The city that Liu Baisu brought him to was called Yuan City. Ye Xuan inquired about it, and found that this Yuan City was some distance away from Piaoxue Yincheng, and it was the central city of Piaoxue Kingdom. It can be considered prosperous, and there are also many immortal cultivators, among whom there are even some strong people in the holy palace.
With the help of the blood mist, Ye Xuan would not be afraid of being recognized by the heavy snow, so he planned to find some treasures in Yuan City that would help his body to improve.
The hard work paid off, and within two days, while inquiring about the news of the old man in black, he also got a treasure about advanced physical training.
This treasure was sold at an auction in Yuancheng, and it was called 'The Fire of Melt'. It is said that refining this fire in the body can greatly temper the body of the body. The fire of the body is not the final treasure, but the auction still wants to bet some luck. After all, the fire of the melt is a great treasure for the body repairer. If there is a body repairer willing to buy it, he will definitely spend a lot of money.
Therefore, this news was disseminated by the auction early.
When Ye Xuan heard the news, he was overjoyed. This molten fire is really useful for body cultivation. Of course, it can't help him advance to a bone-changing body. If he can collect some more treasures, with the molten fire, he is not There is no possibility of impacting the bone-changing body.
Ye Xuan spent 3,000 yuan of ink pills, and bought a qualification to enter the auction when the auction was already full. Three days later, when the auction started, they entered the auction venue.
This auction is also very famous.
Behind it is the support of a huge chamber of commerce in Yuancheng, so many high-priced treasures are responsible for this auction, and many immortal cultivators from other cities also come here to participate.
Among them are monks from the Holy Palace.
Even for Yuancheng, the monks of the Holy Palace are also strong people high on the mountain. One must know, how many strong people are there in the realm of condensed truth
If there are monks from the Holy Palace, they will be listed as honored guests in this auction. Please enter the private room to participate in the auction. Naturally, other immortal cultivators will not be able to taste this kind of treatment. Although Ye Xuan is a monk from the Holy Palace, he doesn't want to make any noise. If they wanted to do it, ordinary people would naturally not recognize him as a monk from the Holy Palace, so they just found a random seat and sat down, waiting for the auction to start.
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Soon, a young woman in blue clothes came out from the stage. This woman was full of smiles. It was obvious that she was the host of the auction.
"I think you have been waiting for a long time!" The blue-shirted woman smiled slightly and said, "The following is the first treasure in this auction. I believe everyone has heard of it. A top-notch magic weapon. It's called the Soul-stealing Golden Lock!"
"The golden lock of soul-stirring..."
"It turned out to be such a treasure!"
Ye Xuan lost any interest when he heard the words Dementing Soul Golden Lock, and simply closed his eyes. If he closed his eyes and rested his mind, he didn't care about the discussions in the audience, as if he couldn't hear anything.
What he is most interested in coming to this auction this time is the molten fire, which he is bound to obtain. As for Mo Dan, that is not a problem.
"The soul-stirring golden lock, the starting price is 1,000 ink pills, and the price increase is no less than 100 ink pills each time."
Soon, the audience raised their prices one after another, and many immortal cultivators were very interested in the Dementor Golden Lock, and they had the intention of snatching this treasure.
If Ye Xuan's cultivation base was only at the Sea of Qi level, he might have a lot of interest in the Dementing Soul Golden Lock, but since his cultivation has reached the rank of the Holy Palace, the Dementing Soul Golden Lock is of little use to him.
Soon, the soul-stirring golden lock was auctioned off by an old man in the Qi Sea Realm at a high price of three thousand ink pills.
The old man was obviously very happy, and his eyebrows raised as he laughed.
Ye Xuan still closed his eyes and meditated.
The treasures were auctioned off one by one, and Ye Xuan felt that it would be almost time for the auction of the molten fire.
Sure enough, as he expected, within the time for a cup of tea, the woman in the blue shirt took out a blue flame, which burned in the palm of her hand, and there were actually three colors in the blue flame, namely Black, yellow, and red make the cyan flame even more weird.
"Molten fire!"
"It's the fire of the melt!"
"It's a pity that this molten fire is useless to me. I don't have any physical training skills. I believe that the lack of physical training skills also makes this molten fire very tasteless!"
Many people know the magical effect of this molten fire, but it is really hard to find physical training exercises, which also makes physical training very rare, and if there are few physical training, there will naturally be fewer auctions of molten fire.
This auction is also a gamble of luck. The woman in the blue shirt held the blue flame in her palm and said with a slight smile: "I believe all fellow Taoists know what kind of treasure this blue flame is. The melting fire starts at five thousand ink pills." , each price increase must not be less than five hundred ink pills."
Five thousand ink pills is not a small amount, at least not a small amount for many people present.
The molten fire is indeed worth the price, and the price offered in this auction is still relatively low.
"Six thousand." A voice came from the private room at the height of the auction.
Those who can live in the private room are naturally the distinguished guests of this auction, or those with high status, or the monks of the Holy Palace. This also makes many people who want to auction the molten fire lose their minds. Isn't it an act of courting death for the monks in the same row as the Holy Palace to rob treasures
The woman in the blue shirt saw that there was no sound at the scene, and she was also secretly disappointed. This molten fire is only sold for 6,000, which is really a pity.
However, just when everyone thought that six thousand was the limit, Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes and said, "Seven thousand!"
"Ok?"
As everyone expected, there was indeed a holy monk in the private room.
"Looking for death!" This monk from the Holy Palace is an old man in purple shirt, an elder of a sect in Yuancheng, seeing Ye Xuan dare to rob him of the treasure, he was furious.
But this is an auction after all, he is not easy to sell, said: "Eight thousand!"
He still didn't believe that he, a cultivator in the holy palace, was worse than a person with unknown origin.
"Ten thousand!" Ye Xuan didn't even blink his eyes, calling Mo Dan as if calling out a number.
The old man Yew frowned and said, "Twelve thousand!"
This person increased the price by two thousand at a time. If he didn't take the increase of two thousand, wouldn't he be laughed at by others? He only needs 6,000 ink pills to buy the molten fire, and he still needs to spend such a high price
"Twenty thousand!" Ye Xuanfeng said calmly.
"Hiss..."
Many people took a deep breath.
"Great hand!"
"This is definitely a big deal!"
"This person is crazy, 20,000 ink pills, do you just take it out?"
"How dare he compete with the seniors of the Holy Palace for treasures?"
"I think he thinks his life is too long."
Many people only noticed Ye Xuan at this time, and the woman in the blue shirt was also happy when she saw another bid.
Some people think that Ye Xuan has the audacity to compete with the monks of the Holy Palace for treasures, while some people secretly speculate about Ye Xuan's identity. After all, bidding with the person sitting in that private room is not just a matter of courage. Without some background and strength, it is an act of courting death.
However, no one would have guessed that Ye Xuan, who seemed to have nothing out of the ordinary, was also a strong man in the Holy Palace.
"Twenty-eight thousand!" The old yew man clenched his teeth, and finally forced out this number from between his teeth.
Ye Xuan raised the price by more than 8,000 at a time, but he didn't believe it. The price was as high as 28,000, and Ye Xuan still didn't stop.
It was not difficult to hear the anger in the old man's voice.
Many people felt that Ye Xuan was about to suffer.
"Fifty thousand!" Ye Xuan said without hesitation, an astronomical figure for ordinary cultivators.
"Seventy thousand!" The old man of Yew shouted out the price again.
Ye Xuan raised his eyebrows and said, "One hundred and fifty thousand!"
As soon as this number was called out, the audience was in an uproar. Hearing this number, the old man of Yew was completely discouraged. He was only a monk of the Holy Palace, and although there were many ink pills in his hand, he spent a lot of money for a molten fire. More than ten thousand ink pills are really worth the candle.
After thinking about it, the old man finally lost his temper.
He really didn't know where Ye Xuan got these ink pills.
For Ye Xuan, 150,000 ink pills is really not that much. When he came out this time, he couldn't even count the ink pills he brought with him. Lin Zhimeng alone gave him four or five million ink pills. , in order to be prepared in Piaoxue God's country, how could Mo Dan be stingy with these numbers.