Under the guidance of the maid, the two soon came to a VIP room. This VIP room is actually a small pavilion. The pavilion is elegantly arranged, with several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the pillars, and spiritual tea and spiritual fruits are also placed on the antique round table.
And the surroundings of the pavilion were shrouded in a layer of white mist. However, looking from the inside, one could clearly see everything in the main venue of the auction. At a glance, there are many similar pavilions.
Wen Renxue quietly released his consciousness, wanting to check the situation in the pavilion. However, when the consciousness comes into contact with the white mist, it will be swallowed up. After suffering a loss, Wen Renxue stopped visiting other pavilions. Instead, turn your gaze to the bottom of the pavilion.
Below the pavilion is where ordinary monks are located. These monks didn't have the treatment in the VIP room. There was only a stone bench for them to sit on. The dark place seemed extremely crowded. A rough calculation shows that there are more than 10,000 people in the minority. Among the more than ten thousand people, sword spirits and swordsmen are the main ones, but there are not many strong sword masters.
"How many VIP rooms like this are there?" Wen Renxue asked the maid beside her seemingly carelessly. After speaking, he picked up a cup of tea from the round table and took a sip with his mouth shut.
"My lord, there are only a hundred or so VIP rooms in this auction. Most of them are sword masters with a background, or big figures with a background like you." The maid smiled charmingly. The glances in his eyes from time to time flowed, as if he wanted to get close to this handsome man with a lot of background.
If this maid knew that she had been winking at a woman, how would she feel
Wen Renxue nodded slightly, put down the spiritual tea that he had only taken a sip of, and said flatly: "Okay, you can go out first."
When the maid heard this, she was taken aback for a moment, not knowing how she had offended the young master, she turned her face as soon as she could. Before, she teased herself in every possible way, but now she looks cold. This young man with a background is really difficult to serve. Thinking of this, the maid resisted the grievance in her heart, gave a little salute, opened the door with a sad face, and left the pavilion.
After the maid left, a white light flew out from the storage bag and turned into Lu Yu's appearance.
"Wenren, why are you so cruel to that woman! I didn't see the resentful look in her eyes when she left. Tsk tsk..." Lu Yu said with a half-smile.
Wen Renxue glared at Lu Yu fiercely when he heard the words, and said angrily, "How dare you say that? It's not your bad idea. If you do this again, I will leave."
Lu Yu chuckled and said, "Don't be angry! I'm just talking casually. However, your performance really left me dumbfounded!"
"That's right! Don't look at who I am!" Wen Renxue said with a smile. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and asked again: "Why did you come out? Aren't you afraid of going out of your way?"
"No, I just saw it. The isolation and restriction of the VIP room here is very strong. Without the consciousness of the emperor, it is impossible to see the scene in the pavilion." Lu Yu explained with a smile road. While talking, he picked up a cup of spiritual tea from the round table, sat comfortably on the chair, and looked at the scene of the auctioneer's venue thoughtfully.
"Ah! Why did you drink that cup of tea..." Wen Renxue suddenly screamed.
Lu Yu was called out by Wen Renxue, only to realize that there seemed to be a little less tea in the cup. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Lu Yu's mind, as if he had thought of something. His face was also slightly hot, but he still pursed his lips subconsciously, as if thinking about something.
Seeing Lu Yu's expression, Wen Renxue also blushed, but she just snorted heavily and stopped talking.
Hearing the snort, Lu Yu came back to his senses, and quickly turned around to apologize to Wen Renxue. Unexpectedly, when she turned her face, she saw Wen Renxue's face transformed into a flower blowing kiss. The feeling that I still had just aftertaste turned into waves of nausea, and I couldn't stop retching a few times.
Seeing Lu Yu's appearance, Wen Renxue touched her face, suddenly realized, and looked at Lu Yu who was vomiting with a smirk...
An hour later, only a few "嗖—嗖" pierced through the air, and an old man in a brocade robe appeared in the circular main hall. Behind him were more than a dozen middle-aged monks in blue armor.
The old man in brocade robe smiled, cupped his hands towards the surroundings, and said, "Old man Zhong Lichuan is the chief steward of Wutian Pavilion, and most of you fellow Taoists must know most of you. This auction will be held by me." Everyone host." Although the old man's voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by everyone.
"This auction is different from the past. Not only are there twice as many items as before, but there are also four finale treasures that will be displayed at the end." Zhong Lichuan suddenly raised his tone.
When the people below heard this, they all discussed and applauded. Even in the VIP room, there were a few cheers from time to time. I'm glad I came here right this time, more things mean that I have more chances to get what I want. As for the finale of the last four, most people just want to watch the excitement.
At this moment, an uncoordinated voice suddenly resounded throughout the auction hall.
"Old man Zhong, are you trying to deceive us? How did I hear that there are only two finale items?" A hoarse voice came from a pavilion.
After hearing this, Zhong Lichuan smiled heartily and said, "So you don't know something, Fellow Daoist Gong. Originally, there were indeed only two finale items. However, not long ago, two other fellow Daoists entrusted us with treasures Wutian Pavilion is here for auction."
"There are two finale treasures just now? It seems that this auction is getting more and more lively!" A sharp voice sounded in the venue. It's just that no one can tell where the sound is coming from.
Zhong Lichuan smiled slightly, but didn't pay attention to where the voice came from. Instead, when he raised his hand, a storage bag appeared in his hand. Immediately, he pointed towards the storage bag, and a yellow light shot out. As soon as the yellow light faded, a small alchemy furnace emerged. From time to time, green light flickered on the alchemy furnace.
Zhong Lichuan said to everyone with a smile on his face: "This alchemy furnace is called Ziyang Ding. It was obtained by this pavilion by chance a hundred years ago. After the appraiser of this pavilion appraised it, it is a magic weapon of holy rank."
When the people below heard that it was a holy magic weapon, their eyes widened and they talked a lot. You must know that a top-level magic weapon usually has to be refined by a strong person in the imperial realm. Ordinary sword masters can only use middle-level magic weapons. As for the holy magic weapon, this thing can only be heard in rumors. Ordinary monks have never even seen it.
Lu Yu and Wen Renxue were also surprised. Lu Yu has been coveting the holy magic weapon for a long time. However, there has been no chance to obtain or refine it. Wen Renxue wanted this treasure more than Lu Yu. Although his talent in refining medicine is very against the sky, he still often fails in refining pills. The main reason is because there is no pill furnace at hand. The alchemy furnace in her hand is still the low-grade alchemy furnace that Lu Yu bought for her in the shop.
It's not that Lu Yu is stingy, it's just that there are too few alchemists in Broken Star Lake, so no one buys the materials for the alchemy furnace. Without materials, it is impossible for an alchemist to refine the alchemy furnace.
With the alchemy furnace in Wen Renxue's hands now, at most, he could only refine the pills that monks in the spiritual realm would take. If she wanted to refine the elixir of the teacher's realm, the elixir furnace in her hand must be fried.
Thinking of this, Wen Renxue didn't hesitate, and said to Lu Yu beside him: "You must grab this pill furnace for me! If you can't grab it, don't expect to have pills in the future."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yu nodded without hesitation. He is very aware of the importance of the alchemy furnace to the alchemist, just like the importance of the spiritual fire to the craftsman. In addition, he is an out-and-out "medicine pot", without pills, the road to cultivation is simply difficult.
Just when Lu Yu and Wen Renxue decided to buy the Ziyang Ding.
A woman's voice came from a certain pavilion: "Friend Daoist Zhongli, what you said is not true. Although this is a holy magic weapon, the aura is not very strong. Are you playing in Wutian Pavilion? What trick?"
After hearing this, Zhong Lichuan smiled slightly, stroked his beard and said, "Dao has good eyesight. The reason why this Ziyang cauldron has weak breath is because it has been damaged. However, even so, this damaged Ziyang cauldron can still improve by half. The success rate of pills. And it can also refine any pills below the emperor's realm!"
"Emperor Realm, Zhongli is too far away from what Fellow Daoist said." The woman's voice sounded again.
"Fellow Daoist, this statement is wrong. There are not too many pill furnaces on the market that can refine imperial realm pills! The value of an imperial realm pill must be clear to all fellow daoists present. Even if Senior Sword Emperor What's the point of doing it for you?" Zhong Lichuan continued to bewitch.
As soon as these words came out, there were indeed many people who were dreaming of the dream of having the Sword Emperor as their bodyguard.
Zhong Lichuan saw that the atmosphere was almost ready, and was about to make an offer.
A lazy voice came from a pavilion: "Fellow Daoist Zhongli, I don't know how much will the success rate of the Ziyang Cauldron be increased after it is repaired?"
Zhong Lichuan was taken aback when he heard the words, he didn't expect that someone would want to repair the Ziyang cauldron. You must know that repairing a magic weapon is much more difficult than refining a magic weapon. But since someone asked, it's okay to say it, it can confuse others even more.
"According to the appraiser's judgment, if the Ziyang Cauldron is in good condition, it can at least increase the success rate of pills by 30%, and it can also improve the quality of pills. It is not impossible to refine top-quality pills!" Zhong Lichuan laughed.
After hearing this, the people below became even more fanatical. This elixir is divided into ordinary, high-grade, and extreme-grade. There is also a world of difference between each grade. The medicinal properties of one high-grade pill are equivalent to ten ordinary pills, and one top-grade pill is equivalent to a hundred ordinary pills. Once such words come out, how can the people below not be overheated
Zhong Lichuan saw that the fire was almost ready, and said with a smile: "This old man is not selling out anymore. The bottom price of this Ziyang cauldron is 10,000 middle-grade spirit stones."
As soon as these words came out, the bidders started to rise and fall one after another. It has to be said that this Wutian Pavilion is sophisticated, and this Wanlingshi can only buy a middle-level magic weapon at most. How can the people below not be crazy, this Ziyang cauldron is also a magic weapon of holy rank after all.
"Eleven thousand spirit stones..."
"thirteen thousand"
"Seventeen thousand"
…
When the price broke through to 30,000 spirit stones, those hot-headed monks gradually became sober and stopped bidding. There were only two bidders in the field.
"Forty thousand!" The woman who spoke earlier said.
"Fifty thousand!" Wen Renxue's lazy voice sounded again.
"Sixty thousand!" the woman asked.
"Seventy thousand!" Wen Renxue also blurted out.
"This fellow Taoist must be an alchemist too. However, I would like to advise you that this emperor realm elixir cannot be refined by just anyone." The woman said coldly.
"My young master is not an alchemist. I just think this alchemy stove is beautiful. I just want to buy it back and put flowers and plants!" Wen Renxue's tone of a playful young master seemed to have no affection for Lingshi.
Seeing this, Zhong Lichuan was overjoyed, and said to a steward beside him: "This is the grandson of the sword emperor you said, he is indeed a prodigal figure. However, the more people like this, the better for our Wutian Pavilion. "
"Hmph, one hundred thousand spirit stones. If fellow daoists can produce more spirit stones than this, I will give you this alchemy furnace!" the woman said viciously.
"One hundred thousand and one spirit stone." Wen Renxue laughed.
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone immediately roared with laughter. When the woman heard this, she almost vomited blood, but she just snorted heavily and stopped talking...