The villain of Kuaishou is a bug

Chapter 66 On the Fairy Way (33)

Hearing Mo Tang's answer, Sui Ling lowered her eyes and licked her molars.

He didn't want to, and Sui Ling couldn't force it, so he glanced casually at the bottom of the building.

The auction at the bottom of the building is in full swing.

A sword fringe slowly rises from the luxurious Taichung, the whole body is dark green, it looks ordinary but contains majestic spiritual power.

In just a moment, the Niyuan sword in Luo Mingyun's space gave out a strong weng cry, as if very excited.

"This is the ancient god—Ni Yuan Jian Jian Sui, God Luo Yue."

"You all must have known the deeds of God Luoyue, so there is no need to say more. And this sword tassel contains a trace of her pure spiritual power."

"The starting price is [-] low-grade spirit stones."

Luo Mingyun took out the Niyuan sword thoughtfully.

Exposed to the air, the vibration of the Niyuan sword became stronger, as if urging Luo Mingyun to quickly take a picture of Jiansui.

Sui Ling watched the abnormal movement of Ni Yuanjian, calmly.

The ancient god Luoyue is Luo Mingyun.

And this sword spike should also belong to her, it is normal for Ni Yuanjian to be so excited.

"Thirty thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

"Fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

"Seventy thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

"..."

The shouts below were louder and louder, but when the shouts reached 10,000+, the voices gradually became smaller.

Those who can come to the Jang Geum Auction House have a lot of money, but they understand that the sword spike is just an appetizer, and they shouldn't use up all their belongings just for that trace of pure spiritual power.

"A high-grade lightning fairy grass."

Luo Mingyun patted Ni Yuanjian soothingly, and shouted in a deep voice.

As soon as these words came out, the audience became a little quiet.

"Top...high-grade fairy grass? Or a special lightning type? Did I hear correctly?!"

"Whose Miss is this? So proud?"

"Looking at the position, it seems to be someone from Xuandanzong?"

"Didn't the Xuan Dan sect fall?"

"You don't understand, can there be fewer high-grade herbs for alchemy? The decline is only because there are fewer high-level alchemists."

"Tsk, it's a pity, this sword tassel is not worth the price at all. As expected, the master of the Xuandan Sect is as big-chested and brainless as people say, a fool with a lot of money."

Sui Ling: "..." Why did the blame fall on me again?
The voices of everyone discussing were noisy and weak, and Sui Ling could only hear one or two sentences clearly, but these one or two sentences successfully made her lose face.

Looking at the bottom of the building expressionlessly, his eyes are cold.

"Top-grade Thunderbolt Immortal Grass once."

"Twice the high-grade Thunderbolt Immortal Grass."

"Anyone else bidding?"

"Top-grade Thunderbolt Immortal Grass three times."

"make a deal!"

The voice of the hostess was warm and sweet, and her smile was so standard that she couldn't find a single mistake.

Looking at Xuan Danzong's room with gentle eyes, he made a final decision.

"Let us congratulate Xuan Danzong for obtaining the sword spike of Luo Yue Shangshen!"

Jang Geum Auction House not only collects spirit stones, but can also use items of the same price as spirit stones to participate in the auction.

Luo Mingyun's Lingquan space has a fairy field, and planting herbs can not only improve the quality, but also replicate growth.

This is why Sui Ling felt that the fairy grass given by the guardian beast was more meaningful in Luo Mingyun's hands.

Sui Ling looked at Luo Mingyun's actions, and didn't intend to ask anything. She leaned against the window, with a loose and lazy demeanor, but implied indifference and alienation.

Sensing Sui Ling's gaze, Luo Mingyun tightened her cuffs, stroked the phoenix birthmark on her wrist, and smiled naturally without much explanation.

"Ni Yuan liked it so she took the picture. Speaking of which, I have to thank Sect Master Qing. You gave me this fairy grass back then."

Lingquan space is her last hole card, even if Sect Master Qing doesn't look like someone who would covet it, he can't say it casually.

"It was originally yours, so why not let it go?" Sui Ling smiled slightly, feeling that Luo Mingyun was a little vigilant, she retracted her gaze, and fell to the bottom of the building again, her voice was cold.

The next few auction items are very expensive. Although Xuan Danzong is down and out, he is not so poor that he can't even afford to buy one.

Sui Ling propped her face, her posture was casual and relaxed, she tilted her head to look at Mo Tang, her voice was elegant, like classical music, "What do you like?"

Mo Tang shook his head slightly, his eyes were clear and clean, from time to time he glanced briefly at the bottom of the building, but most of the time he was looking at Sui Ling.

I don't want anything, so what should she give?
Sui Ling licked her lips, a little helpless.

Just when Sui Ling was leaning against the window sill bored, all the lights in the venue suddenly went out.

The scene was dark for a while, and Sui Ling frowned in discomfort, her eyes remained calm.

Before the crowd could question the sudden situation, Taichung was lit up with huge lights.

The beautiful hostess quietly left the stage at some point, and standing on the gorgeous auction stage was a crooked old man wearing a mask.

"Everyone who came to the Jang Geum Auction House must be looking for the two finale treasures."

Although the old man's figure is a little weak and thin, his voice is steady and powerful, revealing a strong sense of historical vicissitudes, which is convincing for no reason.

"It's the president of Jang Jin Auction House!"

Someone who had seen the old man on the stage exclaimed.

"It seems that the next two items are indeed priceless, and even the president of Changjin Auction House, who has unfathomable strength, personally escorted them."

The president of Changjin Auction House listened to the discussion below, but smiled and said nothing, injecting a trace of spiritual power into the transparent ball beside him.

The sphere started to rotate, and there was only a click, and a wooden product that looked like a staff rose from the stage.

It is silent in the air, obviously without the slightest spiritual power, but inexplicably comforting, moist and gentle, clean and free from ups and downs.

Xiu nestled lazily in the spirit pet space, saw the wooden products in Taichung, and screamed.

Mo Tang:?
"what happened?"

"I...I...I have weak legs!" Xiu curled up together, trembling.

500 years ago, the oppression of the soul caused by the wooden staff hitting the body seemed to be repeated in front of my eyes again, which made people frightened.

Mo Tang: "..."

"Then don't look at it." Mo Tang could tell that Xiu was really scared, moved his fingers slightly, closed its viewing angle, and looked at the wooden product under the spotlight with some unknown meaning.

"This time it's not just Jiansui, it's the real Shangshen's weapon—Gusheng."

"It is said that in order to practice the ancient Sheng, the God of Jinchu traveled all over the Xuanling Continent, just to find a suitable spirit tree."

"This ancient sheng is made by merging the world's sacred trees and injecting a small strand of soul. Now that he has fallen, the ancient sheng has no owner."

The president of Changjin Auction House suddenly smiled strangely, revealing the purpose of holding this auction.

"Aside from enough spiritual stones, there is another condition for auctioning this ancient Sheng, which is the petals of the hundred-year-old Qiu tree and the Yuan Ling."

"Similarly, there are also conditions for auctioning the snow lotus in the spirit vault. That is the snow of the abyss in the demon world. There are not many, just one."

Hearing the conditions of the president of Jang Geum Auction House, someone shouted in disbelief, "The petals and spirits of the hundred-year-old catalpa tree?! Does anyone know that since the Xuanling Continent 500 years ago, it is difficult to see the catalpa tree again?"

"Isn't it worthwhile for you to travel through mountains and rivers to search for the best fairy artifact without a master?"

"Although that is the case, it is obviously impossible."

The owner of Changjin Auction House shook his head slightly, his smile remained unchanged and he stopped talking.

"By the way, this abyss hasn't snowed in nearly a hundred years, and it's bare all year round. President, do you really want to sell Lingqiong snow lotus?"

"Exquisite things should be obtained by chance, maybe you are the one who makes the abyss snow?"

The owner of Changjin Auction House answered calmly, without expressing his thoughts.

(End of this chapter)