The sound of Yun Zhendao's bidding resounded in the halls on the first and second floors. directly raised the auction price to thirty elixirs, and the innate martial artist was not only wealthy, but also very bluffing, and no one increased the price for a while.

Wu Shentian looked at the old man with a smug face, smiled indifferently on his face, and nodded from time to time, but he pouted wildly in his heart, this old man is really not a good stubble, he is really a person who can do big things, and he has a dark heart and a thick skin.

Seeing that the auction hall was a little cold, Martial God Tiangang was about to say a few words. I heard laughter from the right side of the auction table: "Oh my god! This old cow pie, haha, the cow's nose is really extraordinary." ”

Hearing this laughter, everyone couldn't help but look, and saw that Yu Linghu was twisting his waist and swinging his hips and slapping his buttocks, towards the innate area, or Chaoyun Zhendao, and kept shouting at Yun Zhenniu's nose in his mouth.

Its appearance was funny, and suddenly there was a burst of laughter in the hall. However, he was quickly pressed back to his seat by Yu Lingxin's ears.

Yun Zhen Lao Dao saw Yu Linghu like this, and when he heard the laughter of many martial artists, he didn't realize it, but his face still didn't change, and his face was full of pride.

"Ahem. Martial God Tian ignored Yu Linghu, pretended to cough lightly, and his eyes scanned the audience: "Everyone, you still focus on business, and in the auction hall, regardless of your identity, you can only call a hero based on the price." ”

Blinking his eyes, he looked at Yun Zhen and said, "The seventeenth bid for thirty elixirs, is there anything higher?"

Before the words fell, "Thirty-one elixirs." "Immediately someone held up a sign. was bluffed by Yun Zhen's old way before, and someone took the lead in raising the price, and suddenly, as if stabbing a hornet's nest, the sound of bidding sounded everywhere:

"Thirty-two elixirs. ”

"Thirty-three elixirs. ”

"Thirty-five elixirs. ”

......

I don't know if it was Yuling Hu's shouting that it worked, the first group of blood pills fought fiercely, and was finally taken away by No. 83 with fifty-three elixirs. Daoist Yun Zhen was still smiling, but he didn't bid again.

Seeing that the first group of blood pills was taken away by No. 83, Martial God Tian congratulated him. Immediately, without delay, he pointed to the mahogany tray: "Okay, everyone, the second group of middle and high-grade blood pills, start competing..."

Before the word 'shoot' was spoken, someone rushed to raise a sign to bid: "Thirteen elixirs." ”

"Fifteen elixirs. ”

......

As the auction number plate continued to rise, the sound of warrior bidding echoed in the hall. After only a few dozen breaths, it was carried to thirty elixirs.

This time, Yun Zhen Dao Elder didn't come out to join in the fun, let alone other innate martial artists. The auction went smoothly, and in the end, the second group of blood pills was auctioned by No. 75 for fifty-three elixirs.

"The third group of blood pills, the auction opens..."

As the auctioneer Wu Shentian's words were not finished, the bidding in the auction hall on the second floor was everywhere, and after some competition, in the end, the third group of blood pills was sold at a price of fifty-five elixirs, which was auctioned by No. 64.

In this way, one group was finished, one group was connected, and the sound of bidding in the hall was endless. Its momentum is so fierce that it can be said to be in full swing.

Every time the Martial God didn't finish speaking, the martial artists in the hall scrambled to bid first. The price of the blood pill was going all the way up, and the bidding and fighting of nearly a hundred warriors was so fierce that the auctioneer didn't have a chance to interject half a sentence.

The Blood Pill is a good thing, and it has a great effect on martial artists. You must know that the cultivation of martial artists in this world is that the sword is off the peak, and the body is a little weak.

For them, the blood pill is not only as simple as increasing a little strength, but also nourishing the body and making up for the shortcomings, no one is stupid! Now that this thing is auctioned, many martial artists will not miss it.

Don't look at the ten groups of blood pills, there are a lot of them, but after such a bid, it is still very fast. In just three or two minutes, the middle and upper grade blood pills were sold out.

It is worth mentioning that the innate martial artist did not get a group, it seems that this is discussed again, pointing directly to the high-grade blood pill, as for Yun Zhendao, it is a strange one, and there is a bald strange one who is embarrassed to be a medicine trust.

Of the ten groups of blood pills, seven groups were captured by the family sect, but three groups were caught by scattered cultivators, of course, multiple forces united with each other.

The final transaction price was very gratifying, and the lowest was the first group of 50 plants. The highest group was the last group, and seventy-three elixirs were photographed. The higher the price gets, the more the No. 83 martial artist wins with fifty plants, and they all smile from ear to ear.

Coincidentally, this leading martial artist Wu Shentian knows, and it is the three brothers of the trio, but this person does not know Yunkong Zhenjun.

After the auction of the 100 high-grade blood pills, the auctioneer Wu Shentian was full of smiles, scanning the many martial artists back and forth, and then he had the opportunity to interject, "Hehe, congratulations to all of you who won the blood pill, your own strength must be a hundred feet ahead, Wu congratulates in advance."

Don't be discouraged if you don't have an auction, there is a big announcement at the end of the auction, and you will know about it. Rong Wu hid it for the time being. ”

Seeing that many martial artists laughed, he glanced at the innate martial artists without leaving a trace, and pointed to the blood pill: "Everyone, continue the auction." These 100 high-grade blood pills are also divided into ten groups, with a starting price of twenty elixirs, and each increase in price must not be less than two elixirs. The auction begins!"

With the wave of his right hand, Martial God Tian sighed in his heart, the innate martial artist was still a senior after all, but he didn't interrupt the master's words.

Before the words fell, someone immediately bid: "Thirty elixirs, the old man is quite accomplished in alchemy, and he is about to shoot it back to study one or two, none of you should rob me, Lao Dao is bound to win this pill." This familiar voice resounded through the hall, and it seemed domineering.

At the same time, there was a shocking laughter on the right side of the auction table: "Hahaha, everyone, look, this is a rogue Taoist... It hurts, it hurts!" There was no one else in this loud laugh except Yu Linghu, but before he finished speaking, he was sat down by Ren Hongyuan's ears.

Everyone turned their heads curiously, and saw Yu Linghu grinning and crying out in pain, and he didn't forget to point to the innate martial artist area. They all followed its gestures.

If it's not Yun Zhen Dao Chief, who else can it be?

At this time, Lao Dao stood up, actually lifted his robe, rolled up the sleeves of his robe, shook the dust with his left hand, pointed to the auction table with his right hand, looked around with his eyes, and trembled with three strands of long hair as he shouted. The appearance of the blood pill is bound to be won, and there is also the posture of starting if he doesn't agree with each other, and the warriors around him can't help but look at each other.

"Thirty-five elixirs, Amitabha. Yun Zhendao's long voice did not fall, and he immediately followed the price increase.

At the end, when he glanced at Lao Dao, his mouth trembled rapidly: "Old Dao, in front of the public in the hall, you behave so dissolutely, you actually learned from the three poor monks, you didn't come alone, do you forget your fellow teacher? The poor monk is a little bad at picking up the color of the teacher next to you, and you have good fruits to eat when you return to the sect." ”

The master is worthy of being a monk, chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha all year round, and his mouth is neat. In the blink of an eye, the words came out.

However, at this time, the master and the two junior disciples around him were really uninhibited, and they looked bare-chested and almost shirtless. Listening to the meaning of his words, Yun Zhen Lao Dao was not convinced, learning from the three of them is like this, this is really not far behind.

"Forty elixirs. Feng Wuchen raised the number plate, looking at the Taoist priest and the monk so heroic, he didn't like this the most, and in addition to bidding, he didn't forget to nag: "Ahem, a few masters, everyone is watching, this is a little wrong? Quickly tidy up the robes, is it naked, I won't fight for it?"

"Forty-five elixirs. Mu Xuanlin followed with a price increase. Glancing at Monk Chen, Monk Yun Zhen and Daoist Yunzhen, neither of them was a good thing.

"Okay, forty-five elixirs came out on the twenty-fifth, is there anything higher?" Martial God Tian swept his eyes at Mu Xuanlin, and then glanced at Monk Chen, his eyes narrowed, and he shook his head imperceptibly.

"Fifty elixirs. As soon as the question stopped, the number plate in the hand of the dust monk was raised.

The master saw the boss's gaze, and suddenly the monk's robe was taken off, the sleeves of the robe were brushed down, and the three brothers staged a scene of wearing a monk's robe in a second in front of everyone's eyes, which attracted a cheer.

Suddenly, the bohemian was left to imitate the master Yun Zhendao. The Taoist is a good-looking person, and he doesn't see it when he sees it. The monk lifted his robe, and he followed suit, which was unconvinced. At this time, the monk has sorted it out, how can he follow it again?

Glimpsing his uncle's eyes with reprimand, as if he turned a blind eye, no matter what the teacher's face was, anyway, the Taoist chief still did his own thing without changing his face.

"Fifty-five elixirs. Hearing the monk's price increase, he was not far behind, the dust shook, the auction card was raised, and the words sounded through the hall.

No matter what kind of hatred this Taoist priest and monk has, he wants to be so angry. The auction continues, and no one will give up the Blood Pill.

"Hehe, sixty elixirs, the old man also came to join in the fun. A familiar voice came, and Martial God Tian's gaze shifted slightly, it was Shui Lingyun.

I don't know if the old man Shui has cultivated to the late stage of the liquid pill, and he is the strongest among the more than thirty martial artists, or he is upright and has the highest prestige among the martial artists, or if other martial artists want to let it.

Sixty elixirs shouted, not to mention other martial artists, even Yun Zhen Dao Chang kept his mouth shut, and his face said Let you go back.

Seeing this, Martial God Tian had a plan, which was obviously to win the first place for the host, and the remaining nine groups would compete again.

"Okay, No. 6 bid for sixty elixirs, is there a higher price?" Knowing this, he still had to leave the scene, and his eyes scanned back and forth.

After a few breaths, seeing that no one answered, Wu Shentian's words resounded again: "Sixty elixirs are out on the sixth, is there a higher price?"

"So, one, two, three. Deal. The counting sound was obviously faster, and the three voices fell, and the final word was made, and the first group was auctioned out.

"Congratulations to Senior Shui!" Martial God Heavenly Empire Shui Lingyun arched his hand. Blink an eye: "Then the second group of auctions, the bidding begins!"

Before the words fell, "Thirty elixirs, don't grab anyone this time." "The sound of bidding is very familiar, and it is still the head of Yunzhen Dao.

"Fifty elixirs, old man, how can it be so easy, Amitabha. "The dust monk is not slow, and the number plate is raised. It was also lifted directly from thirty to fifty, which is really wealthy.

"Fifty-five elixirs. Yun Zhendao was dusty, and the sound of bidding sounded. Squinted at the dust monk: "Bald donkey, are you still here?"

"Sixty elixirs, bull nose old way, the auction price is high or low on the hero, what are you going to do?"

However, there were many Taoist priests present, and the monk's words caused public anger. Immediately, Chen Xian, who was in the first place, was very unconvinced: "Sixty-five elixirs, I said monk, you can't be beaten to death with a stick, right?"

"Seventy elixirs, monk, we are also veterans, who does Niu Bi say?" Liu of the Dragon and Tiger View also followed.

"Seventy-five elixirs, monk ......"