"What's that?" Qinghe has cunning eyes, a little fluorescent light, incomparably clever.
"In three days, Fairy Zhang Yu will come here!" Qing He stood still, after all, Zhang Yu was so far away from here, he also came.
"What are you talking about?" Zhang Xiaotian's face became stiff, and his body trembled, in disbelief.
"Well, in three days, the moon spirit girl from Zhang Yu will be here!" Qinghe has a pretty face.
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaotian's thoughts skyrocketed, and countless her shadows passed through his mind. A girl with a beautiful face and a beautiful appearance, her simple appearance is always engraved in her heart, and this moment is even more clear. Crazy looking forward to the moment of meeting in my heart.
Zhang Xiaotian took a deep breath and suppressed the thoughts in his heart. At the same time, there was a trace of panic and fear of being pure. She has changed a person. After all, most of the women have changed, and Zhang Xiaotian has a secret heart.
"No wonder, the people who competed wildly to take the moon step before, turned out to be to please this fairy Xiaoyue!" Qinghe knew it, as if a little daughter and little jealousy. After all, because a girl of the same age came here, an ordinary treasure was auctioned at a sky-high price, and anyone would be jealous. This is due to the worth and the charm of the girl.
"Let me see!" Zhang Xiaotian said.
"Then what did you just throw away?" Qinghe narrowed his eyes and said playfully.
"Come here!" Zhang Xiaotian said solemnly, much more serious.
Zhang Xiaotian's easygoing, spread in the Haohai Sect, many disciples rarely see this solemn appearance, Zhang Xiaotian is usually easy to get along with, and along the way to Qinghe, he never saw Zhang Xiaotian's expression, and he immediately returned it to Zhang Xiaotian cleverly.
"The glare hand is also a martial art related to light, and it is very gorgeous and powerful. It is quite suitable for the fairy Xiaoyue."
Zhang Xiaotian was silent and decided to get it.
Finally, Zhang Xiaotian selected Guixi Pill, Dazzling Hand, and Lingyuan Pill (the most rare of the three medicines).
On the way Zhang Xiaotian chose the Chinese-Italian pill, the auction outside naturally did not end.
"Xuan-level martial art flame spirit body, low price for one hundred cubic meters!"
"One thousand." Someone called Zhang Xiaotian, with a look of heart.
Hearing that, the rest of the VIPs were a little bit angry and made bids one after another. After all, Xuan-level martial arts are very rare, and for large sects such as Haohaizong, they are all treasures.
"Eleven hundred!"
"Two thousand!" Zhang Xiaotian said lightly, watching the many monks.
"Are you rich? We are not bad!" This is the voice of most cultivators with status, after all, no one wants to weaken their reputation.
"Two thousand and one!"
"Two thousand and two!"
"Three thousand!" Zhang Xiaotian said casually.
At this moment, many people in the VIP room wanted to scold their mothers, but many people retreated. This lavish person obviously has the ambition to win, and there may be goals below, so let's give up! Of course there are some people who are not willing to give up easily.
"Three thousand and one!"
"Three thousand two!"
"Three thousand three!"
"Four thousand!" Zhang Xiaotian said lightly again, this time many monks hesitated.
"Four thousand and one hundred!"
"Five thousand!" shouted one person, his voice extremely angry, no worse than we are rich.
This time, Zhang Xiaotian didn't say anything again. Since then, Zhang Xiaotian kept making such bids, but each time he cleverly avoided them, and the number of times increased. Some people began to discover that Zhang Xiaotian might have raised the price deliberately, so whenever Zhang Xiaotian made an exit, the number of bidders would decrease. .
Next, one by one auction items appeared on the stage. Although they were all rare and exotic treasures, none of them could match the fierce bidding of ordinary martial arts, and they were auctioned at sky-high prices.
"The miracle medicine Peiyuan Dan! One hundred pills, one hundred prescriptions at a low price!"
"I'm out of two hundred!" Zhang Xiaotian said lightly, entering the tomb of Lord Wu, it is inevitable that there will be some damage. This healing spirit pill is beginning to come in handy.
"Three hundred!" The same is a VIP room bid.
"Five hundred!" Zhang Xiaotian suddenly bid.
"Six hundred!"
"One thousand!" Zhang Xiaotian asked the price again. Many people gritted their teeth and gave up, apparently knowing that Zhang Xiaotian was deliberately raising the price.
"One thousand and one!" Someone was unwilling.
"Two thousand!" Zhang Xiaotian said faintly, confident, and no one bid with him again. After all, he might be deceived again.
However, this time Zhang Xiaotian really needed this kind of medicine.
"Yellow-level pill, spirit-returning pills, ten cultivators below the spirit level, including them, one pill will restore spiritual power! The same low price is one hundred cubic meters!"
This time, the audience boiled over and the bidding kept on, and it was almost noisy.
"A thousand squares!"
"Two thousand squares!"
…
At the beginning, it was an increase of one thousand, and even more than ten thousand was still increasing.
"Twenty thousand!" Zhang Xiaotian said lightly, no one followed. Obviously Zhang Xiaotian's price increase was too crazy and no one dared to chase him.
Although it was a bit of a loss in Zhang Xiaotian's hands, Zhang Xiaotian's bidding was smooth sailing afterwards. In this way, this time the finale, Zhang Xiaotian and others are also in great need.
"The Holy Tomb of Wujun, opening soon! This is part of the map in the Holy Tomb, the lower price!"
This kind of importance is self-evident. The use of a map reduces the disorientation and increases the possibility of obtaining treasures first.
"One hundred!" This time it was not Zhang Xiaotian's first step to raise prices so severely.
"two hundred!"
"Ten thousand!" Someone bids even harder, but it's probably because they really wanted it.
"Eleven thousand and one thousand!" Someone said, after all, the map of the tomb of Emperor Wujun was regarded as top secret by the major forces, and once it appeared, it would cause a violent storm.
"Twelve thousand!"
"Twenty-three thousand!"
"Thirty thousand!" Zhang Xiaotian quoted. Many people gritted their teeth with hatred, but they must follow, because it is really important.
"Thirty-one thousand!"
"Thirty-two thousand!" In the end, the price was 50,000 yuan.
"Five thousand and one hundred!"
"Five thousand two hundred!"
"Five thousand three hundred!"
In the end, it is the superposition of the ten directions and the ten directions. This expenditure will be painful to anyone.
"Five Thousand!" The man said slowly, extremely reluctant, but the sect had already confessed that he had taken this thing at all costs.
Zhang Xiaotian and the others were also extremely unwilling, but they were helpless and got up one after another and left silently.
"Dare to rob us of Qin Yu's things, Jianzong, Hehuanzong, you are looking for death!" Before leaving, it was the sound of such a rage.
At this moment, the sky above Mitian City was as bright as white porridge, aura was overwhelming, and blazing like the light of stars, a vast expanse of whiteness, flooding the world.
The endless monks shouted and killed in anger, all over the place, making people abrupt. Spiritual storm, shaking the earth, as if to break the heaven and the earth.
Between heaven and earth, from time to time there is a loud noise that shakes the sky and even the wild land. Had it not been for the ancient guardian formation, Mitian City would have been destroyed.
The whole world is extremely depressive, and many monks have inexplicable panic in their hearts, and those who are not so tremble are extremely restricted, and their actions are greatly restricted.
At this moment, Mitian City was in extreme panic, and many monks were restlessly laying on the ground. There are tragic deaths everywhere.