felt that his world outlook had been subverted.

"Very few indeed."

Qianqian replied weakly. At the same time, he was curious. Why hasn't alchemy failed this time?

"Indeed, I can see that most of your demon races are very weak in terms of spiritual awareness, and refining pills most depends on the manipulation of flame by spiritual awareness, so it is normal to have a small number."

Lin Feng chatted with Qian Qian while refining pills.

In this process, Qianqian would watch the Dan furnace almost every few seconds, and the idea of "why hasn't refining failed" flashed in his mind at the same time.

A quarter of an hour passed quietly.

"Almost."

Lin Feng smiled at the corners of his mouth and waved his palm. A row of twelve neat jade bottles were suspended in mid air.

"Almost what?"

Qianqian returned to his senses and asked subconsciously.

But the next second, she saw a scene she would never forget.