Yang Xianmao originally wanted to pay for the second-grade magic weapon flying sword by himself, but the auction house has rules, and the auction house cannot buy the lot of its own auction house by itself or entrust others to buy it, unless the auction is lost, and then negotiate the price to buy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The auction is about to begin, and all those who can enter the auction must pay a deposit of one hundred taels of silver, and if they do not want it after the auction, the deposit is non-refundable. This is the rule of the auction house. If you don't get anything bought, the deposit will be refunded to you.

There were only about twenty or thirty people who could afford to pay the hundred taels of silver and were interested in auctioning these lots, and only the front rows of the huge auction house were full. No other unrelated person is allowed to enter the auction house, and can only be lively outside.

At noon, the auction officially begins.

Yang Xianmao thanked the guests, and then went straight to the point, holding out the ten third-grade immortal-level vitality pills in the box.

Yang Xianmao put it on the platform, and the people below could come to the stage to watch, but they could not touch it. A few of these people stepped forward to take a closer look, and when they saw it, they couldn't help but show surprise on their faces.

One of the old men said to Yang Xianmao: "Young Master Yang, the old man has something to say. ”

"Sir, please. ”

"To tell you the truth, I'm an alchemist, but I can't refine a third-grade immortal-level vitality pill yet. But I don't know who refined this Yuan Qi Pill?"

Of course, Yang Xianmao wouldn't say it, so he just smiled and said, "The auction will start soon." ”

Yang Xianmao's ten pills are ready to be auctioned one by one, because buying a whole ten pills at a time is not yet up to many people, but it is possible to buy one or two.

Yang Xianmao took out the first third-grade immortal-level vitality pill. The reserve price is two hundred taels of silver. Ten taels per increase.

As a result, the price soon soared to four hundred and fifty taels of silver. Subsequently, there are not many people who increase the price further, mainly concentrated in the three customers, taking turns to add up, when it is added to six hundred and thirty taels, a black-robed and masked old man in the back field directly called seven hundred taels, and the highest price of the three-grade immortal-level vitality pill on the market is generally six hundred taels of silver, and the auction price of seven hundred taels has obviously exceeded the highest price, if it is not a fool or an urgent need for this thing, it will generally not come out at such a high price. So the last bidder glanced at the black-robed masked old man hatefully, shook his head and didn't add any more.

Yang Xianmao's eyes were straight, this third-grade immortal-level vitality pill was actually sold for seven hundred taels, which was one hundred taels more than the price that Lord Luo bought at that time. This is a fortune.

Yang Xianmao was auctioning the second piece, and when it was six hundred taels, the black-robed masked old man bid seven hundred taels again and bought this one.

There was almost no suspense in the back, but once the price increase was increased to six hundred taels, the old man directly offered seven hundred taels, and all the third-grade immortal-level vitality pills were bought by the old man at the price of seven hundred taels each.

Subsequently, it was the second-grade magic weapon flying sword that the middle-aged scholar entrusted for auction.

At the same time as the auction of the elixir, in the VIP room of the auction house. The middle-aged scholar handed the box containing the magic weapon flying knife to Yang Xianmao. Yang Xianmao opened the box and looked at it, it was the two flying knives, and the mind probe was also full of vitality, nodded at the moment, and was about to close the lid, suddenly, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

He immediately probed with his mind again, and found that although the magic weapon was full of vitality, he always felt that something was wrong.

So, he tentatively injected a wisp of soul-searching Xuanyin True Fire into the inside of the magic weapon, and immediately found that the vitality inside the magic weapon had actually been depleted, which meant that this magic weapon was actually just a waste product with exhausted vitality!

The magic weapon is made of materials containing vitality, and every time the magic weapon is used, some of the vitality on it will be consumed, and when all the vitality is consumed, the magic weapon can no longer produce a spell effect, and it will become a waste product.

When Yang Xianmao checked it with his mind before, he found that this magic weapon did indeed have a strong flow of vitality. And the rich vitality shown on the surface of the vitality is obviously that there are strong people who smear the vitality on the surface, showing the rich vitality, but in fact it is just giving people an illusion.

Yang Xianmao looked at the middle-aged scholar who was smiling at him, and said, "How many times can you use this magic weapon?"

"It's the latest build, and it's okay to use it hundreds of times. ”

Yang Xianmao smiled, suddenly smiled, and said coldly: "You'd better confess truthfully, did Han Feiping ape ask you to make trouble?"

The scholar was slightly stunned, took a step back and said, "What do you mean by that?"

Yang Xianmao suddenly reached out his left hand and grabbed him.

The scholar snorted coldly, and a bright yellow aura suddenly lingered in his fist, and he punched towards Yang Xianmao's left hand.

Yellow powerhouse! And the rank is one level higher than Yang Xianmao. But Yang Xianmao did not flinch in the slightest from this grasp.

The fists and palms intersected, and there was no sound, and Yang Xianmao had already firmly clenched the opponent's fist. The punch felt like it was in the air.

Yang Xianmao's left palm searched for the soul of Xuanyin True Fire continued to enter, and the blood veins of the middle-aged scholar's right arm suddenly froze into ice. And this kind of cold ice quickly swam towards the other party's heart, like a poisonous snake, the middle-aged scholar was so frightened that his soul flew away, and he hurriedly wanted to use his luck to resist, but under the attack of Yang Xianmao's Xuanyin True Fire, the scholar's body vitality defense was not enough to block the Xuanyin cold qi, and it attacked his heart all the way, surrounding the heart heavily, but it did not invade, because once he captured his heart, his heart would stop beating and die.

But the middle-aged scholar already felt that his heart was in danger, and the cold current wrapped the whole heart, and the heart was in danger of stopping at any time, so he couldn't help but be frightened, and stammered: "Young master, spare your life!"

Yang Xianmao said word by word: "Who the hell are you? Did Han Feiping ape send you?"

"Yes, I am a disciple of Han Feihong's younger brother Han Feihong, my uncle Han Feiyu and Master asked me to hand over these two second-grade magic weapon flying swords to you for auction, the vitality in this can only be used once, I have already used it when it was displayed that day, but the magic weapon was wrapped by my master with vitality, he is a refiner, he knows how to make the magic weapon look full of vitality, in fact, it is already a waste product, and ordinary people can't feel that the vitality is exhausted. At the auction, my master will expose it to your face, saying that your auction house sells waste magic weapons as good goods, defrauding people of money, and ruining the reputation of your auction house. ”

"Who is your master?"

"It's the black-robed old man sitting at the back. ”

The auction was handled by a professional auctioneer hired by Yang Xianmao, but Yang Xianmao had been observing the situation on the back court, so he knew that this guy had been buying the Yuanqi Pill they auctioned, but he didn't expect it to be Han Feihong, the younger brother of Han Feiqi of the Han family, who came to make trouble.

Yang Xianmao couldn't imagine that the Han family would be so vicious that he lost his mind for a while. Seeing that there was an opportunity, the scholar suddenly slapped Yang Xianmao's lower abdomen with a palm.

Yang Xianmao's eyes flashed with coldness, and the Xuanyin True Fire in his palm instantly froze the middle-aged scholar's heart into ice, and then shattered into ice slag, and quickly spread all over his body.

The middle-aged scholar's body shook suddenly, his palm froze half a foot away from Yang Xianmao's lower abdomen, and then his body fell heavily to the ground, and he died motionless, and his whole face turned blue.

There was no one else in the VIP room. Yang Xianmao threw the scholar's body under the wide, long case, so that if he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't find it for a while.

Yang Xianmao looked at the box and thought for a moment, just now he used Xuanyin True Fire Energy to inject the inside of the magic weapon to probe, if he used the Xuanyin True Fire to wrap the vitality and then inject it into it, I don't know if he can make the magic weapon full of vitality again?

Yang Xianmao decided to give it a try.

He immediately sat down cross-legged, wrapped the dantian vitality with the Xuanyin True Fire in his body, and then injected it into the magic weapon, and then probed it with his mind, and found that the magic weapon really retained the vitality he had just injected. I can't help but be overjoyed,

He immediately used his mind to control the magic weapon flying sword, and the flying sword really rose into the air, and according to Yang Xianmao's idea command, he directly cut off a brush hanging on the pen stand on the table with one sword.

It worked!

This Xuanyin True Fire can wrap the vitality and send it into the magic weapon, infiltrating the inside of the heavenly and earthly treasure materials that create the magic weapon, which others can't do, and it is useless to forcibly inject it with the vitality.

Yang Xianmao was overjoyed, and immediately used his mind to probe again, and found that there was only a small part of the vitality in the magic weapon, which was not too full. He immediately used the Xuanyin True Fire again, including the Yuan Qi in his body, and injected it into the magic weapon until the Yuan Qi in his body was exhausted. However, the vitality in the magic weapon still did not reach the level of the original detection.

Yang Xianmao immediately took out a third-grade immortal-level vitality pill and swallowed it, refining the medicinal power, and soon the dantian was full of vitality again.

Yang Xianmao once again wrapped the vitality with the Xuanyin True Fire and injected it into the magic weapon flying sword, and finally filled the flying sword magic weapon with vitality. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, the ten Yuan Qi Pills in front had already been auctioned off, and they were all bought by the black-robed old man, Han Feihong.

It's the turn of the second-grade magic weapon flying sword auction.

Yang Xianmao handed over the artifact to the auctioneer. The auctioneer's face was full of spring breeze, and he came to the table under the gaze of everyone, and said, "This is a second-grade magic weapon flying sword. Able to attack and defend in the air according to the mind control of the person who casts him. The price is 1,000 taels of silver! ”

Out of nowhere, a voice shouted, "How many times can this thing be used, and how much energy is in it?"

"The connoisseurs hired by our auction house have already tested that this magic weapon is very full of vitality and can be used at least a hundred times. ”

Han Feihong, a black-robed masked old man sitting in the back row, showed a smug sneer on his cheeks under his scarf.

The auction price skyrocketed, soon exceeding 10,000 taels of silver. After all, although this magic weapon is only a second-grade weapon, it can be reused. So these people are not sparing blood to buy locally. When the price reached 17,000 taels, no one bid anymore, and as a result, this second-grade magic weapon flying sword was very proudly photographed by a thin old man.

The auctioneer announced: "The auction is over, please ask the two who have won the lot to go to the backstage to deliver the money and goods and go through the delivery procedures." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Feihong, the black-clothed masked old man sitting in the back row, suddenly stood up and said in a loud voice: "This magic weapon can really be used more than a hundred times? I'm afraid it's a lie, right? I think this magic weapon is a waste product at all! I can't use it once!"