When the sound fell, the monks looked in surprise and saw a man in a white cloak squeezing through the crowd and walking forward with a calm expression. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old monk who presided over the auction finally looked surprised, not because this pair of ornaments was finally bought, but because the buyer did not look like a monk, and it was still a face that he was not familiar with.

The unfamiliar face means that this is a new guest from the world, but the price of this pair of hairpins is as high as 2,000 spirit stones, and even some advanced monks do not have such a net worth, can this guest afford this price?

With a feeling of surprise, the old monk glanced at the person who was serving the plate next to him, and the latter took a small step back, leaving only the old man in front of Mo Jun, who had just walked up.

Mo Jun observed the auctioneer's face all the way, and it was not difficult to guess what the old man was thinking from the clues, so he took the first step and said: "I don't have the spirit stone here, do you accept bartering here?" ”

"I have sent someone to ask the seller of this pair of hairpins, and I believe that there will be an answer in a few moments." The old monk stroked his beard and said to Mo Jun, "Your Excellency doesn't seem to be one of my monks, and you are also interested in these objects?" ”

"My sister likes it." Hearing this, Mo Jun patted the head of his sister next to him, and the look of memory on Mo Ying's face dissipated, and he looked at the owner with the big hand on his head at a loss, as if he didn't understand why they were on the auction floor at this time.

After listening to Mo Jun's answer, the old monk let go of the doubts in his heart, and had a good impression of this junior who loved his family, so he took advantage of the seller's time when he did not reply to chat with Mo Jun, and the latter was also happy to have a channel to inquire about the news. After asking many questions back and forth, the old man suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile: "What is the object you used for exchange, you might as well take it out at this time for everyone to observe, old man, I can also estimate a fair price." ”

"That's exactly what I mean." Mo Jun nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then pretended to reach out to the depths of the cloak, but instead took out a piece of talisman paper from his personal space, and then carefully displayed it in front of the eyes of the old man and the onlookers.

The old man sighed lightly and took the rune paper from Mo Jun's hand, and the moment he got it, he felt that the thing in his hand seemed to be paper made of thin ice, and the whole body was cold but light as nothing. And if you look closely, the paper is full of faint blue and white colors, and it is painted with lifelike scattered snowflakes with unknown brushstrokes and techniques. The old man rubbed his eyes, and couldn't believe that he could draw this almost realistic snow scene by hand, so he looked again, but at this time, he saw that the snowflakes on the talisman paper seemed to be given life, and they were actually out of the world on the talisman and floated towards the old man who was staring at him.

A rough, calloused palm suddenly stretched out, separating the old man from the rune paper and blocking all the illusory snowflakes. Even so, the old monk still felt like a cold wind in front of him, and the experience just now seemed to be like a blizzard that had blown in the harsh winter of Sanjiu.

Mo Jun had already seen that although this old monk was familiar with the identification of magic weapons and elixirs, his strength was really low, so that just looking at the talisman in his hand was unbearable and persecuted, so he interfered with his appraisal of the talisman paper. It's just that after this change, the old man looked at the talisman in his palm and couldn't do anything, and he couldn't look at it, so he had to return it to Mo Jun with a wry smile.

"This rune paper is really extraordinary, and the majesty it exudes can make people feel a chill. Forgive the old man for his clumsiness, he really can't recognize the subtleties of the talisman, and I hope you will explain a thing or two. ”

Some of the monks with advanced Taoism saw the danger just now, and realized the preciousness of the talisman in Mo Jun's hand, so they discussed it around, and even all the onlookers became extremely curious. Because most of the monks who participated in the auction were cultivators, from small sects or without sects, it was a great fortune to be able to step into the threshold of cultivation, like this kind of talisman paper that can only be refined by large sects and families who have mastered the talisman making method, they have only heard of it from the mouths of others, and today they can see this rare item, and they immediately became disturbed, and some have even shouted for Mo Jun to use the talisman in his hand to see what kind of effect it can produce.

In the midst of the noise, someone trotted up to the old monk from the backstage of the store, whispered in his ear a few times, and then quickly retreated. The old man flicked his sleeves and said in a loud voice: "The seller has replied, saying that it is okay to barter, but you want to add five hundred spirit stones to the original price, what do you think?" ”

"Yes." Mo Jun raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect this seller to sit on the ground and start the price, but at this time, the seller's market couldn't help him, so he said: "The talisman in my hand is called [Ice Talisman-Scattered], and after being urged by spiritual power, it can unfold a magic enchantment with a range of ten meters. Enemies in the enchantment feel sluggish and invisibly reduce their reaction speed and even awareness, which is especially effective against enemies who are stronger than themselves. The barrier lasts for four hours, and you can kill the enemy and get out of trouble. ”

Then, Mo Jun turned around, looked at the old monk who was immersed in his words just now, and asked, "How many spirit stones can I use this talisman for?" ”

"This—" The old man woke up suddenly, but he was speechless, not knowing what to say. Because if Fu Zheng really has the power that Mo Jun said, based on his familiarity with the market, he is afraid that he will not be able to get a five-figure sky-high price. But at the moment, no one can prove the value of this rune paper, and if it is just a powerful counterfeit, then even he cannot afford to bear this responsibility. After thinking about it again, the old man simply put his mind down and kicked the trouble to Mo Jun.

"This rune treasure in the hands of the prince can be described as priceless, and it is not a problem to buy three or four pairs of this kind of ornament, but no one, including the old man, can confirm the authenticity of this rune paper. According to the rules of the auction house, we can't accept mortgages for this kind of goods, so can Childe have other magic weapons to exchange? ”

Looking at the old man's smile and the snake's face, Mo Jun was not angry in his heart, but slightly surprised - he took out this talisman paper itself with the meaning of temptation, but he didn't expect that the value of this talisman was far beyond his imagination. In this way, he was faced with two choices: one was to leave and find a famous character to come with him, which confirmed the value of the rune paper; The second is to use an identical talisman to prove the authenticity of the talisman paper in his hand - not to mention that Mo Jun only has one [Ice Talisman-Scattered] left in his hand at this time, even if he has it, he will not use this kind of prop that can turn the tide of the battle here.

"It's a pity that I only have this talisman in my hand that can be exchanged." Mo Jun sighed slightly in his heart, then shook his head, and said to the old man: "That's really a pity, it seems that I have to find another stall selling jewelry to appease my sister." ”

The old man stroked his beard, his face was also regretful, and he just wanted to say something, but from the crowd suddenly came a high voice, the voice was sharp and a little feminine, which made people frown when they heard it.

"Since the deal is not established, I will ask for the hairpin, and I will also buy the talisman together."

This person has a big breath. Mo Jun, along with the old man and the monks, looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a man in a precious silk robe walking slowly, the man's face was anxious, as if he had just heard the news of the auction and hurried over. Although he is wearing a tacky outfit, his clothes exude a strong aura, as if he was a magic weapon woven by secret methods.

This person had the grace and nobility of a child of a family, so that the monks on the way avoided one after another, so he walked up to the auction table with a reasonable look, stood opposite Mo Jun, and said with interest: "How much does your talisman cost, I bought it." ”

Mo Jun frowned, and after observing the appearance of the man in front of him, he saw that his face was ruddy, and his momentum was strong, and he could be regarded as having a not weak cultivation, unlike the kind of gentleman who was addicted to wine, so he had no intention of arguing with him, so he said: "This talisman is just in exchange for the pair of hairpins, so I have no choice but to make a move, if you exchange that pair of hairpins, it's okay, and the others will not be accompanied." ”

When the feminine man heard this, he smiled and said: "I have a useful hairpin, and it is inconvenient to cut love, but I am also interested in your talisman, why don't you sell me three thousand spirit stones?" ”

As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding monks were surprised, three thousand spirit stones were enough for them to buy a decent magic weapon, but in the hands of this feminine man, it was just a handy fortune to buy a talisman and a pair of hairpins. Compared to the others, Mo Jun didn't have any interest in this, and he didn't talk back to the feminine man, he pulled up Mo Ying and was about to leave here, but he stopped without taking two steps, and his face began to gradually turn cold.

Mo Jun looked at the feminine man who took a step out and stopped in front of him, and said indifferently: "What, you still want to buy and sell by force?" ”

The feminine man let out two uncomfortable chuckles, and said disdainfully: "Four thousand spirit stones, if you don't know how to lift them again, you will..."

The words stopped abruptly in the middle of the conversation, but Mo Jun had already come to him like a ghost, and the feminine man didn't even see Mo Jun's movements clearly before he felt his body light, only to find that he had been carried into the air. Mo Jun looked at the feminine man with an unbelievable face, and said coldly, "What's it?" ”

"Just—" The feminine man felt a suffocating horror from the hand that grabbed his neck like an iron pincer, and only then did he realize what was going on. However, he did not show the slightest fear, but said extremely calmly: "Give you three breaths to put me down, if you don't comply, just..."

But Mo Jun didn't wait for him to finish again, he directly used his hand, and the white frost covered the entire right arm in an instant, reflecting him as terrifying as a ghost fire. The surrounding monks didn't think that Mo Jun would dare to do it on the street, and after being stunned for a moment, they scattered in surprise, and immediately made the already congested road chaotic.

"Are you crazy?! Do you dare to make trouble under the noses of Confucian immortals?! ”

The feminine man finally couldn't suppress his emotions at this time, and said in horror: "I am a disciple of Haoran Sect!" It's a direct family member of the Nangong family in Dugu City, if you move me to a penny, you will..."

The white frost did not linger in the slightest to wrap around the feminine man's body, binding him like a cannibal python. The biting chill continued to erode the feminine man's body, and he was horrified to realize that the white flame was not a virtual object, but pressed towards him like a substance. The heavy pressure invaded the body with a suffocating chill, and even if the spiritual power was running to the limit, it could only support it so hard not to penetrate into the internal organs.

"No wonder Tu Yi likes to catch people like this, it turns out that bullying people with force is so refreshing." Mo Jun sneered twice in his heart, and was just about to stop and give this unknown family disciple a step down, but there was a pinprick-like stinging pain in his hand, forcing Mo Jun to subconsciously let go of his palm. Then there was a whisper with a sigh from the side.

"Alright, let him go."