Fantasy: I Can Summon Villains As Thugs

"Eight billion!" The vague man in the Taoist temple gritted his teeth.

Boom!

This time there is no competition.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The auction hammer was knocked down one after another.

Falling with the third sound.

Heralds the end of the first item.

And the people in the auction house were all in a trance and astonishment, even Huo Yaoluo was no exception, there was a little stunned in the charming eyes, the change was too fast, and the 14 billion holy stones from the beginning were about to come to an end. , to the 80 billion holy stones in a blink of an eye, the gap is too big.

With the ringing of the third bell, Huo Yaoluo had returned to normal, with a smile on her charming and enchanting face, she said: "Congratulations to the guest in VIP No. 4 for taking the first item!

"Congratulations!"

"Congratulations!"

"Congratulations!"

A lot of congratulations resounded, and there was no lack of accuracy, but this fuzzy man who walked out of the Taoist temple couldn't help laughing, even he himself didn't know if he had made a profit by winning the Bronze Immortal Palace with 80 billion holy stones.

"Maybe!"

He can only comfort himself.

If the pure Bronze Immortal Palace can't reach this point, at most 20 billion, if the pure Imperial Court Sutra can't reach this point, at most 50 billion. If you count those miscellaneous things, it may be at this price, but it is definitely not profitable.

The Bronze Immortal Palace fell in the palm of his hand.

The fuzzy man in the Taoist temple twitched his mouth and took out a copy of the supreme scripture Huangting Jing, and handed it to an old Buddhist monk. It was a little bit of money, but with the scriptures being sent, not only did he feel that he was not profitable, On the contrary, my heart ached so badly, and I felt my face was burning with pain. There are many sages who couldn't stand the Daoism.

"Excellent!"

"Excellent!"

Master Liuzang smiled.

He is not very interested in the Bronze Immortal Palace, even if there are more because of the Huang Ting Jing or other scriptures placed together, he can observe it for nothing now, and said with a smile: "The Huang Ting Jing is too extraordinary, isn't it I will be able to watch it in half an hour, and it will not be too late to watch after the auction is over!"

"Humph!"

The fuzzy man in the Taoist temple with a dark face also wandered his mind into the Bronze Immortal Hall, looked at the strokes carved by the emperor everywhere, his face was a little better, but he continued to move forward, and soon came to the Classic Book Pavilion .

Standing here, he was nervous and apprehensive.

earn or not.

It's all about this.

There are several scriptures placed together with Huang Tingjing, if they are all Taoist ancestral scriptures, even if there is only one, it will be a big profit.

In the auction hall, people also breathed lightly in unison.

volume One.

The fuzzy man in the Taoist temple touched his fingertips, his face was a little stiff, because... his fingers didn't touch anything, and the classical scriptures in front of him also dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He quickly touched several other books, the second book, the third book... and the last book. After touching all of them, the smile on his face had completely disappeared, and he was unspeakably lost.

it turns out!

None.

All are illusory.

Only the Taoist ancestral scripture Huang Ting Jing is really preserved, the others are the facts of the past. It may be the supreme scripture of Taoism, but it was taken away by the flying fairy, and it was never left behind.

"Oh~!"

This scene also made people in the auction room feel emotional.

Someone also said softly: "If all of them are Taoist ancestral scriptures, how could the master of the field take them all out?"

"What a pity, what a pity!"

Juvenile offering wine.

The fourth patriarch of the Wang family.

Even the tomb guards of the emperor's mausoleum.

These few people sighed slightly, a little glad that they didn't continue to compete, otherwise it's just these obvious harvests. Although spending 80 billion holy stones is not a loss, it is definitely not a profit, especially when the other items have not been unveiled. It is absolutely stupid to spend such a high price.

"Ugh!"

Even with speculation.

The fuzzy man in the Taoist temple still sighed lightly.

loss!

Big loss.

Sighing.

A broken big bell in his body suddenly resonated, and he tried his best to break free, trying to break out of the bondage, which made the man in the Taoist temple frown but still let it go.

call out!

If the broken big clock had a spirituality, it flew across in one direction, not out of the Bronze Immortal Palace, but towards a corner of the flying Taoist temple, and the vague man also hurriedly ran.

Soon the big clock came to an ancient octagonal tower and paused outside the tower, waiting for the man as if asking for credit.

"Dao Clock Tower!"

……ask for flowers……

The vague man in the Taoist temple was talking about the plaque on the octagonal platform, and turned his eyes from above. Seeing that the big clock on the bell tower had disappeared, he was slightly surprised in his heart, and murmured: "Could it be...?"

"!"

The dilapidated big bell was hung on it very naturally. In an instant, the bell tower was intact, and even the entire Bronze Immortal Palace underwent slight changes.

"Wow!"

"Van!"

Thousands of ancient runes are deduced from the big clock, which fits with this place. It can be seen that there are gaps in the billions of bell-shaped runes, but now they are repairing independently. The speed is not fast, but it also makes the vague man in the Taoist temple His eyes widened.

"how is this possible?"

"Self-fix?"

-...0

He was taken aback.

This big clock is an imperial weapon. I don’t know how many sages and even those who have become emperors in the past have tried to restore it but failed. Now it is hung on the bell tower and repaired by itself. Why not let him be stunned.

It also made him think of his original purpose for a while, isn't it just to find a way to repair the big clock? He thought that the Thunder Tribulation Liquid might be useful, but he didn't expect to have something better, so he just repaired it.

"made money!"

"made money!"

"Big profit!"

The fuzzy man in the Taoist temple thought in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously, repairing an imperial weapon is worth tens of billions of holy stones, and this big clock is probably more expensive than he imagined.

outside world.

Buddhist monk.

The guardian of the imperial mausoleum.

Even the Empress of Yaochi looked in amazement, they didn't expect that the Bronze Immortal Palace would be so predestined with the man of this sect, the old monk of the Buddhist sect also said with emotion: "If I had known this, I should have been more ruthless!"

Ha ha!

The fuzzy man in the Taoist temple was in a happy mood, with a smile on his face, he walked out of the Bronze Immortal Temple, put it in his sleeve, and gestured a kind smile in the direction where Chu Xun was, as a thank you.

Eighty billion holy stones.

Cultivate the imperial weapon.

Obtain the Dojo of the Sages.

Comes with Taoist ancestral scriptures.

Fold together to make a big profit.

Huo Yaoluo on the auction stage just smiled at the corner of his mouth, congratulated the latter, and then slowly looked at everyone in the auction house, saying: "The first one is over, next, start the second one!".