Eternal gate

The elixir auction was over, but Yin Hun died.

The bone shaping pill belongs to Lin Xie. Although he doesn't seem to have much on the surface, in fact, he has secretly scolded Yin Hun a thousand times because he spent tens of thousands more taels on this product.

"Ninety thousand taels!"

There were a lot of clicks of tongues. The lowest price of a small pill was not as good as a gold knife, but the transaction price actually exceeded the gold knife. It is true that the rarer an object is, the more valuable it is.

"quiet."

On the stage, Huang Yan had collected a bone shaping pill, and then placed the third item.

It is an ancient book.

In other words, it is a secret book, a swordsmanship secret book, and the level is not low.

The products produced by the auction pavilion must be high-quality products.

The bidding for the secret book was also very lively. Everyone was screaming, their faces were red and their necks were thick, and if they were not careful, they would get drunk, and a group of people would curse each other.

"It's far from the Heavenly Thunder Sword Jue."

Zhao Yun opened his eyes for a moment and closed them for a moment. He did not lack swordsmanship, let alone secret books. There was a god in his consciousness. He had no magical powers and no need to buy them with money.

The secret book belongs to the owner, and the deal is 70,000 taels.

The person who obtained the secret book of swordsmanship was Yin Hun, the young master of Black Flame, and Lin Xie often caused trouble.

After that, there is a spiritual fruit, the material needed for alchemy.

But even so, the bidding is still hot. It can be used to make elixirs, and it can also be used to nourish the body. Price! Neither high nor low, the deal was made at thirty thousand taels.

"Tell me, can Hongyuan defeat the master of the Rashomon Sect."

The fat old man clasped his hands and muttered something to Zhuge.

"No one has seen the master of Rashomon, who knows."

Zhuge Xuandao shrugged. When he heard that name, he couldn't help feeling a chill all over his body. As long as he had enough money, Emperor Huang of Great Xia would dare to assassinate him. This shows how crazy and mysterious this Rashomon is. Among them, there are people from Rashomon. Assassins are everywhere and are the most difficult to guard against.

"Eighty thousand."

Just as he was talking, Zhuge Xuandao suddenly raised a sign and took a Jingyuan Pill.

"Are you very short of Jing Yuan Dan?"

The fat old man glanced at it. This old Zhuge seemed to like Jingyuan Dan very much.

"It's lacking, it's very lacking."

Zhuge Xuandao's words were profound. There was no other way. That guy Zhao Yun wanted the Jingyuan Pill. Why was he still waiting for this pill to change his attack method? When your cultivation reaches its peak, you will be the first to punish the fat old man and dare to stuff smelly socks into my mouth.

"Another one."

Zhao Yun chuckled in his heart, and when he returned, Zhuge Xuandao would ask him to exchange his skills.

It's interesting to see the purple-haired kid and Chi Yan.

These two seemed to be more interested in Zhao Yun. One on each side, she was holding her cheek with her left hand, and he was holding his face with his right hand. They looked at each other with great interest. This guy has never opened his mouth since he came here. Most of the time, he keeps his eyes closed. Yang Shen makes people extremely suspicious that this person is not here to participate in the eternal auction.

Zhao Yun remained silent and continued to sleep.

If there was no room left, I would definitely move to another place to avoid being stared at.

"quiet."

The old man Huang Yan said calmly, and with a flick of his hand, he didn't know which lot was on display.

Putting this object there, the photographers had some strange expressions.

"I said, that's a cassock!"

"Well, the abbot of the temple likes things like this the most."

"Old man, your forehead is shining brightly. Are you a monk?"

"Amitabha, get out of here."

The photographer put his hands in his hands and chatted in a very friendly manner. Most people were looking around the venue. There were quite a few bald heads. As for whether they were monks or not, it was hard to say.

"What kind of ability does this cassock have?" someone asked.

Huang Yan took a deep breath and said, "Wear it on your body to ward off evil spirits."

"It is good to ward off evil spirits, and it is safe to ward off evil spirits."

"The base price is three thousand taels, starting bidding."

Embarrassingly, when Huang Yan finished speaking, no one below him responded. Those who drank tea and those who flirted with girls seemed to have regarded his words as farts. His expressions clearly stated: Don't use these. Fool us, we are all martial arts cultivators, how can we be afraid of demons and ghosts? To ward off evil spirits, to ward off your sister’s evil spirits, we are neither monks nor monks, so why should we wear cassocks if our brains are filled with water?

Huang Yan coughed dryly.

Just say it! If you are not a monk, whoever buys this thing, if you are not the master of the auction pavilion, you have to put this cassock in, and you will be willing to auction this thing.

It turned out to be embarrassing.

Nothing goes unsold in the auction pavilion, and this cassock will most likely be the first one.

"Ma Liu, change to another one."

"Instead of the elixir, the kind that can replenish life span, I will live for a few more years."

"The exercises are fine, we are not picky eaters."

There were many people slapping the table and making a lot of noise, not wanting to see the cassock.

Huang Yan laughed dryly and raised his hand slightly.

To be honest, he didn't want to see this cassock, or rather, he didn't want to see the monk.

"Three thousand taels, I want it."

Suddenly, an old voice came from the corner, causing many people to look back.

The bidder was none other than Zhao Yun.

After taking voice-changing pills, people would think that he is just an old guy.

"This should be a monk."

"Monks don't lie, just keep your voice down."

"Isn't he bald?"

Several talented people at the same table were scanning Zhao Yun up and down, but unfortunately, this guy was so well hidden that even a peak Ksitigarbha man like a fat old man couldn't tell the difference.

Zhao Yun was calm and calm, with no change in his expression.

He is not a monk, but that cassock is indeed a good thing.

The cassock is also in tatters.

This is what the Moon God wants to say, but what about the swastika engraved on the cassock! But it is a genuine treasure. In the world of immortals and gods, that kind of ancient characters are called Dunjia Tianzi. No one knows its origin, but they know its profound mystery.

"Three thousand taels, but there is still a price increase."

Huang Yan smiled and said, it was difficult to detect, and he glanced at Zhao Yun.

"Master, if you like it, just give it to others!"

The fat little black man patted his belly. He didn't know it was Zhao Yun. It was just for fun. He was already full and still full. In this case, he had to practice his voice.

There was no need for him to say anything, and no one was trying to grab it.

As far as martial arts cultivators are concerned, the cassock to ward off evil spirits is really worthless and has no great use. It is okay to buy it for three to five taels, but forget it for three thousand taels. Money is a good thing.

"Since no one has raised the price, then this cassock..."

"Three thousand one hundred taels, I want it."

Before Huang Yan could finish speaking, he was interrupted. The voice came from the third floor. To be precise, it came from Yajian'er of the Blood Eagle Clan. The speaker was none other than Yan Kang, who was lying on a couch with an expression on his face. Leisurely, he said it quite casually, and for those who didn't know, he really thought that the cassock was in his pocket.

However, in the eyes of the photographers, even if it is not a cyst, it is almost the same. Who would be stupid enough to compete with the rich for treasures, and they cannot afford the financial resources.

Just say it! There are restless ones.

Zhao Yun coughed dryly, "I didn't want it before. I paid the price, and you ran out to grab it. Before I could trick you, you jumped out and made yourself uncomfortable."

"Three thousand five hundred taels." Zhao Yun said calmly.

"Interesting." Yan Kang said with a faint smile, "Five thousand taels."

"Ten thousand."

Zhao Yun picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. Since his Xiu'er said it must be a treasure, even if he worked hard to lose everything, he would snatch the cassock over.

Even if he can't grab it, it won't make Yan Kang's life easier.

"Okay, very good." Yan Kang's lips curled up slightly, "I'll pay 20,000 taels."

"Thirty thousand."

"forty thousand."

"fifty thousand."

"Sixty thousand."

The scene where Lin Xie and Yin Hun were bidding just now happened again. Zhao Yun had already quoted the price, and Yan Kang went against the odds; Yan Kang raised the price, and Zhao Yun also came against the odds. One word after another, people There was no time to react.

"Is this cassock really a treasure?"

Hearing the price, all the bidders present raised their eyebrows. No one wanted it just now. Now the two of them were fighting so hard that they were surprised to get 60,000 taels.

However, after looking at the cassock for a long time, I still found nothing mysterious.

Not to mention the photographers, even Huang Yan didn't notice and glanced at the cassock a few more times. Unfortunately, his vision was limited and he couldn't see anything surprising. It was just a cassock with a slight quality. If you insist that it is extraordinary, then it is The fabric of this cassock is a special kind of silk, but it doesn’t cost as much as 60,000 taels!

"It's a lot of money to burn."

The photographers touched their chins, glanced at Zhao Yun, and also glanced at the third floor.

"Maybe they are all monks."

Just like this sentence, I don’t know how many people have murmured, and they all like the cassock so much.

"Add, keep adding!"

Yan Kang sneered, "How dare you compete with my Blood Eagle Clan for financial resources?"

"This fellow Taoist, you can still increase the price."

Huang Yan smiled and looked at Zhao Yun in the corner.

"Eighty thousand."

"You are ten thousand or ninety thousand."

Yan Kang snorted coldly. He was already very angry. Everything had been going wrong since he came to Forget the Ancient City, and he wanted to find a place to vent his anger. Nowadays, even auctions can get him into trouble. There are really some people who are not afraid of death, so he has to Use your money to kill that guy.

"One hundred thousand." Zhao Yun finally opened his eyes.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room turned around, and even the families on the second and third floors thought that this guy was really rich! Dare to compete with the rich and powerful? Also, is that cassock definitely worth one hundred thousand taels of silver? The two of you are fighting too much.

"Unexpected, really unexpected."

Zhuge Xuandao and the others at the same table were all speechless. They didn't expect that this person next to them was still a rich man! One hundred thousand taels, just shout it out.

"Young master of the Yan family, you can still increase the price."

Huang Yan smiled happily, the price of the cassock had greatly exceeded expectations.

"Damn old thing."

Yan Kang was scared and gritted his teeth. There was a cold light in his eyes. He thought he could win it easily, but who would have thought that the other party didn't use silver as payment? Look! The young master of his dignified family was being suppressed and beaten all the way. The one hundred thousand taels of silver seemed to have exceeded the advance, and he had no choice but to give up. This time, Yan Kang was destined to be embarrassed again in the cassock bidding.

"Yan Kang, this is not your style!"

"A big family, but you still need money? If you don't have enough money, can I lend it to you?"

"Don't be a coward, throw money at it."

Weird words were heard frequently, mostly coming from the third floor. Most of them were children of wealthy families, all of whom were hostile to the Blood Eagle Clan. It was rare to seize such a good opportunity and not make sarcastic remarks to the death. Such awesomeness, then... Then throw money!

Looking at Yan Kang, his expression turned ferocious.

It's not a big deal for those who watch the excitement, he seems to have become a laughing stock.

"Young Master, don't forget the purpose of my waiting."

Elder Xue Ying said hurriedly, but he was cursing his mother in his heart, you damn idiot! You are not a monk, you want your cassock to be useful for hanging, do you really see through the world of mortals? There must be a limit to showing off. Our family's money doesn't come from the wind.

"But the price will be increased." Huang Yan looked at the third floor.