I'm afraid of myself

There are crowds of people crowded together, and looking down from the second floor of the entrance, you can almost see the characteristics of monks in the whole southern region.

A sword cultivator dressed in a retro style, holding a sword in his hand instead of putting it in his body like a monk from Zhongzhou.

Wearing animal skin, Quan Xiu's bronze-colored muscles looked full of strength, and the circle of animal teeth around his neck was probably part of some ancient mythical beast.

The body cultivator in a cloak, the tall figure but the wide hands of the boxing cultivator, all kinds of monks squeezed into this big venue, but even though the area is really big, due to the large number of people, it still gives people a feeling Congestion.

He Jinyang looked at it with great interest for a while, and then the wind grabbed his arm and walked forward.

Feng Fuxi: "Let's go to the private room, if we stay here any longer, Mr. Leng Bai will start killing people."

He Jinyang took advantage of the situation and found that Leng Baijun's complexion was indeed not good. His already fair complexion was almost transparent, with a faint blue color emerging.

Leng Baijun noticed that he was looking at him, looking at him and struggling to squeeze out two words.

"very noisy."

He Jinyang: "..."

Understood, private room, right?go go go go go!

After paying enough expenses, the four of them finally climbed to the third floor, which only distinguished guests could go up to.

There are few people on the third floor, and it can be said to be quiet compared to the noise of the two floors below.

In addition to the necessary soundproof circle, various protections are also indispensable. This is a necessary space for personal privacy, because many "guests" who come to auction things do not want their identities to be known.

He Jinyang and the others are now appearing as "visited guests who don't want to be known". They huddle together in a room very naturally, and learn about the off-site auction through the white jade plate placed on the table.

Since they didn't come early, the store has been busy for a while. At this time, the first floor is bustling with people coming and going, and the second floor is in full swing. If it weren't for the silent magic circle, it is estimated that even on the third floor, the monks on the two floors below could still hear the chatter. Tongue discussion.

When Feng Chuixi and the others came up, they listened to what they were talking about, and then when the new auction item appeared, the topic would change again. This pattern also made them hold everyone who came here Start to know what purpose you have.

Several people sat down separately, and the wind couldn't stop turning on the yin and yang fans and waving them.

"How? Do you have any money?"

He Jinyang was silent.

His little property is indeed a rich man, but there is still no way to spend a lot of money at the auction.

As the intermediary who personally helped He Jinyang exchange ice-cold stones at the beginning, Fengfeng Xiliang said coolly: "It seems that I can only rely on me." After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhong Litai, "At what price does the order of mountains and seas usually end at?"

Zhong Litai heard the words, thought for a while and said: "Every time is different, there are 500 million middle-grade spirit stones sold, and three top-grade spirit stones are sold, what's more, they need top-grade spirit weapons in exchange. "

"In other words, does it still depend on the situation at the scene?"

The wind is blowing in the west, and now there is a big gap in the uncontrollable.

He Jinyang rested his chin and looked at the scene inside the Baiyu Terrace. He didn't say anything for a while, and no one said anything to him, because everyone else was the same as him.

The silence of silence, the emptiness of emptiness, the real callers are only He Jinyang and the wind blowing west.

Items in the auction house go up and down very quickly, and after a while, rare spiritual artifacts will be sent up and then auctioned off by the monks they want. Sometimes there will be competitions on the same stage, but most of these occasions are the spiritual artifacts in someone's pocket. It will end when there are not enough stones, and malicious bidding will not happen. This is the trusted side of Zhengliuhui.

Unlike those monks who came to watch the excitement or simply had a goal, He Jinyang and his group of four were almost like the crowd eating melons most of the time. Leng Baijun closed his eyes to rest his mind, Zhong Litai only spoke when necessary, and he and the wind blowing to the west The atmosphere is still a bit weird until now.

Among the remaining people who are interested in watching the auction, Feng Chuixi and He Jinyang are the only ones, but Feng Chuixi pays attention to whose hands everything falls into, and uses this to judge the current strength of the Southern Territory. In short, it is very Worry about the country and the people.

He Jinyang was the only one in the room who was not doing his business and concentrated on watching the auction. When he stopped his eyes on the spiritual objects or magical artifacts that he was interested in, he behaved as if he had come to play.

After a while, another spiritual item on the stage got a buyer, and it took a long time for the new auction item to be pushed up with a two-meter-long cage.

He Jinyang looked intently subconsciously, and through the gap in the special cage, he could see a pitch-black spirit bird lying inside, its long feather tail dragging on the ground, its wings were closed due to the narrow space, and its back and two wings were burnt. There are bloodstains under the black feathers, revealing the unhealed flesh and blood.

"This is a spirit bird I picked up from the coast. Although I don't know what kind of blood it has, it has been identified as a five-level bird. If the injury recovers, it can reach the seventh level!"

The seventh level of a spirit beast is equivalent to the Pillar Realm of human cultivation, and how strong it is depends on what kind of innate magical powers the spirit bird has, but even so, a seventh level spirit beast is already attractive enough.

Just as it is difficult for human beings to break through the realm of pillars, there are also a small number of spirit beasts who have reached the seventh level.

There were monks on the spot who wanted to take it down regardless of the bird's ugliness and bid price, which was very obvious.

Of course, Feng Chuixi also saw this bird, but the bird was too featureless, except that it was larger than many ornamental birds.It looked no different from the strange beasts used for cooking in the book of strange beasts.

"If it wasn't for its high grade, no one would want this bird in the wild."

He gave a fair assessment.

Think about those sparrows and spirit beasts used for transportation or gatekeeping in the cultivation world, which one is not long and beautiful?At least take it out to bluff people.

Many monks' minimum requirements for mounts are to step on the ground, all things will spring, sing songs and sing, and golden lotuses will bloom.

It's not that he likes to be flashy, but that everyone has a love of beauty, so what Feng Chuxi said is really not wrong.

He Jinyang held an unusual opinion on this, and he had a strange feeling when he saw this bird.

The slender and smooth body is actually full of strength, and the injuries and darkness conceal its beauty, but the elongated tail feathers and feathers on the top of the head, if you look at it for a long time, you can see a strange red light from them, the red light is like a crescent moon, and Like a magnificent gem, it is particularly exciting.

For a moment, he even thought of taking a picture of it.

The number of on-site auctions is not high. Although they are excited about its grade, many people still want to wait for the spiritual weapon or the high-quality medicine and spiritual plant that will appear later.There is not much demand for such shapeless spirit beasts, and only some female monks like them, and the female monks like those cute spirit rabbits or colorful deer, and dark ugly birds are generally not welcomed.

Under He Jinyang's gaze, the bird lying in the cage kept its eyes closed, and its expression didn't change even if it was shouting at it from outside. There was an inexplicable arrogance that didn't take them seriously.

When the last person quoted the price and the spirit bird was about to have an owner, He Jinyang actually felt a pity that such a precious bird would lose its freedom from now on and become a mount for people to drive.Self-esteem, pride, no matter how difficult it is to use it on oneself, that body full of strength will eventually become a joke.

"What a pity."

He Jinyang couldn't help but speak out.

The spirit bird, whose eyes had been closed all the time, opened his eyes at this moment. His blood-red eyes were full of breathtaking majesty, piercing through all the protection of He Jinyang's private room, and crashing into He Jinyang's eyes calmly.

Through the video platform provided by the white jade plate, He Jinyang met the eyes of the spirit bird for the first time, and the shock of the moment was no less than the first time he felt the power beyond human power in the cultivation world.

The eyes of the spirit bird seemed to be flowing with blood-colored brilliance. After the initial shock, the breathtaking majesty gradually subsided, and finally, it lowered its head like a mortal bird.

It's kind of pathetic.

He Jinyang said such a sentence in his heart, and then silently made the sound of bidding.

The eye contact just now was only in the blink of an eye, and almost everyone in the auction didn't notice anything wrong.

So the voice that came from the last auctioneer was the bid from He Jinyang's box.

Unsurprisingly, the final ownership of the spirit bird is He Jinyang.

Exhaling, He Jinyang thought, fortunately no one has spoiled such a proud bird, and then he turned his head and looked at Shangfeng with meaningful eyes.

Feng Fuxi: "I didn't expect you to have such a taste."

He Jinyang: "... Get lost."

Feng Chuixi shrugged: "Okay, but who will shoot the Mountain and Sea Order if I get lost?"

He Jinyang said coolly: "It's as if you have enough spirit stones."

The wind blows Spanish, and to put it bluntly, they are still here thanks to Zhongli's family's support, and no one wants to bring money to participate in the auction.

However, Feng Chuxi is also a bachelor, and upon hearing this, he tugs on Leng Baijun's sleeves with his eyes closed and meditating, "It's okay, I'll sell Lao Bai's Gu Luo Sword at that time, it's a top-quality spiritual weapon, more than enough to win the Mountain and Sea Order."

Mr. Leng Bai was caught unprepared, and pulled back his sleeves expressionlessly.

"Use your own Liangyi fan."

The Yin-Yang Liangyi Fan, although it does not show mountains or dews, it is also a rare top-grade spiritual weapon.

The positive side is yin, the reverse side is yang, and the combination of yin and yang creates two forms.

If Feng Chuixi sells it, he won't have to worry about running out of spirit stones.

He Jinyang yelled after hearing the words: "Very good, I will sell the fan when the time comes, and I will give you a wind blowing west as a gift."

Feng Chuixi thought about it carefully, and then made an extremely narcissistic gesture.

"Oh, when the time comes, I will find a handsome buyer for me, and I won't accept an ugly one."

"puff!"

The six eyes of the three of them looked at the sprayed person in unison.

Zhong Litai was coughing non-stop, and the look in his eyes towards the wind was indescribable.

For a while, Feng Chuixi felt uncomfortable.