Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

Wanbao Conference.

On the second floor, in private room 142.

Cheng Buzheng looked at Yubi nervously, for fear that the other party would bid again!

at the same time.

In private room 821 on the second floor.

An old man sitting on a chair swayed and appeared in front of the chair next to him, stopping the young monk from moving.

He hastily said:

"Yu'er, forget it!"

"There must be treasures below to help break through the bottleneck, so let's give up this time!"

The young man with a handsome face was a little puzzled and said:

"Grandpa, why?"

"My mother can tell me! Otherwise, I won't be able to pay the job when I go back."

"Even if the other party is the descendant of Zhenjun Yuanying, he can't be so domineering!"

"We can't blame you and me for this matter!"

"And grandpa, you are also a Jindan Daoist, so it shouldn't be like this!"

The old man said bitterly:

"Yu'er, you think too highly of your grandfather!"

"The old man is nothing more than a golden core stage monk."

"The private rooms on the second floor are among the first 200 private rooms. They are all private rooms for Nascent Soul monks in the Zhenhai League. We can't afford to offend them!"

"forget it!"

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Seeing that the other party did not bid, Cheng Buzheng was slightly relieved.

If you know the conversation in the other party's private room, you don't have to worry so much!

Unfortunately, he didn't know.

After a breath.

Cheng Buzheng's eyes turned to the small hammer in Ouyang Waneryu's hand, hoping that the small hammer would fall down quickly.

I saw a clear and sweet voice coming from Ouyang Wan'er's thin pink lips.

In the past, he still felt that this woman's voice was very pregnant, as if lingering around a beam for three days, it was still in his ears.

But at this moment, Cheng Buzheng dislikes this woman's procrastination very much, she is not decisive at all!

Never feel the same way as before.

"three"

···

"two"

···

"one"

"Boom!"

With the drop of the hammer.

A very pleasant voice came from Ouyang Wan'er's tender lips;

"Congratulations to distinguished guest No. 2-142-7, who auctioned off this bottle of earth milk essence."

heard the words.

Cheng Buzheng knew he was stable this time, and at the same time let out a soft breath, as if his heart had finally returned to his stomach.

At this time.

Facing Jiang Fugui and Jiang Siling's congratulations, he showed joy and clasped his fists as a signal.

After some courtesy.

subsequently.

After Cheng Buzheng bowed directly to Zhenjun Mingxiang, he greeted Jiang Fugui and his brother and sister, opened the door and went straight to the treasure room.

Because he didn't have so many spirit stones in his storage bag, he had to prepare to use the golden snake as a mortgage.

At the same time, it was also for the purpose of trading that bottle of Earth Milk Essence as soon as possible.

——It's safe in the bag.

It has always been his philosophy.

Otherwise, he would be restless in the private room.

In a quarter of an hour.

Cheng Buzheng walked briskly from the treasure room.

At this time, he disposed of all the four golden snakes in the storage bag.

At the same time, there was also a bottle of earth milk spirit marrow in the storage bag, and there were only more than three thousand spirit stones left.

Go back to the private room.

Cheng Buzheng sat back on the No. 7 chair with a smile on his face, and calmly looked at Ouyang Wan'er who appeared in the spiritual wall with a happy mood.

A piece of treasure, auctioned out.

Among them are the panacea and treasures of heaven and earth that assist monks in the foundation establishment period to break through.

But the price of every treasure is one or two floors higher than his price.

See here.

Cheng Buzheng also knew that he was able to rely on more than 50,000 pieces of spirit stones to auction off the essence of the ground milk, and how much credit this private room took. In other words, he was honored by Mingxiang Zhenjun.

If he participated in the Ten Thousand Treasures Conference on the first floor, he might need to spend more spirit stones.

What's more, I don't have so many spirit stones.

perhaps.

Maybe this time, I will return empty-handed!

"The deterrent power of Zhenjun Yuanying should not be underestimated!"

Cheng Buzheng thought to himself.

To this.

He is also very grateful!

With more than 5,000 treasures being auctioned.

Cheng Buzheng also discovered that Tiancaidibao appeared more and more frequently.

Occasionally.

More than a dozen low-grade magic weapons were auctioned off.

Every low-grade magic weapon was auctioned for a sky-high price, which was a sum that Cheng Buzheng had never owned before.

Just when Cheng Buzheng felt shocked!

The auction continued for two consecutive days, and its treasurer, Ouyang Wan'er, still displayed the treasures with a smile on her face, without showing any signs of fatigue!

"The next treasure is a strange thing!"

"Fellow daoists, you should also know how rare rare things are."

"Not much gossip, please ask for strange things!"

Ouyang Wan'er smiled sweetly.

In an instant, on the table of Zhanbao in front of her, a flash of inspiration flashed, and a jade plate covered by a red cloth appeared on the table.

Ouyang Wan'er lifted the red cloth, revealing a seemingly ordinary stone.

"I believe that many seniors have already recognized the origin of this strange object!"

"That's right, this is exactly the rumored sword sharpening stone, and it's a rare treasure that sword cultivators yearn for."

"This strange thing can not only sharpen the sword spirit quickly and make it grow rapidly, but also can be smelted into sword magic weapons to increase its power!"

"The starting price is 500,000 Lingshi!"

The voice just fell.

The sky lanterns were quickly lit up.

At the same time, on the lotus-shaped high platform, the piece of jade was changing rapidly.

In the private room, Cheng Buzheng secretly lamented that the high-ranking monks were rich, and he also found the obvious true king who had been closing his eyes to rest his mind, and opened his eyes.

Then, directly on the jade bib on the handle of the chair, a price was indicated.

visible.

For monks in the Nascent Soul stage, this strange object definitely has an unimaginable temptation.

at the same time.

A middle-aged monk with a sword on his back walked from the private room to the terrace expressionlessly, and stood on the railing. The lanterns on both sides behind him also flashed with inspiration.

The brightness of its sky lantern is more than three times higher than that of Cheng Buzheng Dian's sky lantern.

This level of sky lantern is exactly the sky lantern with the highest specifications in the Wanbao Conference, and it is also a triple sky lantern.

He quietly looked at the lotus-shaped high platform, although he didn't speak, but the terrifying sharp aura surrounding his body, the sword aura was compelling.

This person is a Nascent Soul cultivator.

immediately.

He opened his mouth slowly and said flatly:

"This thing, I am sure to get it!"

This voice was transmitted mightily in the venue.

Even Cheng Buzheng in the private room could hear clearly.

heard the words.

Zhenjun Mingxiang frowned, thought for a moment, then stood up directly, opened the beaded curtain and black veil and came to the terrace!

See here.

Jiang Fugui and Jiang Siling also wanted to go to see the excitement, but Cheng Buzheng shook his head slightly.

The two also knew what he meant.

For the confrontation between Nascent Soul True Monarchs, it's better for the younger generation not to join in to watch the excitement.

Although you can't do it, if you meet outside one day and get crushed to death by a bad mood Zhenjun, it will be too wronged!

at the same time.

In the private room on the second floor, a big brother named Wei Yuanying stepped out onto the terrace.

Seeing this real gentleman with a sword on his back, they couldn't help but frown, and then nodded slightly.

Without waiting for the true gentleman with the sword on his back to return the gift, he turned around and walked back to the private room.

They also know that sword cultivators are always straightforward and never beat around the bush.

It is also enough to see the importance of this strange object to the True Lord Sword Cultivator!

certainly.

There were also strands of vast spiritual consciousness shooting out from the private room, but the real body was not revealed!

Not long.

True Monarch Mingxiang returned to the private room, sat on the chair, closed his eyes to rest his mind again, and did not place any bids.

"Which mighty voice was it just now?"

Cheng Buzheng thought to himself.

Although he was curious, he didn't want to cause trouble. It was the best policy to stay quietly in the private room.

After the auction is over, there will definitely be news.

When the time comes, just ask a little bit, and you will know!

Now, there is no need to be so curious.

After all, curiosity killed the cat, he still understands this truth.