The Invincible School Flower Master

However, when the middle-aged auctioneer said that the piece of rags might be a set of techniques for repairing soul power or enhancing soul power, Xiao Han trembled slightly, and his face was also exposed. A look of surprise and joy came.

Isn't this kind of exercise what Xiao Han has always dreamed of?

When Xiao Han was in the Penglai Wonderland before, he had already dissipated the remnant soul of his master Shengxu Taoist because he did not have this kind of soul-repairing technique in his hands.

Xiao Han has always regretted this matter.

Later, when Xiaoyue was in the Heaven and Earth Holy Spirit Tower of Xiaoyao Sect, Xiaoyue used up all his soul power because of saving Xiao Han and fell into a state of chaos.

If Xiao Han can obtain this set of exercises, does it mean that Xiao Han may be able to wake up Xiaoyue in advance, maybe he doesn't have to wait until a year later?

Surprised and delighted, Xiao Han looked at the piece of rag in the hands of the middle-aged auctioneer with a happy face. Xiao Han first took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Xiao Han was actually not sure whether the rags recorded on the piece of cloth were the techniques for repairing the soul.

But judging from the words of the middle-aged auctioneer just now, this possibility is still very high.

Jin Yu Man Tang spent a lot of manpower and material resources, and found a lot of people. In the end, they could only reluctantly judge that what was recorded in that paragraph might be a set of methods for repairing the soul, which was actually enough for Xiao Han.

Of course, Xiao Han has no way to determine whether it is right or not, at least this possibility is still very high.

So now the only thing Xiao Han has to do is to find a way to buy this broken scroll at all costs.

As long as Xiao Han can get this rag piece, he might have a chance to piece it together.

On the auction stage, in order to sell this piece of rags, the middle-aged auctioneer was spitting over how mysterious and extraordinary this broken scroll of exercises was.

In short, the middle-aged auctioneer is also trying his best to make everyone feel that the piece of rag in his hand is very valuable, very mysterious, and has a big background. As long as the value of this piece of exercise technique is increased, it will be possible. Attracting the interest of potential buyers, it may be auctioned off.

It's a pity that no matter how much the middle-aged auctioneer vomits lotus flowers, it seems to have little effect.

Under the impatient introduction of the middle-aged auctioneer, some people in the auction hall began to feel impatient, and some grumpy families even directly cursed.

"Fun baby, a piece of rags can be called a treasure by you all in gold and jade."

"That's right, since this piece of rag is so powerful, wouldn't it be better for you Jinyu Mantang to keep the clan for generations?"

"For another auction item, I don't want to listen to you guys talking nonsense."

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Hearing that many people in the auction hall directly cursed, the middle-aged auctioneer had to laugh twice to ease the embarrassment on the court.

"Um... everyone, be quiet, don't worry, don't worry." The middle-aged auctioneer said with a wry smile: "The starting price for this fragment of the exercise technique is five seventh-order demon pills. VIPs can start bidding."

As the middle-aged auctioneer's voice fell, the huge auction hall was suddenly silent, but soon, there was a roar of laughter.

"One piece of rags wants to sell for the price of five seventh-order demon pills, why don't you grab it for the full house of gold and jade?"

"Grandpa's trousers are also put out for auction, as long as a seventh-order demon pill, who wants it?"

"My sufferings are also taken out, there is no auction, the woman gives it away for free."

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After a roar of laughter, many people looked at the middle-aged auctioneer on the stage as if they were looking at an idiot.

Who would spend five seventh-order demon pills to buy a piece of broken cloth without even knowing what the technique is? Even if you have more demon pills on your body, you can't spend it like this, right? Isn't this what the money is burning?

It seems that she also noticed the strangeness on Xiao Han's face. Empress Yumei also looked at Xiao Han suspiciously, but after thinking about it, Empress Yumei didn't say a word.

Empress Yumei knew, maybe Xiao Han might have seen what this piece of rag was.

It's just that Empress Yumei understands it, so it's better to keep quiet at this time.

Seeing Xiao Han staring at the fragment of the technique in the hands of the middle-aged auctioneer, Xiao Han took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart.

Xiao Han knew that even if he wanted to bid very much, he shouldn't bid at this time.

As long as he preemptively bid, I am afraid that many people will have a certain degree of Lenovo music.

Once some powerful masters have noticed the desire that Xiao Han really wants to take, I am afraid that this thing will be targeted by others.

Just like if Xiao Han didn't just need a set of methods to repair the soul, I'm afraid he would just keep a kind of curiosity about things of unknown origin.

But if someone really wants to get it, then Xiao Han has reason to suspect that there must be an inside story about this thing.

So what Xiao Han has to do now is not to not attract other people's attention.

At least, Xiao Han knew in his heart that with the demon pill he had now, if it were really compared with the local tyrants present, it would be impossible to compare them.

Looking at the abusive expressions around him and countless mocking gazes, the middle-aged auctioneer also looked helpless.

Even he himself felt that although this piece of rag was mysterious, it was not worth the price of five seventh-order demon pills.

According to his intentions, this kind of thing shouldn't appear in the best auction hall at all, at most it can only be placed in the second-rank auction hall, and just shoot a dozen or twenty Tier 4 demon pills or something.

Although this broken piece of exercise technique is old and has a weird texture, it is only in a broken state after all, and even the text on it is sloppy.

Even from the information displayed above, a set of soul-repairing techniques, even the complete version, is not enough for the big men around to snap up purchases. After all, soul power is not every Qi refiner. Both care.

And in the current situation where there is no way to judge, who will bid?

Even he himself felt that this piece of rag could not be successfully auctioned for the price of five seventh-order demon pills.

After the ridicule and anger on the court gradually subsided, the auction hall began to become quiet.

Many people are waiting to see the joke, who would buy such a piece of rag.

After this quiet atmosphere lasted for three minutes, no one on the court stood up to bid.

The middle-aged auctioneer on the stage finally sighed and shook his head with a wry smile.

He put the piece of rag back on the small plate. When he was just about to announce that the auction item was unsold, a voice suddenly remembered on the court.

"Five seventh-order demon pills are too expensive, or three seventh-order demon pills."

A crisp sound suddenly broke the silence in the auction hall.

Suddenly, countless eyes around him began to look for the source of the sound. In the end, all these eyes stopped on Xiao Han who was close to the front row.

"Is this man's brain caught? Spend three seventh-order demon pills to buy a piece of rag that I don't know what's the use?"

"Hehe, this man is smart, knowing that no one wants this thing. Not only did he not raise the price, but he also cut the price."

"That is, in this auction room, I have never seen anyone not bidding, but lowered the price."

"I haven't seen it either, but think about it. There is no one on this rag. Three seventh-order demon pills are already sky-high?"

"Could it be this person who saw the origin of this piece of rag?"

"How is it possible? It's so far apart, and none of the words on it can be read clearly. Who knows what that piece of rag is used for?"

"No, maybe this guy was bought to play."

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There was everything on the court, but most of them looked at Xiao Han with abusive eyes.

This guy actually used three seventh-order demon pills to buy a piece of rag, which is really strange.

Xiao Han stood up slowly. He knew that the best way at this time was to not be too eye-catching, but Xiao Han couldn't helplessly watch the remnants of the exercise technique.

So Xiao Han had an idea, thought of this good way, and bid the price lower.

If Xiao Han directly increases the price, it may be easy for people to misunderstand that he has seen through the value of this broken piece of exercise technique.

But the price reduction is different, so it will be better to understand.

At this time, Xiao Han, who stood up, chuckled softly: "I like Chen Jinnan to gamble the most. Although I said that I would lose 10 gambles, I still want to bet today. Maybe this piece of rag is really useful? It doesn’t matter, I’ll just go to the kiln a few more times, but the price of five seventh-order demon pills is too high. I can only sell three seventh-level demon pills. Can you sell all the gold and jade?"

As soon as Xiao Han's voice fell, there was a whisper on the court.

Although it is reasonable to say that, many people still don't understand. Which fool would use three seventh-order demon pills to buy a piece of rag that may be useless?

Not only the people in the back of the auction hall, but even the representatives of some major forces in the front row turned their heads and looked at Xiao Han in surprise.

Xiao Han was very face-to-face, no one knew him, and he was very young, and it seemed that his cultivation level was not high.

Look at a middle-aged fat man next to him, accompanied by a beautiful woman, who looks like a powerful young man.

The middle-aged auctioneer was overjoyed when he heard an offer on the court.

When Xiao Han said that five seventh-order demon pills were too expensive, and he was only willing to produce three seventh-order demon pills, the middle-aged auctioneer looked bitter.