For a while, Lin Jingyun and Chu Yunxing were quite regretful.

If he had known this, he shouldn't have been so impulsive in the first place, and he shouldn't have completely torn his face with Huang Quan.

So much so that now, I don't know how to trade at all.

Obviously, he was very greedy for the pill, but he didn't know how to open his mouth at all.

Harmony makes money.

This is the essence of the Treasure Pavilion.

If there is a random conflict, then it is a fart.

"Xuanyue Fairy, don't go too far, you've cut off your beard once before, do you want to come again this time?" Ling Tian was a little dissatisfied.

Huang Quan smiled slightly, but he didn't care: "This pill, take it out and auction it." ”

"It's only at the auction house that you can understand the true price of this kind of thing, isn't it? After all, this pill hasn't appeared for many years, hasn't it?" Huang Quan said.

Xuan Yue sighed slightly, her face a little lost.

In fact, Xuan Yue was indeed a little cautious just now, once this marrow cleansing pill flowed into the auction house, at that time, the number of competitors would increase exponentially.

At that time, no one dares to imagine what kind of price it will reach.

But what exactly does Huang Quan mean by this?

Want to understand the real price, that is, the two remaining marrow cleansing pills on Huang Quan's body are also ready to sell?

This point made Xuan Yue's eyes suddenly flash a flash of fine light, and he secretly wrote it down.

The items used for the auction had already been left here, and after registering them, Huang Quan stood up and prepared to leave.

But at this moment, Huang Quan felt something in his pocket and suddenly moved.

The body paused slightly.

"Little friend, what else is going on?" Ling Tian asked.

Huang Quan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked behind Ling Tian.

Just behind Ling Tian, there were rows of shelves carved from special white jade, and on each shelf, there was an item placed on it.

Precious materials, ores, magic weapons, all kinds of things.

On top of each thing, there was a small magic circle shrouded in light, and the light flickered, and it looked very dazzling.

His gaze swept over the things.

"Senior, dare to ask those things......" Pointing to the shelf, Huang Quan asked.

"Oh, what you said about this, this is today's auction item, some Daoists, send me the things you don't need to be appraised here, and prepare to wait until the evening auction, what's the matter, is Xiaoyou interested in something?" Ling Tian asked.

Huang Quan nodded: "Can you sell it to me now?"

Ling Tian's face was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid this won't work." ”

"These things are all sent by other monks for auction, and people may not accept private transactions, and we can't break the rules. Ling Tian said.

"Well, forget it. Huang Quan was also free and easy, and did not get too entangled, and left the auction house directly.

Just as he was leaving, Huang Quan could still feel that some people behind him were looking at him, and the smell in his eyes was also different.

After walking out of the auction, Huang Quan did not wander around, but walked straight to the rear.

According to Shui Ling, in these places, each attic has a special member who is responsible for guarding.

"Senior, what do you need?" Sure enough, when I arrived at the door of a loft that looked quite luxurious, I immediately saw a doorman.

When he saw Huang Quan, the doorman immediately bowed deeply and asked politely.

This doorman is also a monk in the Qi refining period.

"Open a room for me. ”

"Upper class, one hundred spirit stones a day, ...... lower class"

"Prepare me for three days. Huang Quan casually threw over a high-grade spirit stone and said directly.

Ninety-seven medium-grade spirit stones were recovered, and Huang Quan took the door number and found the room on the top floor.

Pushed open the door and walked inside.

Lips couldn't help twitching slightly, your sister, is this the upper class?

Are you sure, it's not a broken grass hut?

It's just a wooden room, and there's only a hardwood bed in it, and nothing else, and it's embarrassing to call it a room at this level?

This place, what a pit daddy.

I don't know what the inferior room will look like, should it leak wind and rain?

But soon, Huang Quan understood where the superior of the superior room was, there was a formation in the room, which could isolate the sound, and even if the other people swept over with their divine sense, they would not be able to detect anything.

Moreover, the aura in the room seems to be even richer than the outside world, which may be the benefit of the so-called superior room, right?

Reiki and the like, it doesn't matter to Huang Quan.

However, that formation is not bad, isolating the prying eyes of the outside world, so that Huang Quan can do something that he doesn't want to be discovered by others.

Pursing his lips, Huang Quan grabbed the little fox out of his pocket.

When he came, the little fox got into his pocket, and along the way, the little fox behaved quite honestly, but when he left, the little fox suddenly moved, and Huang Quan could feel that the little fox's attention seemed to be on the shelf behind him, so Huang Quan asked about it just now.

If it can be bought and sold privately, Huang Quan will buy what the little fox likes.

Although it is possible to force a bid just now, as long as the price given is high enough, there is no deal that cannot be reached, but in that case, it will be too public, and Huangquan does not want to do that.

"What do you like?" asked Huang Quan, turning to the little fox.

The little fox didn't seem to be able to speak, but raised his head to look at Huang Quan, whining in his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but Huang Quan couldn't understand the meaning of the little fox's words.

What he says, the little fox can understand, but if he doesn't use the beast language, then there is no way.

"Forget it, we'll know when it's time for the auction, and you can remind me when the time comes. ”

The little fox's body had become larger, and Huang Quan's fingers stroked down the soft hair on the little fox's body.

The pure white hair is smooth as satin, and the touch under the palm of the hand is very good.

The little fox also seemed to feel very comfortable, adjusted its posture in Huang Quan's arms, and whined softly.

Looking through the window, peeking out of the picture.

This is the seventh floor, and at this height, you can see almost everything above the street.

And the people outside, cut off by the magic circle, can't see inside at all.

The streets are full of cultivators, how many are there?

Dozens of kilometers of streets.

Monsters, humans, ghosts.

All that exists, all of them coexist peacefully here.

But how long can this peaceful picture last?

It is only in this special place that this false peace can appear.

Once you leave here, it may be a bloody massacre, in order to compete for some treasures that have long been eyed, bloody storms cannot be avoided at all.

The number of cultivators I saw in the Treasure Pavilion alone was not known how many thousands, right?

Perhaps, the data that Gongsun Ying and those people know should be updated.

Among so many cultivators, I don't know how many are in the Jindan stage, and how many are the big guys in the Yuan Infant stage?

Just today, I saw three ......

The strength of the cultivator's side seems to be stronger than he imagined.

But it doesn't have much to do with me.

It's a nice room, it's still noon, and the auction won't start until late at night.

There is still some time to go to waste.

Huang Quan sat cross-legged, and a small bottle appeared in his hand, containing a drop of ice dragon blood.

"When it's night, remember to call me. Saying a word to the little fox, Huang Quan closed his eyes.

As for the little fox, he nodded slightly and guarded the door.

After the strength reaches the current realm, the speed of absorbing the blood of the ice dragon is much faster, but the blood of the ice dragon, although it can still bring a great improvement to itself, is far less obvious than before.

If the dragon's blood can be refined into an elixir, the effect will naturally be better, but Huangquan will not be able to refine the pill.

If only I had the opportunity to learn the techniques of alchemy from the old gentleman.

With some strange calculations in his heart, Huang Quan completely settled down and entered the cultivation.