Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Three days later.

Under the vigorous publicity of the auction house, Qianxi City has gathered countless warriors at this time.

Tietou played an important role in this.

Countless warriors were surprised by his sudden surge in skill. They heard that it was because of the elixir given by the immortals from the upper realm. They almost lost their money and came to Qianxi City with all their belongings.

Before the auction started, the city was already in chaos.

Fan Jian and Gu Shengren were walking in the city, and they clearly noticed that the murderous aura in this city was much stronger than last time!

A chivalrous person uses force to break the law.

This principle is feasible in any plane.

Those warriors are inherently bad-tempered.

At this time, because they came with the same goal, they who had already disliked each other were gearing up, ready to have a fight at any time.

Under this situation, Fan Jian also specifically asked Gushengren not to cover his face.

Although she is already over a hundred years old, she looks like she is only in her early twenties. Her skin is like gelatin, which can be broken by a blow. Even the appearance of an immortal is not enough to describe her appearance.

This also caused many warriors to look askance at him, and even came forward to test him.

It's just that everyone who is brave has learned a lesson.

That is a woman with a man by her side, don’t even think about it.

As for the process by which they learned this lesson, I won’t mention it, it’s too bloody.

But this made Fan Jian feel happy.

"Being jealous, small receiving value +531."

"Being cursed, the minor damage value is +249."

Fan Jian felt the long-lost pleasure and immediately whispered.

"My beautiful lady, can you let me put my arm around your waist? Make me feel better!"

The waist was not tight enough, and Fan Jian's ears were almost pulled off.

"Being ridiculed has a small reception value of +1053."

Worth it!

Fan Jian said angrily.

The auction begins.

The pill given by Fan Jian was naturally the finale.

The previous auctions were all ordinary antique calligraphy and paintings, and occasionally there were some martial arts weapons, but the two of them didn't like them at all.

The only thing worth buying is a few medicinal herbs that are only available in the Eighth Central Realm. To Fan Jian, these are all money!

Finally, all the previous items are sold out, and the main event is here!

I saw the beautiful woman in charge of the display slowly walking up from the backstage holding an exquisite porcelain plate with Fan Jian's Marrow Cleansing Pill on it.

The steward said immediately.

"I won't go into too many details. What everyone here this time must be doing is this marrow-cleansing pill passed down by the immortals from the upper world!"

"As for the efficacy, just look at Tietou Gong! As for whether you believe in its efficacy or not, I don't care! I can only say that there are only ten pills in total. If you sell one pill, the price will be higher if one pill is missing. It will only be higher!”

"The base price is 10,000 taels of gold. Each increase in price must not be less than 1,000 taels of gold. The auction begins!"

When Fan Jian heard this, he immediately whispered to the Saint.

"This little fat guy has a good way of doing business. We can cooperate with him for a long time. We can also ask him to help with things like buying food!"

The saint nodded and said.

"Listen to you! You also have a share in the sect!"

"I'll pay fifty thousand taels!"

While the two were talking, they heard a voice.

Everyone was suddenly surprised.

It doubled five times as soon as it came up. Is this thing really that powerful?

"Eighty thousand taels!"

"One hundred thousand taels!"

"One hundred and one hundred thousand taels!"

"Amitabha, the poor monk has given us 300,000 taels!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was shocked and looked at the bidder.

Fan Jian also looked around and saw a bald man in the front row with a shiny head, and couldn't help but smile.

"So it turns out that there is also a Buddhist sect in this world?"

The saint nodded and said.

"Buddhists often say that they can save all sentient beings. There are followers in every realm. It's just that we don't know if they are great virtuous monks or fake monks who only show their appearance!"

Fan Jian smiled immediately when he heard this, and couldn't help but mutter a few lyrics about the fake monk.

"Three hundred thousand taels of gold at a time!"

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!"

When the monk heard the shouting, he immediately glanced sideways and saw a young man looking at him with disdain. He immediately put his hands together and saluted.

"Three hundred and sixty thousand!"

Fan Jian immediately became excited when he saw the two people starting to bargain.

Then I couldn't help but become a little curious about the young man.

More than three hundred thousand taels of gold, even in this mortal world, is definitely a shocking amount of money.

The food and medicinal materials that Saint Gu brought back a few days ago were only worth more than two thousand taels of silver.

But judging from his appearance, he should be a wealthy man like Yuan Qingshou. This money may really be nothing to him.

"Three hundred and sixty thousand taels of gold, plus a sword that can be divided into gold and jade!"

The young man said, jumped up on the stage, took a sword from his waist and handed it over.

After hearing this, the steward took out his sword and looked at it carefully for a moment, then spoke.

"The Iron Sword Sect's handiwork, dividing gold and breaking jade is a bit exaggerated, but it is indeed a good sword. Count it at 80,000 taels!"

When the monk heard this, he immediately put his hands together and said.

"It turns out you are the young master of Iron Sword Sect. I can't afford that much money, monk. This elixir belongs to you!"

Fan Jian said with a smile.

"This is also a sword. It's really hilarious!"

Unexpectedly, the young master heard Fan Jian's words and immediately sneered.

"Which brother looks down on our Iron Sword Sect's weapons and dares to come on stage?"

Fan Jian was immediately happy when he heard this.

There are people who come to be beaten with a licking face. If I don't brush up my Little Submissive Value, I'll be sorry for his cheap heart!

"My wife, wait for a moment, I'll be back soon!"

Fan Jian shouted and jumped out.

The manager was almost shocked when he saw it, and hurriedly pulled the rich young man and said.

"Forget it..."

"What do you mean by forget? We, the Iron Sword Sect, have been studying weapons for hundreds of years, and no one has ever said that our weapons are so funny!"

The young man looked at Fan Jian coldly and said.

"Boy, today you either take out a better weapon than mine, or kneel down and apologize to this young master!"

"What else can you take! Let him apologize directly!"

"You dare to find fault with the Iron Sword Sect, you really don't want to live!"

"Being despised, Little Submissive Value +2153."

Fan Jian smiled immediately after hearing this, walked to the manager and stretched out his hand, and the manager immediately handed over the sword.

His attitude was extremely respectful.

Fan Jian stretched out his fingers and flicked them twice, shaking his head and said.

"What's the point of making a sword so fancy? It's just an embroidered pillow!"

"Arrogant!" The young man was immediately furious.

"You said my sword was an embroidered pillow, do you dare to take a sword?"

"Is one sword enough?" Fan Jian said as he handed the sword over with a smile.

"Do you want you to stab me twice more?"

"I'm so angry! I'm really angry! Manager! Whether this man is dead or alive, he belongs to me! If I don't stab him twice, I can't get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

The young man took the sword and raised his hand to stab Fan Jian in the chest.

There was no blood splashing as imagined.

Instead, there was a burst of sparks and a sword that lost its tip.

The young man looked at the tip of the sword in astonishment, which was two inches off, and said in astonishment.

"You... who are you?"

Fan Jian smiled and said, pointing to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other.

"Iron Man, Tony is a big bastard!"