At this moment, the first auction is coming to an end, and the last lot has arrived. After several emotional tones, the auctioneer is a little tired, but in front of this lot, he still cheered up and smiled at the monks below:

"I don't need to introduce this one again."

Some people in the audience laughed knowingly, but more of them stared at the car pushed on the stage, feeling the unobstructed and quiet coldness in the jade bowl on it.

The auctioneer deliberately let the voice down: "Xuanming True Water, Ten Drops!"

As his voice came, almost everyone's heart beat. Especially those who practice special methods and need to practice with the help of strange things in the world, their eyes turned green.

Ten drops of Xuanming True Water may be of great help to magical tools and elixirs, but it is even more amazing to people like them. If you are a monk who is on the upper level of the Bingxu level, you may be able to use it forever! That is indeed a "turning upside down" change. What the auctioneer said before is not exaggerated at all.

In this round of auction, there will naturally be no longer the participation of the Master of Xuanming True Water. Those monks who are just rushing to Xuanming True Water have been patient before, but now they are naturally ready to rush to the point of being nervously allocated resources, intending to win the bid in one fell swoop.

The auctioneer took all the feelings of the monks in the audience and smiled slightly, and was quite proud, because at least one-third of this scene was his credit.

He emphasized for the last time: "Ten drops of Xuanming True Water, combined for auction, not separately priced transactions. Then now... start!"

The auction hall exploded instantly. At least thirty people activated the projection array on the seats, mapped the appearance of their treasures to the stage, and thoughtfully, and listed the relevant information. For a moment, the light and shadow flashed, almost flooding the auctioneer.

After nearly two breaths, the magic array on the stage clearly gathered the projections of each party and arranged them one by one, divided into three levels, middle and lower for the monks to see. During this period, the number of projections increased by seven or eight.

This is not the case of those "secretly shot" characters. They directly import the information of the treasures into Guiyan's private magic circle. Of course, these treasures are more or less shameful, but they are better than the treasures listed on the stage.

The jumping light and shadow also disrupted the strange atmosphere in the VIP room. Shen Wan took the opportunity to stand up straight and avoid Guiyan's "flirtatiousness", but she could not turn against her face. She could only smile and just pretend that nothing had happened, and said softly:

"Who does Mr. Guiyan like? "

Judging from her reaction, Gui Yan found it very interesting, so he responded with a smile: "Yes, I like one."

It was said that he was "favorite", but his eyes did not project the neatly arranged treasures ahead at all, but projected on Shen Wan's face, and his meaning was self-evident.

Shen Wan's pretty face just turned bloody, and in an instant she turned snow-white again.

Guiyan laughed so hard that he finally stopped teasing her. He turned his face and carefully looked at the neatly arranged lights and shadows in front of him.

Although the treasures inside are of extremely high quality, there are two magic weapons that have been sacrificed for more than 100 levels alone, which is only a line away from the single-wheel Dynasty. However, his principles have not changed, and Donghua's treasures are still the most preferred, especially those that are likely to involve the ruins of Donghua Palace or related to Mrs. Huangquan.

As a result, he quickly locked in two of them, one on the stage and one in front of him.

The one on the stage is a half-incomplete statue, about five inches high, with most of the head and many parts of the body. The original image cannot be seen, but it is still faint and unpredictable. It seems that there are blessings all year round. According to the instructions next to it, it fell from a high place near the battlefield during the battle between Earth Immortals. It is not certain whether it is a collection in Donghua Palace.

As for the "dark mark" that was thrown into Gui Yan's eyes, it was a natural secret treasure, which looked like a flywheel, with sharp edges and blood stains on it. It was clearly traced from a long time, but it was as bright as the past. The origin of this treasure was very clear, and it was the only female cultivator Li Xia, among the seven major sects who had died in Donghua Palace.

Li Xia's cultivation is only an ordinary real person in Changsheng, but he is good at witchcraft cursing. His treasures may contain any dangerous means. Perhaps this is why the current master is afraid and wants to take them out to see if he can go back with a cheaper price.

Little did they know that Gui Yan was attracted by the possible means above.

With a wave of the sleeve of the robe, through the magic circle, only two projections of light and darkness were left, and all the projections of other treasures disappeared. Sudden sighs sounded in the auction hall. Since it was the last item, some people had already stood up and walked out disappointed, but a considerable number of people remained in place, wanting to see the final result.

The field was quite chaotic for a while.

In such an environment, Jiuyan and Zhai Que'er, who had been sitting still, looked at each other and stood up at the same time. Gu Zhi, who wanted to see the final result, was a little strange:

"Don't you see who the flowers fall?"

Zhai Que'er spread the folding fan with a whisper, fanned herself, and said with a smile: "This only shows that you don't understand the mentality of a nouveau riche, right? Don't you know all this very clearly?"

"Nowadays" glanced at her helplessly, and Gu Zhi was really clear at once, and he suddenly realized: "So that's it."

While speaking, he also called the geese on the river.

While the four were walking out, the auctioneer on the stage announced the result: the owner of Xuanming Zhenshui chose the statue, but also designated a certain "dark mark" to directly enter the "treasure field" and make face-to-face transactions with him.

The auction house was humble for a moment, but Yu Ci and others looked at each other and went straight out the door.

As soon as he reached halfway through, Yu Ci frowned slightly. There was a sense outside the door. He really didn't like it very much, but he didn't stop. After leaving the auction hall, someone was waiting outside and he reached out to stop him very directly.

"Hey, don't you say hello?"

The person who stretches out his hand is the sword of ghosts and gods.

This guy just confronted Gui Yan and made a high statement about "a dog that doesn't eat shit", but he was careless in front of him, which was really annoying.

His movements were so direct that everyone passing by looked over curiously.

The Ghost Sword is thin, has a high cheekbones, and is quite ugly, but has a majestic temperament. No matter when, the waist and back are straight, and there is a kind of spirit that takes everything for granted, and the self-confidence that comes from the inside out is very eye-catching.

In sharp contrast to him, the young man wearing coarse cloth clothes on the other side was that of the young man who was dressed so simple that he was almost shabby, but his face was like a full moon, with red lips and white teeth, and extremely handsome, which made people unforgettable at first sight. The man held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and stood there, smiling slightly, with a peaceful and steady state beyond the appearance.

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Chapter completed!