The entire venue is in a semi-circle, with the huge platform on the first floor. Because the monks have excellent eyesight, the treasures will be placed flat and sitting on the fourth floor to see them clearly.
The auction has not yet started, and there are musicians playing instrumental music on the stage. These musicians are all low-level cultivators, not aggressive, and their appearance is average, but the sound of the qin and xiao is good.
The seven-stringed qin clanged, sometimes like a silver bottle leaking, impassioned, and sometimes like a trickle, with a lingering sound. The xiao sound is slow and long, accompanied by the ringing of the bell, as if telling a distant story. He closed his eyes and listened, and vaguely saw a beautiful woman walking slowly in the endless desert, with a string of tiny silver bells tied around her fair ankles, stepping barefoot in the slowly yellow sand, step by step, walking towards the distance. The lake at the place suddenly surged with spring water, covering the desert in exchange for infinite vitality.
Mo Tianliao opened his eyes and frowned slightly. There was a slight deceitful power in the sound of the qin and xiao. Because it was played by a low-level monk, it was not enough to affect the soul, but it would also stimulate the hidden desires in people's hearts, causing a while. The auction is more lively. Beauty, ankles, bells, this is what he knew most clearly in the sea, then...
Turning his head slowly, Mo Tianliao felt that his nose was a little itchy when he saw that his master had taken off his shoes, stepped on the tiger's head with bare feet, and his fair feet were submerged in thick fur. My cat's paws, because he is too lazy to walk, always ask him to hold them, the front paws and hind paws have always been pink and soft.
Just as the outstretched hand touched Shizun's calf, the fair foot stretched out and kicked him lightly. Mo Tianliao resisted the urge to grab the foot, put his hand in his sleeve, and turned his head to go. See Tong clearly.
"Water." Qingtong leaned on the big welcome pillow and raised his chin to Mo Tianliao.
There was a waiter in this room, but when the waiter saw that the real person had brought his own entourage, he voluntarily withdrew.
Mo Tianliao stood up resignedly and poured tea for the master. In the teapot on the table, there is brewed fragrant tea, which is warmed with fixed fire spar, and it is hot to drink at any time. Between pouring tea, Mo Tianliao glanced down. The entire venue was quickly filled, and each floor could not see each other, but he could see the situation in the hall. The monks in the hall and below the foundation building have no soul. If they want to bid, they can only bid, so they can't buy anything precious. After all, everyone is watching, and they will be robbed when they go out.
After waiting for about two quarters of an hour, the qinxiao finally stopped, the lighting stones under the stage were covered with dark gauze, the curtain on the stage slipped down instantly, and the stage full of sunstones was very bright, instantly taking everyone's minds away. A loyal-looking Jindan cultivator stood in the center of the platform and bowed his hands to everyone with a smile: "Dear fellow Taoists and seniors, in the next Mark Six, I am fortunate to gather with you in the Liuhe auction house..."
"The auctioneers in the Liuhe auction house are all called Mark Six." Mo Tianliao handed the dried tea to Qingtong and explained in a low voice that he had brought cats to Liuhefang before, but the auctioneer at that time was not this one. , but also claiming to be Mark Six.
Qingtong took the cup and took a sip: "What?"
Mo Tianliao blinked and smiled slightly: "It's nothing, do you want to eat fried fish, I remember you like the fried fish here." How could the little furball who had been snuggling in his arms at that time care who was the auctioneer? At most, I will remember what is delicious here.
Sure enough, when Qingtong heard this, his originally cold eyes lit up.
When the big tiger heard that there was something to eat, he raised his head and groaned, and was rewarded with a slap by the master.
As a result, in the private room on the highest floor, fried small fish and roasted deer legs were placed, and the first auction item was missed with the sound of gnawing meat. The first one is a lottery, no matter how much money, the auction house will give up its own profit, and the atmosphere suddenly becomes lively.
Treasures, medicinal herbs, and spirit herbs were sold interspersed, and the grades gradually improved. The first few items were not even interested until the fifth item came out.
"The Red Tiger Moon Slashing Sabre, a top-grade treasure!" The auctioneer uncovered the red silk, revealing a bright red sword with a tiger's head carved on it. The whole body was crystal clear and seemed to have flames flowing, "I want you to know that this saber comes from' Forge the hand of Venerable Heaven's."
"Huh—" There was a sudden commotion in the venue, and the things of the stoic lord were already of the highest quality.
"To be honest with all of you, this sword is the handwriting of the venerable when he was young, not the pinnacle of work," the auctioneer motioned for everyone to look at the blade. Already famous, this high-grade fire-type treasure was refined when Venerable Jin Dan was consummated, and it was a gift for friends, one knife can cut a hundred miles of glaciers, and the price starts at a hundred high-grade spirit stones!"
The usual high-grade treasures start at fifty to eighty high-grade spirit stones, which should have been forged by the calcined sky, but so much was added.
Qingtong glanced at the knife, sneered, and said nothing.
Mo Tianliao touched his nose. The reason why he could see that this was his early work was because the knife was pretty good-looking. It must be known that the more he went on, the less particular he was about doing things. Practical is the main, appearance can not be expected. Just like the ten thousand ghost banners used by the ancestors of the dead bones, when they are not in use, they look like a dirty rag cut at random.
The big tiger didn't know the "eyes and eyebrows" of the two people behind him. When he saw the big knife, he got up, patted the spar ball with his hairy claws, and followed the bid with his spiritual sense.
"Eldest brother, do you want that knife?" Mo Tianliao turned to look at him.
"Ow!" The big tiger shouted, and regardless of whether the younger brother understood or not, he followed the bid below, for fear of missing out.
The bidding price in the elegant room is directly passed through the spiritual sense, passed through the spar on the stage, and read out by the auctioneer. Therefore, the auctioneer in Liuheli must be above Jindan.
"The price is one hundred and eighty upstairs!"
"One hundred and eighty-five!"
"two hundred!"
The price rose all the way to two hundred and thirty, then slowed down and began to add piece by piece. The big tiger pricked his ears and swept his tail nervously on the ground. He had already called to two hundred and thirty-six, and he had only two hundred and thirty-six. One hundred and fifty pieces of high-grade spirit stones, more than that, would be unaffordable.
"The price upstairs is 300 high-grade spirit stones!" the auctioneer suddenly shouted loudly.
The audience was silent for a moment, three hundred high-grade spirit stones, three ordinary high-grade treasures can be bought, this price is really too high. The big tiger retracted his fur paws in frustration and ran back to lie on his feet.
Mo Tianliao rubbed the tiger's head: "That knife is nothing good, I'll make one for you later." In his opinion, the Red Tiger Moon Slasher is no different from a piece of trash, except for its fire attribute attack ability, don't of nothing.
The big tiger pushed his hand away and rushed to the younger brother, baring his teeth, what do you know, this is the handwriting of Venerable Gingtian, it is much more stable than ordinary treasures, and it is also very face-saving in his hand, and he can still talk to Mo Xiong when he goes back. They show off.
Mo Tianliao didn't understand the tiger's mind, and he didn't plan to lend money to the senior brother to buy a piece of junk, so he turned around and continued to look at the things on the stage.
"I have a set of seven-color spar here, each of which has special properties and can be used to refine a set of treasures!" A long tray was placed on the stage, and there were seven-color spar of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and purple. , each piece is the size of a fist.
Red refining crystal, orange cloud crystal, Mingyang crystal, turquoise glue, azure stone, sapphire blue bead, the first six are well-known rare gems, and they all have some special uses. There are so many different.
"What is that purple stone!" Someone in the audience shouted loudly.
Hearing this, Mo Tianliao also looked at the purple spar. He didn't care, his pupils shrank immediately, and without thinking, he put his hand on the bidding round.
The auctioneer said it was Purple Cloud Crystal, but some people said that Purple Cloud Crystal was lighter in color than this. Could it be that the auction house used it to make up the number! The auctioneer smiled and didn't say much. Ziyunjing was not a particularly precious spar, it was indeed meant to be picked up for a set, but even for the first six kinds, it could be sold for a good price.
The starting price is a thousand high-grade spirit stones!
"Eleven hundred!"
"Twelve hundred!"
"Two thousand!" A Nascent Soul cultivator upstairs suddenly bid two thousand, and the bidding in the venue paused.
"Thank you, ancestor." A beautiful female cultivator sat next to the Yuanying cultivator, and thanked the cultivator with a smile. With such a complete set of crystal stones, if you find a master craftsman, you can practice a set of defense methods with all attributes. At that time, what kind of means can resist one or two.
The Yuanying cultivator smiled and smiled for the Bomei people. This kind of money is still affordable.
"Two thousand and one yuan." Mo Tianliao called for a price.
"..." When the Nascent Soul cultivator heard the price, he immediately fell back with anger, "Five hundred!"
"Five hundred and one yuan." Mo Tianliao still followed the price unhurriedly.
Meng Hu turned into a human, bared his teeth: "Junior brother, that plate of stones is not useful, what are you doing here?"
"Carve a tea set for Master." Mo Tianliao said casually and continued to follow the price.
The big brother almost choked. Qingtong snorted, raised his hand and slapped Mo Tianliao.
Mo Tianliao smiled. Whenever the person below bid, he would add an extra piece until the price reached 6,000. The person couldn't bid any more, so he bought it for 6,000 yuan.
There were attendants who brought things up directly and paid on the spot.
Mo Tianliao took the last purple spar in his hand, probed with his soul, and slowly hooked his lips. As expected, he was not mistaken, this is not a purple cloud crystal, but a nine soul crystal that can refine a soul weapon!
Qingtong picked up a red gemstone and turned it around in his hand. He said coldly, "The falling star stone will cost at least 30,000 yuan. If it appears in a while, how can you buy it?"
Mo Tianliao, who was happy that he had picked up a big bargain, suddenly stiffened. At this moment, the first 23 pieces had already been filmed, and the first treasure of the finale was launched on the stage. The black stone, the inside is vast and deep, and the appearance is blue and shining, just like the stars falling for nine days, it is the falling star stone he needs!
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