Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

The auction of [Qizhen Pavilion] was in full swing and soon came to an end.

I saw He Bing looking at everyone with a mysterious face: "This next lot has a great background."

"Even if you search the whole world, there will never be another such precious treasure."

"This thing..."

Her voice had ups and downs and soon attracted everyone's attention.

Murong Fu also suddenly became interested. He pulled Miao Yi Bodhisattva and said softly: "Later, you must keep an eye on Fang Zisheng and carefully observe his every move."

The latter approached gently and nodded slightly: "Understood!"

When Fang Zisheng saw this scene, he couldn't help but smile, and his eyes happened to meet the female Bodhisattva Miaoyi.

The undisguised gaze made Bodhisattva Miaoyi feel a little unhappy, but she didn't show it at all on the surface.

Below, someone could no longer hold back and spoke loudly: "Miss He, please stop tempting us and show us today's grand finale!"

"Yes! We are all here for the last lot, so we must not be disappointed!"

"quick……"

He Bing, who was on the white jade stage, glanced at everyone, then smiled and waved his green onion-like hand.

The next moment, the entire white jade platform was split into two, and a crystal platform slowly rose from the crack in the middle.

It is covered with a layer of red gauze, which adds a sense of mystery to this lot.

Sure enough, after seeing this scene, everyone's curiosity was instantly aroused, and their eyes were staring straight at the crystal platform, not daring to slack off in the slightest. .

Although they have long known about the auction items of [Qizhen Pavilion], there is no detailed introduction to this last item.

On the lot list, there are only four words written: "Secret Book of Exercise Techniques".

But everyone present knows very well that the last auction item of the [Qizhen Pavilion] every year is a unique and orphan item in the world.

And this year, this secret book of techniques has attracted the attention of all the major sects in the world.

You know, a good skill secret book is much more precious than all the spiritual herbs, elixirs, and weapons.

With the secret book of exercises, it means that each of their sects and families will have one more skill to practice.

The huge benefits hidden behind this are not as simple as they appear on the surface.

Therefore, after hearing He Bing's introduction, even some people from ancient aristocratic families began to look forward to it.

"Ding ding ding!"

He Bing rang the bell next to him, and then began to talk: "Everyone, have you ever heard of Double Dantian?"

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but be slightly stunned. You looked at me and I looked at you, and they were all very confused about the meaning of this sentence.

"What double dantian?"

"I think, Miss He, what you said is wrong. How can someone in this world have two dantians!"

"Yeah, don't make fun of us all, please reveal the secret of the secret technique!"

"..."

Everyone was a little anxious and did not take her words to heart.

I saw He Bing slowly curling up his lips and smiling, and his voice was cold, which spread throughout the auction house: "Please be patient, please listen to the next words, and you will know whether this is a joke or not."

After saying that, she continued: "The final secret book of the exercises this time is about the cultivation method of double Dantian. It is the only one in the world."

"I know that everyone may be a little suspicious, but I can use the reputation of [Qizhen Pavilion] to guarantee everyone."

"What I said today is not false at all..."

Seeing He Bing's serious expression, everyone's doubtful voices gradually faded away.

Everyone stared at the red silk on the stage, wishing they could make a hole in it.

During He Bing's subsequent introduction, the people present did not say anything to disturb him, but were surprisingly quiet.

After an unknown amount of time, someone in the crowd timidly said, "Could it be that there are really people in this world who have two Dantians?"

"Maybe! Listening to Miss He being so sure, I'm afraid it's not untrue."

"Okay! I must get this technique. If I could have two Dantians, wouldn't it be..."

Under everyone's blazing and expectant eyes, He Bing lifted up the piece of red silk.

What caught everyone's eyes was a mutilated and slightly blackened ancient book.

"Now, let's start bidding on today's last item - [Qichen Book]"

"The starting price is 100 million, and each bid must not be less than 10 million!"

"Now, the bidding begins!"

Following the sound of a small hammer tapping, bidding sounds came one after another from below.

"One hundred and twenty million!"

"One hundred and fifty million!"

"One hundred and sixty million!"

"..."

"Two hundred million!"

Such a high base price has already put off most of the people present, and they can only look at the ancient books on the crystal table with greed.

This is no longer something they can participate in, but a showdown between the aristocratic families and the top sects.

The bidding voices came and went, becoming more and more intense. It was obvious that no one wanted to give up such a rare secret book.

Two Dantian!

Everyone present is a cultivator, so they naturally know very well what the two days really mean.

Naturally, no one will give in easily.

Some sects and aristocratic families even sent people back to report the news and pass it on to the family heads or elders.

Murong Fu listened to the voice below and did not ask for a price. Instead, he was rubbing his ears and temples with the Bodhisattva Miaoyi.

To an outsider, they looked like an affectionate young couple, with no interest in the auction items below.

Seeing this, Fang Zisheng couldn't help but feel doubtful, and looked at the two of them one after another.

what happened?

Why didn't she react at all?

Could it be that their guess was wrong?

When Fang Zisheng doubted himself for the hundredth time, Murong Fu's voice came: "Master Fang, what do you think of this secret book of exercises?"

Fang Zisheng's thoughts were suddenly pulled back, and he couldn't help but trembled, and said quickly: "Mr. Murong, you have asked the wrong person."

"I'm only slightly proficient in cultivation, but I don't know much about it."

"It's just that every item in the [Qiuzhen Pavilion] is absolutely extraordinary. If it could be photographed..."

He began to look around him, his eyes wandering around because of his guilty conscience.

Bodhisattva Miaoyi looked at his reaction and said softly: "Fu Lang, I think what Mr. Fang said makes sense."

"This secret book of exercises is the final treasure of [Qizhen Pavilion], so it naturally has its differences."

"Why don't we try taking some pictures too?"

Murong Fu curled his lips and smiled, and took Miaoyi Bodhisattva into his arms. His voice was as gentle as water: "Okay, I will listen to you."