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Qianhao's promise is exactly what she wants.

didn't get Lan Jingrou's answer, and Qian Hao didn't speak again, but retreated.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Lan Jingrou turned her head.

There was a teapot on the small table at the back, and there was still light smoke at this time, which seemed to be brought in by Qian Hao.

After hesitating for a moment, Lan Jingrou got up and took the teapot and poured herself a cup.

The refreshing breath of the spleen, before I drank Lan Jingrou, I knew that this was the best spiritual tea.

It was still noisy below, and Lan Jingrou simply closed her eyes and drank tea with a teacup.

Although I don't know how to taste tea, I feel the taste of the tongue and the rich aura, and everything around me seems to be blurred.

Her thoughts seemed to have flown far away, and when she left Lincheng, she saw Yang City, saw the small city she was passing by, saw the Wind Spirit City, saw the Xuanyun Sect and the Soul Leaving Sect, and even, saw the starry sky full of them, and there was another world where the aura was several times richer than that of the cultivation realm.

"What's that?"

I didn't know where the sound came from, Lan Jingrou wanted to turn her head to look, but found that her body was suddenly pulled by something.

Lan Jingrou on the recliner suddenly opened her eyes.

A flash of light flashed in her eyes, and she looked down at the teacup in her hand, which was already empty.

The noise below had disappeared, and only the shouting could be heard.

Apparently, the auction has already begun.

Standing up, Lan Jingrou was about to go to the small table in front of the windowsill to sit down, but with this movement, her body was inexplicably light.

Stunned, Lan Jingrou closed her eyes and looked inward.

After a moment, she glanced at the teapot with a complicated look, this tea was deliberately given to her by Qian Hao?

With just one cup, she benefited a lot.

Having broken through the threshold of Jindan's late stage, she will now get married at any time.

It seems that the auction is over, and she must return to Xuanyun Sect.

The time to enter the Xuanyun Sect was not long, but Lan Jingrou regarded the Xuanyun Sect as her own destination from the bottom of her heart.

The breath is restrained, suppressing the throbbing of the body that is rioting to get married.

Lan Jingrou then moved to the window.

The lower seats were already full, and the attic boxes above were also lit up, and it was clear that there were already people inside.

There are a lot of things in the auction, and now in front of the host, there is a soft armor.

She had just woken up, and the crowd was already bidding.

Glancing at the soft armor, Lan Jingrou simply picked up the auction list on the small table and looked at it.

It wasn't too late for her to wake up, and she had only auctioned off one or two small items in front of her.

Turning the page, his gaze fell on the information of the soft armor.

At first, there is a shadow of a soft armor on it.

Gold-scale soft armor, spiritual weapons, and physical and legal double defense.

After that, there is pricing, and the markup must not be less than much.

This golden-scaled soft armor looks good, but although it is a double defense, it is useless when facing the Yuanying Monk.

After a hasty look, Lan Jingrou then flipped back.

In the entire list, spiritual artifacts account for most of the part, some good and some bad.

There are also a small number of unrecognizable things with mysterious origins, and in the end, Lan Jingrou only looks at three things.

A furnace called Feng Qian.

Two strains of some rare high-grade medicinal herbs.

Although there is a purple tripod, but since the last time Wanhuatu noticed the difference in the purple tripod, Lan Jingrou didn't want her to appear in front of people, she naturally needed another furnace tripod to replace, that Feng Qianding is quite eye-catching, and it can be auctioned in Jialing Pavilion, naturally it will not be bad.

A piece of gold-scale soft armor is at most the price of a hundred medium-grade spirit stones outside, but here it has been sold for thousands of medium-grade spirit stones.

Listening to the continuous shouting below, Lan Jingrou finally realized the horror of collecting money at the Jialing Pavilion auction.

If she wants to take pictures of all the three things she fancies, I'm afraid it will cost a lot of spirit stones.

Her Purple Heart Pill was left in the final finale.

Fortunately, the initial price of the Purple Heart Pill was more than enough to auction those three items.

Because she has seen the introduction of the items, for the things she is not interested in, Lan Jingrou quietly listens to others shouting prices.

Time passed slowly, and after half a day, it was finally Lan Jingrou's turn to take a look at the first item.

Lan Jingrou sat up, her gaze falling on the high platform.

A silver-clad maid came up with a tray and tore off the brocade cloth that covered it.

On the tray, a colorful butterfly is gently flapping its wings.

It's just that for a long time, I didn't see it flying.

Most of the alchemists present recognized what this was.

The host on the stage smiled professionally: "Butterflies, growing in a rich spiritual liquid, like flying butterflies, its medicinal properties have a psychedelic effect, the starting price, 1,000 medium-grade spirit stones, each time the price increases, not less than 100 medium-grade spirit stones, there is no cap." ”

There is no cap! Although she has heard this many times, Lan Jingrou still feels that Jia Ling Pavilion is a cheat.

"One thousand and one hundred medium-grade spirit stones!"

"Twelve hundred!"

As soon as the voice over there fell, someone below couldn't help but start calling the price.

Although the butterfly wisp is a high-grade medicinal material, it is rare, and it is in the spiritual fluid.

Where the spiritual energy is rich into liquid, there are not many places in the cultivation realm, and of course, the spiritual veins of the major sects are not counted in it.

Listening to the price of the butterfly wisps was quickly raised to 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones, Lan Jingrou was a little uneasy.

"One hundred high-grade spirit stones!"

The light and fluttering voice made the people below stunned.

Then Qi Brush looked up at the box above.

The spirit stones of the cultivation realm really can't be exchanged and measured, and the value of 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones may exceed the value of a high-grade spirit stone, but the role of the high-grade spirit stones is much higher than that of 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones.

The direct opening is a hundred top-grade pieces, and Lan Jingrou's palms are also overflowing with some sweat.

It was quiet below, and it took a long time to hear the voice of the host.

"One hundred high-grade spirit stones once."

"One hundred high-grade spirit stones twice."

"One hundred high-grade spirit stones three times!"

"Congratulations to the guests of Box 3 for winning the butterfly!"

Taking down the butterfly wisps, Lan Jingrou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this butterfly wisp is a psychedelic medicinal herb that is out of the door, among the elixirs that Lan Jingrou knows, it is the main material.

For other alchemists, it can be said that there is no substantive effect.

In this way, they were copied to 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones, and its rarity can be imagined.

Soon, the butterfly was sent by someone, and the person who sent it was Qianhao.

This kind of box, ordinary little people can't come up at all, coupled with Jia Lingge and her attitude, it is not surprising that Qian Hao sent her.

Looking at the fluttering butterflies on the tray, Lan Jingrou looked up at Qian Hao and said, "I don't have so many spirit stones on me, can I deduct them from the auction price of the Purple Heart Pill for a while?" ”

(To be continued.) )