Such a dense concentration of cultivators gathered here, this was equivalent to condensing all the cultivation civilizations in the hot summer, and it would be easier for Lin Fan to find some magic weapon materials for the formation.

Sure enough, when the group walked to a building in the central area of Xiangcheng, they saw that there were many people inside, and it was very lively.

And Lin Fan's divine thoughts also felt a lot of cultivators in this building.

A large number of cultivators gathered here, naturally there was a plan, Lin Fan was not interested in what these people were doing here, he just wanted to see if there were any people from the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect here.

"It's like an auction."

The group walked in, and Li Yifei said in a large circle.

On the stage, a host shouted with great interest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you must be glad that you can sit here today, because we are about to auction off a magic artifact."

The host pressed his hand on the glass display case in front of him, because it was covered with a red cloth, and everyone could not see what was inside.

"Ritual weapons? Is it a talisman for the enlightenment of the monks? ”

"Or is it a weapon used by warriors?"

The crowd looked up and talked about it.

Although most ordinary people didn't know what a magic weapon was, there were dozens of fanatical eyes looking at the stage.

Most of them are cultivators, and there are also wealthy businessmen from all over the hot summer, these people naturally know the magic weapon, especially for the cultivators, and they are even more miraculous about the magic weapon, but most of them are exaggerated, so far the only one Lin Fan has seen on the earth that can be called a magic weapon is only the Nine Treasures Xuanyin Pagoda in the Medicine Valley.

It's a pity that the tower was destroyed by the Huangquan Ancestor when he broke the seal, otherwise it would be a good magic weapon to use to set up the array.

"This magic weapon is a mysterious person put in the auction, entrusted the organizer to sell it for him, this is a talisman blessed by the Tibetan Danzang monks hundreds of years ago, of course, the authenticity of your own convenience." As soon as the host lifted his hand, the display case under the red cloth was immediately revealed

"Lot jade curling, the starting price is 10 million, and the increase shall not be less than 500,000, and the auction will begin."

The voice fell, and the audience was in an uproar.

10 million lots is not a small amount for those here.

In an instant, the venue exploded, and everyone complained.

"What are you kidding, isn't it just a broken teapot, it's muddy and rusty, and no one wants this broken thing for ten yuan in the antique market."

"Are we really stupid people trying to lie to us with a broken teapot?"

"What kind of magic weapon, I see where I got the night pot!"

Everyone sneered and sneered, making a joke at the auction.

No one would be stupid enough to spend 10 million on such a thing!

Ten million, isn't it fragrant to buy a villa?

Compared with everyone's complaints, Lin Fan looked at the ice jade pot lightly, although this thing is not a magic weapon, but it is obviously attached to some of the user's divine thoughts, it seems to be similar to the dzi at the Jiangcheng drinking party that day, they are just using some residual thoughts to deceive people.

Ritual artifacts are so scarce, and it would be surprising if they were so common on Earth

Just as Lin Fan shook his head and sneered, a strange energy fluctuation suddenly came from his divine sense.

"...... this?"

Lin Fan's eyes condensed, and he immediately increased the power of his divine sense, and continued to move towards the ice jade pot, and immediately captured an ethereal spiritual power fluctuation in his divine thoughts.

Although the spiritual power was almost dissipating, Lin Fan still used his divine thoughts to detect this fluctuation, and it was not the spiritual power of one person, he could at least feel the remaining spiritual power fluctuations of hundreds of people in it.

"It's kind of interesting!" Lin Fan smiled slightly, revealing an interested expression.

At this moment, I saw that some cultivators in the arena couldn't bear it anymore, and looked towards the ice jade pot on the platform with a look of ecstasy, as if they had seen some rare treasure.

"One and a half million!"

"Eleven million!"

"Twelve million!"

Soon, the price was constantly raised, and these cultivators were no better than the wealthy merchants, so they were able to compete with each other and keep increasing the price, which was obviously recognized by them.

Obviously, these people felt the fluctuation of the wisp of residual thoughts on the ice jade pot, and thought that this was really some kind of unnoble magic weapon.

In just a few minutes, the price was raised to 20 million, which also made the ordinary people present smack.

Everyone originally thought that this was an ordinary broken iron kettle, but no one expected it to attract a scramble, and their jaws dropped in shock.

"Is there a mistake, these people don't know how to show their brains, 20 million to buy such a thing, there is no place to spend the money?"

"It can't be the trust you found, right?"

"No, look at that woman, she is Miss Zhuoma of a well-known consortium family in Tibet."

Dolma is a woman in her early twenties, dressed in a unique Tibetan costume, revealing an exotic beauty.

"It's worthy of Miss Zhuoma, it's really inhumane, just such a broken jade pot, and it was actually bid for 30 million."

As soon as the 30 million asking price came out, many people were discouraged, and they could only look at the pot and sigh, after all, no one had the confidence to compete with the Zhuoma family.

The auctioneers on the stage also began to drop their hammers.

"Thirty million for the first time!"

"Thirty million for the second time!"

Zhuoma's face was peaceful, there was no expression on his face, only his eyes were staring at the ice jade pot, and it seemed that he was determined to get this jade pot.

She was interested in what she was interested in, but in a few days it was her father's 60th birthday, and she wanted to give it as a gift to her father and pray for him.

"Thirty million, the third ......"

Just as the auctioneer's third hammer was about to fall, a loud sound was sung throughout.

"One hundred million!"

The words fell, and the whole auction suddenly fell silent.