Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Zhang Yifeng wanted to say something else, but a young man's voice suddenly came: "Manager Wu."

When the steward heard this voice, he immediately turned into a smiling face, ignored Zhang Yifeng, and immediately rushed towards the young man.

"Master Heng, why are you free today?"

The young man smiled lightly and said, "I came here to inquire about the details of this auction."

"Young Master Heng, you want to know what will be auctioned at that time, right? OK, come to my room, and I will tell you in detail." The steward kept smiling charmingly, and after finishing his words, he ignored Zhang Yifeng and walked directly towards the young master.

This person should be a young master from a four-star sect, otherwise the steward of the auction house would not be so flattering.

Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly, and then he didn't bother to say anything to the condescending steward. He walked directly towards the consignment room next to him.

There is more than one consignment manager in the consignment hall, and naturally there is more than one private room.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

The steward, who had treated Zhang Yifeng coldly at first, saw that Zhang Yifeng took the initiative to go to the private room. Although it was not his private room, he still started to drink.

Zhang Yifeng ignored the steward from beginning to end and walked into the private room resolutely.

"Xing Guanshi, who is this person?" The young man next to the steward asked.

"I don't know where the casual cultivator came from. Forget it, I'll probably be kicked out by the steward in the private room after a while. Young Master Heng, please follow me into the private room first."

"Oh I got it."

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After Zhang Yifeng entered the private room, he discovered that the decoration in the private room was very luxurious.

There were no guests in the private room, only a steward who was sitting on a chair. This steward was relatively young, probably only thirty years old. When he saw Zhang Yifeng coming in, the steward was slightly startled, and then said: "Friend, are you here?" Is it on consignment?”

Seeing that the young man's attitude was quite good, Zhang Yifeng nodded and said, "Yes, I'm here to sell goods on consignment. However, I'm very confused, why is there no one here?"

People in the hall are busy coming and going, why is the steward's private room so quiet.

The young man smiled and said: "I am the new steward here. Since I am not popular, I don't have many customers."

Zhang Yifeng smiled lightly and said: "I see, it just so happens that I have some things to sell on consignment."

"I wonder what this friend wants to consign?" The young man was very polite.

Zhang Yifeng originally only planned to sell one pill, but he was looked down upon just now, and now he has to slap him in the face no matter what.

"A sword."

"Okay, what level of sword is it?"

“Excellent product.”

"A high-quality sword?" The young man was slightly shocked when he heard this. A high-quality sword can kill Wu Kuangren.

"To be precise, high-quality high-end products." Zhang Yifeng spoke again.

“Exquisite and high-end!”

The young man stood up directly from his seat. Most of the sect leaders of the three-star sects don’t have high-quality high-end weapons.

In the entire Kunlun Mountains, the only people who can forge high-quality high-end weapons are the blacksmiths from the Five-Star Sect and the rich old man!

However, the rich old man has already closed the mountain and has not forged for five years.

Because high-quality high-end weapons are definitely worth a lot of money.

In fact, Zhang Yifeng got the high-quality weapons from Mr. Fu, and he emptied Mr. Fu's storage room.

The young man's performance is originally the worst, but this high-quality, high-quality sword can definitely improve his performance.

Sometimes, happiness comes so suddenly.

Zhang Yifeng smiled lightly when he saw the young man's reaction. He was very satisfied with the young man's reaction.

"What's your name, please? Please sit down. I'll make you a cup of fine Longjing right away."

The young man stood up immediately. Although this young man did not look rich, he was a big fish.

As consignment stewards of the auction house, they are entitled to a commission. The better the consignment items are, the more commission they will receive. The auction house gets 15%, and the steward gets 3% of the auction house's proceeds. If it sells well, it will be a big gain.

"Zhang Yifeng, there's no need to serve tea. I don't like drinking tea. Let's talk about business first."

Hearing this, the young man nodded and said: "Brother Zhang, please sit down. My name is Liangping. Is the sword that Brother Zhang mentioned just now real?"

"This is natural, otherwise what would I be doing here?"

"Excuse me, can you let me take a look at your sword first?" Excited as he was, Liangping still wanted to take a look at the White Bone Fire. What if Zhang Yifeng was someone who liked to brag?

"Okay. Just wait for me and I'll go out."

Zhang Yifeng nodded. Since he was here for consignment, he naturally had to bring out the real materials.

He pretended to go out, and when he came back, he was carrying a sword and a backpack behind him. Only in this way will it not be revealed that he has a storage ring.

After entering, Zhang Yifeng handed the sword behind him to the young man.

The young man took out a few stones and tested the sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand.

All the stones were chopped into pieces, and the young man was overjoyed: "It is indeed a high-quality, high-end sword! Don't worry, little brother, I will sell it for you at a good price. This thing must be purchased with the best energy pill!"

Liangping's eyes gleamed. This high-quality and high-quality sword would definitely make him a lot of money, and it would also give him a certain status in the consignment management.

High-quality swords are already very rare, let alone high-quality high-quality swords!

Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "This is just one of the things I want to consign. There is also a pill here, which I got from a ruins by chance. There were originally five pills in total, but now only one is left."

"Elixir? What is it used for?"

"Improve your cultivation."

Liangping was slightly startled: "Improve your cultivation? How much can it be improved specifically?"

"It allows warriors in the middle stage of wind generation to be directly promoted to the late stage of wind generation."

"What!" Liangping's shocked mood had just calmed down, but at this moment, the waves were rising again, "Isn't it even more powerful than the best energy pill. Brother Zhang, can you bring me the pill to take a look?"

"Let's take a look."

Zhang Yifeng handed a Solid Yuan Pill to the young man. The young man looked at it again and again, but he couldn't see the magic. If he could see the magic, the alchemist would be useless.

"Brother Zhang, can this thing really improve the cultivation level of a warrior in the middle stage of Shengfeng to the later stage?"

"Yes. If someone takes this pill and finds it useless, the energy pill can be returned in full."

Lianghei nodded, and then asked: "Little brother, with all due respect, since you have such a powerful pill, why don't you just take it and use it to repay the energy pill? Isn't it unnecessary to take off your pants and fart?"

Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "I don't want to sell it either, but the currency here is energy pills. I want to use this pill in exchange for energy pills so that I can participate in the auction."

"It turns out that Brother Zhang wants to participate in the bidding. Don't worry, Brother Zhang. If your elixir is really that powerful, our auction house can definitely sell it for a high price that you didn't expect!" Lianghei nodded with firm eyes.