Nine Heavens

After turning a few turns, a protruding thing like a bar appeared in front of my eyes, behind which sat a beautiful young woman who was practicing body training. Seeing Liu Qianlang approaching, she said crisply, "Bring it!"

Liu Qianlang was taken aback for a moment, could it be that this is another money fanatic, he couldn't help but feel for the Qiankun bag, and then heard the other party say: "Your bidder Jane."

Only then did Liu Qianlang understand, and after handing in the bid entry, the woman handed him a bidding sign and asked for one hundred low-grade spirit stones as the basic fund for the auction, and then led Liu Qianlang to push away a hidden wall. The door in the inside led to another dark underground corridor.

After the seventh turn and the eighth turn, the glamorous woman's tender body flashed and said:

"go in!"

Then he turned around and walked back. Because the corridor was very narrow, the woman turned and walked outside.

And when the woman left, her eyes flickered a few times when she looked back, and she said calmly:

"Go in quickly!"

Liu Qianlang ignored her, saw her leave, and walked forward.

The smooth wall in front of Liu Qianlang's eyes flashed an orange light after a while, and then another clear female voice came from inside, "Come in!"

Hearing the sound, Liu Qianlang entered inside, and his eyes widened.

Liu Qianlang looked around, this is a secret room several feet square, the top of the secret room is very high, but there is no lamp in the room, the dim orange light is emitted by a strange mosaic on the wall of the secret room.

The light is not very bright, but it can roughly illuminate the space of the secret room. The woman who was talking to me just now is examining herself at the door. She is dressed in a red short dress and is very energetic.

In front of the secret room is a stone platform, and behind the stone platform are two ancient wooden chairs. At this time, two people are sitting, a graceful and beautiful woman, who is taking pictures of a strange-looking little animal.

The other is a thin old man with extremely stern eyes, scanning the crowd constantly.

Both of them are mortal warriors, they didn't care about Liu Qianlang's arrival, they were still busy with their own affairs. Behind the secret room are several rows of wooden chairs, on which many people have already sat, about 20 to 30 people, and some people hold up signs from time to time.

But what surprised Liu Qianlang was that there were so many people in the secret room, except for the crisp voice of the beautiful woman in front introducing the auction items, there was no one talking at the bottom.

Scanning the crowd one by one, he found that all the people participating in the auction were monks.

Looking at the attire, many monks are dressed in strange ways, and they don't understand why.

Liu Qianlang saw Song Zhen, Lan Shuang, Yingfang, and Yexiang sitting at the back of the crowd, each holding a bidding sign in their hands.

Liu Qianlang came here just to gain some knowledge, and didn't intend to take pictures to buy anything. He looked up and saw that there was no one in the last few rows, so he turned his head and nodded to the woman who was talking to him, and then walked towards the last row.

When passing by Song Zhen and the others, Lan Shuang saw it and gave a slight surprise, but Ye Xiang and Song Zhen were watching intently and did not notice Lan Shuang's reaction.

However, Fang Tianyingfang noticed Liu Qianlang's arrival, and watched Liu Qianlang sit down before turning around.

Seeing Yingfang looking at him all the time, her eyes seemed to be full of thought, for a moment Liu Qianlang felt that she recognized him, but when she saw her turn her head away again, she dispelled her doubts.

Next, Liu Qianlang focused his attention on the auction platform. I only heard the elegant and luxurious woman on the stage pointing to the strange animals on the auction stage and saying: "Xianyan monkey, thirty low-grade high-grade spirit stones!"

"Xianyan Monkey, thirty-five low-grade high-grade spirit stones!"

"Forty dollars!"

"Forty-five dollars!"

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"Sixty-five yuan! Is there any more? Is there any higher bid? Good! Deal! Congratulations, cultivator No. 7!" the beautiful woman said happily to cultivator No. 7.

Everyone's eyes turned to the person named No. 7. Liu Qianlang saw that the person named No. 7 turned out to be Song Zhen. At this time, Zheng got up and bowed to the envious eyes around him, and then went to the front to receive the fairy inkstone monkey without any courtesy.

Speaking of this fairy inkstone monkey, it is not a magical thing among many students in Xianxuecheng. Students with some capital have such a monkey in their living room. This kind of monkey is only three inches tall. Its appearance is no different from ordinary monkeys, except that its body is extremely small, and it has a magical hobby and ability, that is, it likes to study ink and watch its master write and paint. Write a few words or draw a picture like a dog. Therefore, it is loved by all the students in Xianxue City.

Although the Xianyan monkey is not a strange thing, but the number of surviving people is very small, and few people in the mortal world can afford it. Some brave warriors occasionally caught one in the ancient forest in the deep mountains, and they came to this Xiuxianfang to ask for it. People auction off and make a fortune.

But the one Song Zhen photographed made everyone present jealous. It was said that it was captured by a monk in the Demon Realm, and it was already a low-grade mid-level spirit beast with many unknown supernatural powers.

Seeing the fairy inkstone monkey in Song Zhen's hands, everyone's eyes flashed with envy, but they looked up helplessly to pay attention to the lot below.

"A mid-grade high-grade summoning bell! The starting price is 50 low-grade low-grade spirit stones! Anyone who wants it, please bid!" The beautiful woman announced the next lot in a crisp voice.

Everyone stared intently, and suddenly there was commotion. They all stared wide-eyed at a summoning bell on the bidding platform that was shining with ghostly blue light waves, and their eyes were blazing.

A middle-grade high-level summoning bell, this thing is already among the magical weapons, spiritual weapons, fairy weapons, and spiritual weapons among divine weapons. It is really exciting to appear in the third-level auction house.

Regarding this summoning bell, Liu Qianlang has also seen related introductions on Xianjuan. The summoning bell, as the name suggests, is used to summon spirit pets and creatures, and even awaken the souls of dead things to drive monsters. People with different magic powers use this thing, the effect and power are very different, and if you want to use this thing, you must first refine it before you can recognize yourself as the master. When using it, you must not summon spirits that are stronger than yourself, otherwise you may be controlled by backlash. Therefore, cultivators use this thing mostly to summon some low-level spiritual pets and other things, and few dare to try to summon those powerful demon corpses and monsters.

Even so, being able to control some spiritual pets and spiritual creatures is a lot of power for a cultivator for no reason, so everyone here wants to clap their hands.

As soon as the beautiful woman finished speaking, more than a dozen people raised their signs. The others didn't want to hold up their signs, but they were really cash-strapped, so they could only look at the dozen or so people holding their signs with fiery eyes.

"Sixty low-grade level spirit stones!"

"Seventy low-grade level spirit stones!"

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"One hundred and fifty low-grade level spirit stones! Are there any higher ones?"

"Two hundred low-grade flat-grade spirit stones!" Everyone heard a black-robed man wearing a phoenix-head mask whispering in the last seat of the auction hall. There was an expression of envy and jealousy in his eyes, and he secretly lamented the other party's wealth.

Song Zhen twisted his black and white brows, and said in his heart: "Hey! Where did this strange bird come from? Why did I compete with my young master!" He tilted his mouth, threw the sign, and shouted directly: "Three hundred low!" Pin Ping Lingshi!" The appearance was extremely domineering, Ye Xiang beside him saw Song Zhen at this time, and praised: "Senior Brother Song is really cool!" Hearing this, Song Zhen nodded triumphantly, and accepted it bluntly.

But the man with the phoenix head mask just glanced at Song Zhen calmly, and then said softly: "Six hundred low-grade level spirit stones!"

What, Song Zhen's face was burning hot. It seemed that he had met an opponent today. He touched the Qiankun bag, gritted his teeth and shouted: "One thousand two hundred low-grade level spirit stones!" A man with a phoenix head mask.

But beyond everyone's expectations, under such a high competition, the phoenix-headed masked man shouted an unimaginable number: "Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine low-grade level spirit stones! "

The beautiful woman on the stage repeated tremblingly: "Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine low-grade flat-grade spirit stones!" Eyes were shining with excitement. The thin old man who had been sitting beside him couldn't help being moved, and his clear eyes stared straight at the phoenix-headed masked figure for a long time.

Song Zhen, who had always relied on his wealth, looked at the people behind him in inexplicable amazement at this time, and secretly cursed that he had met a devil. Faced with such an inhuman price, Song Zhen felt that even though it was not his own money, he was also frightened. At this time, he didn't care about losing face in front of the beautiful woman, so he sat down without saying a word.

Then I heard: "Summoning bell! No. 9 wins the shot! Please come and hand over!"

Then there was a burst of applause, and when the applause faintly dissipated, the man with the phoenix mask was already sitting in the last row of seats, his eyes kept examining the blue calling bell on his palm, as if he liked it very much. I am no longer interested in the things on the stage that continue to be auctioned, and I haven't looked up for a long time.