Looking at the surprised eyes of everyone around him, the man in white was very comfortable in his heart, and he also had a feeling of raising his eyebrows. I really haven't seen the world, and my eyes can't help revealing contempt and disdain.

"Amitabha, five hundred and twelve old medicines. However, this guy hasn't been proud for long, Monk Lichen folded his hands, dreamed of bidding loudly, and held up the number plate, all of which were full of compassion.

Lichen looked at the man in white, and the words sounded: "Donor, in terms of medicinal power alone, the value of a treasure medicine is more than a hundred old medicines (that is). However, this is an auction, and the treasure medicine is equivalent to a hundred old medicines (right), so the donor should think about it (the rules can't be messed with)?"

The unique echo resounded through the hall, and the man in white listened to it with a twitch of his face. The fat dragon and the thin tiger are even more grinning, and the rhythm of patents being robbed.

"Hahaha, of course I've thought about it, the treasure medicine is equivalent to a hundred elixirs. The treasures are virtuous, and they also want to join in the fun. The man in white looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and he was determined to win the soul tree leaves.

"Of course, since Mr. is interested in bidding, he can. At this time, the voice of the auction house manager resounded throughout the audience. But he touched the door of the hall without a trace, and he didn't know what he was doing.

"Five hundred and fifteen old medicines, how can you be allowed to be rampant?" Before Manager Wu's words fell, Daoist Yun Zhen immediately held up the number plate, and the bidding roar was like thunder.

Squinted at the man in white behind him, his eyes showed contempt and disdain. The dust in his hand was thrown around, as if he wanted to sweep this guy to death, and with the uninhibited appearance at this time, the momentum was amazing.

The man in white is not a good stubble, and when he feels Yun Zhen's malice, he will not have a good face, and his squint looks like looking at a stupid hat.

The Dao Chief's yelling this time not only did not cause many white eyes around him, but was secretly applauded by many people, and he knew it by looking at the relieved expression on his face.

After all, the man in white is bold and dares to fool everyone, his motives are impure, and his behavior is wrong, which arouses everyone's envy. It can be said that this fang crosses the street, everyone shouts and beats, and anyone can get the baby, but this guy can't.

However, there are a lot of elixirs needed in the back, and few people really can take them out. Yun Zhen's old way is still strong, and he is coaxing, but he is expected by everyone, and he has become a pawn, that is, cannon fodder.

Yun Zhen Dao Chang is not stupid, he glanced at everyone's expressions, and knew that he was regarded as a vanguard, but this guy had the best face, as if he didn't realize it. In my heart, I am even more proud, and the critical moment is not the poor road, this is the so-called carrying handle in the world.

Everyone thought about it, but it was only for a moment.

"Five hundred and sixteen old medicines. Hehe, the treasure is in front, how can you not fight?" Shui Lingyun raised the number plate with a smile, his words were indifferent but firm, and he was unwilling to give up easily.

"Amitabha. One treasure medicine plus four hundred and seventeen old medicines. Monk Lichen clasped his hands together, and the two junior disciples waved their flags and shouted.

He turned his eyes to Shui Lingyun and said with a smile: "Hehe, Brother Shui is very right, the poor monk is very interested in this lot, and he will not give up easily." ”

When everyone heard that it was another treasure medicine, they immediately felt that the three monks were really wealthy, and they had spare strength before.

Listening to the addition of old medicines, the man in white was still very disdainful in his heart. Hearing what the master said, his eyes couldn't help narrowing, and his face full of disdain instantly dissipated, and he became vigilant, it seems that this monk is the real enemy.

"One precious medicine plus four hundred and twenty old medicines. I wanted to think about it, but the movement was not slow, the bidding sounded, and the number plate was held high. Looking at Yun Zhen Lao Dao is like looking at a hillbilly, full of provocations.

"Bastard. "Yun Zhendao is such a small-bellied chicken intestine, for the sake of a little skin can tell the sky to break, how can he allow others to provoke like this. scolded in a low voice, turned his eyes to look at his uncle, and saw him nodding.

"One treasure medicine plus four hundred and twenty-five old medicines. Yun Zhen Dao Chang shook the dust with his left hand, and the number plate in his right hand was swinging high, roaring like thunder, spitting was flying, and he looked at the man in white, his face was hideous, and there was a kind of battle. The man in white couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and his face was a little gloomy.

Hearing that it was another treasure medicine, many martial artists were mentally prepared this time, and they didn't feel surprised, they just felt that the show had just begun. The one who can support this is the one who is the broadest of the broad.

Shui Lingyun is very fond of the lot, and is just about to open the bidding. When he looked at the auction table, he saw that the second stunned man was also looking at him, still grinning, shaking his head, and his eyes were wandering.

From time to time, he looked at the dust monk on the adjacent table, and squinted at the man in white behind him, and swept the smiling auctioneer out of the corner of his eye.

The old man has lived for more than 150 years, that is a person who has become old and fine, seeing this scene, he understands it, the master is really trusting, to be precise, it was not before, the man in white just killed it.

Now that he understands, although he feels a little sorry in his heart, the old man is not stupid, and he will not be stupid. The bidding to the mouth immediately turned into a sigh, and the number plate was flipped over, which was considered a defeat. I couldn't see the rest of the three evils in my heart.

It happened in the blink of an eye, and everyone around them didn't notice it.

"Hmph, one treasure medicine plus thirty old medicines. "The man in white has the soul of the leaves, and he is even more arrogant, how can he be afraid of the filthy Taoist priest?" snorted coldly, and the loud bidding sound resounded through the hall.

"One treasure medicine plus four hundred and forty old medicines. Amitabha, the old man is not powerful, is he a poor monk without a family background? Monk Lichen clasped his hands together and his mouth trembled.

The dream monk yelled at the bidding, and when he opened his mouth, it was ten old medicines, and the voice of the man in white was suppressed. The monk held up the number plate and poked it to the ceiling.

The three monks all have fierce eyes in their eyes, their faces are full of ruthlessness, and they are determined to get the lot, where is this a monk, it is clearly a bandit. The warriors around him sighed.

Shui Lingyun looked at the three monks, smiled meaningfully, and sighed even more in his heart, the master was really a trust. Take the old medicine seriously.

"One treasure medicine plus fifty old medicines, the monk Hugh will be rampant. Yun Zhendao shook the dust, held the number plate high, looked at the dust, and his face was full of disbesieving.

"One treasure medicine plus sixty old medicines. The man in white followed.

"Amitabha. A Treasure Pill Plus ......"

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At this time, although there were only three people left on the field, they were all big guys with unusually solid family backgrounds. And they are all determined to get the soul tree leaves.

No one will stop lightly, and directly lift ten old medicines up. The man in white roared loudly when bidding, and the white robe fluttered, so coquettish.

Daoist Yunzhen is even more sonic in the hall, dusty and chaotic, and Taoist robes are swinging around.

Of course, it is still the three people who belong to the dust who are the most terrifying, with the largest number of people and the loudest voices, but this is really a support.

Ten old medicines is not a small number, the three of them compete for only two or three rounds, and the man in white has a mysterious origin, and he actually shouted out a second strain of treasure medicine.

Yun Zhendao was not to be outdone, and was about to follow the price. But he was stopped by his uncle, and the number plate was flipped, which was considered to be an exit.

Without Yun Zhendao, the competition between the two in the field is even more intense, you come and go, red faces, red ears, the three monks roll up their sleeves as if they are going to fight, the man in white is not afraid, you will come if there is a stalk on the neck.

No one was convinced, and the sound of bidding in the hall was endless. However, the brothers came to do it on the orders of their own boss, and this is what the three masters are best at, and they can't make it true.

"Three precious herbs plus four hundred and ninety old medicines. The man in white roared in a low voice, looked at the three monks with unkind eyes, and his face showed fierceness. There is still a little bit of flesh pain, and it seems that it is not easy for this guy.

Hearing nearly 800 old medicines, the surrounding warriors were already surprised.

For the three brothers of the dust master, it can be said that the bottoms of the other party's pit are gone. Immediately, make eye contact.

Soon, the faces of the three lacking virtues showed frustration, as if the elixir was not enough, and they reluctantly looked at the soul tree leaves, sighed and gave up helplessly. Looking at the expressions of the dead monks on his face, it didn't seem to be fake. Even if there is a suspicion of trust, who cares?

Everyone around them was embarrassed, especially the warriors of the family sect, and they sighed even more, such a heavy treasure as the soul tree leaf still fell into the hands of this fang. It's really hateful, this guy is by no means a loose cultivator.

The man in white saw that the last competitor had no choice but to give up, and secretly scolded the damn bald donkey in his heart, with mockery in his eyes. The voice is very useful, who has the last laugh? The handsome face can't help but show pride.

Turning his eyes to look at the auctioneer, a triumphant smile appeared on his face, and just as he wanted to say a declaration of victory to him, a roar resounded through the hall: "You are going to be rampant (that is), eight hundred old medicines (afraid or not)." ”

The man in white shouted out nearly 800 old medicines, and the three masters were also defeated, but it is conceivable that in the end, the soul tree leaves were photographed by him.

When the dust settled, an earth-shattering roar suddenly sounded, and hundreds of warriors couldn't help but be stunned, where did this kill Cheng Yanjin? And the voice was very familiar, as if, it seemed to be a fat dragon and a thin tiger.

Everyone looked for it, and it was really a fat dragon and a thin tiger. At this time, these two lacked virtues, both of them put their hands on their waists, their eyes were round, and they looked at the man in white menacingly, and their faces were full of dissatisfaction.

Hearing someone shouting out eight hundred old medicines, his voice was loud and full of confidence, and the smugness on the face of the man in white instantly converged, and he cursed in his heart.

Which king and eight lambs is this, and he will fight for it at a critical moment. His eyes couldn't help narrowing, and he also looked over with everyone around him.

"I'm noisy, you two poor ghosts dare to jump out to bid?" When he saw that it was these two, the man in white almost had a crooked nose, and he couldn't help but scold.

The scolding of the man in white can be regarded as saying what everyone thinks. Although this guy's words were very unqualified, everyone around them ignored them, and they all looked at the fat dragon and thin tiger, and kept nodding their heads in agreement.

Isn't it a big joke that these two shy cultivators dared to shout out 800 old pills in front of the public?

However, the auctioneer was still full of smiles, as if he hadn't seen that, and he didn't pay attention to it when he saw the fat dragon and thin tiger playing treasure.

Seeing hundreds of pairs of eyes, the fat dragon and thin tiger were not timid at all, and the two of them learned from the three monks to roll the sleeves of their robes to the end, revealing their bare arms, and the speed was also extremely fast, and the eyes of the people around them widened, and the three masters couldn't help but raise their eyebrows, and their eyes were not good.