Wen Yuhua routinely asked Yan Ruo, "Does Zhao Zhao have what he wants?" ”

Yan Ruo still shook her head.

She didn't know much about these things, and she really didn't want her senior brother to spend money on herself.

It's just that she thinks it's a little strange.

It was the senior brother who came to Baili City to participate in the auction on his own initiative, and she thought that the senior brother wanted to get something at this auction.

But for two days in a row, I didn't see any special reaction from my senior brother, and Yan Ruo felt that she was probably mistaken.

Perhaps, the senior brother is just here to have a good time, or maybe he just wants to sell a phoenix egg......

Just as I was thinking about it, the first auction item of the day had already been brought up-

An exquisitely crafted hairpin.

"Let's see, this is just an ordinary hairpin on the surface, but it is actually a rare magic weapon. This is a magic weapon made by Master Qingyan himself, and it belongs to the top grade defensive magic weapon. It can block any blow from a strong man on the ground level...... Of course, this magic weapon can barely attack people, and it still hurts to stab people......"

As soon as these words came out, a large number of people below laughed.

As long as the hairpin is sharpened, which one will not hurt when used to prick people? It's just that if you really use this magic weapon made by Master Qingyan like this, isn't that a bad thing?

Master Qingyan is the most powerful refiner in the Xuanfeng Continent, and the magic weapons he makes have always been in demand. Basically, as soon as it is put out for sale, it will be snatched away.

It is the most appropriate to describe the magic weapon made by Master Qingyan.

Then, it's time for the official auction.

Because it is a magic weapon made by Master Qingyan, it is very popular, and there are many people competing for it.

However, it is generally a woman.

After all, the style of hairpins is commonly used by women, and even if those male monks are a little tempted, they are embarrassed to use women's things.

"I'll produce a hundred medium-grade spars!"

"I'll give five hundred!"

"Phew, how can the price of the magic weapon made by Master Qingyan be so low? I'll make a high-grade spar! ”

……

The ritual is beautiful and practical, and of course it is highly sought after by female monks.

The price of magic weapons rose quickly and high, until five high-grade spars were shouted, and there were fewer people who asked for the price.

When the eight high-grade spars were called, in the end, there was no one to continue shouting.

Just when everyone thought that this was the final transaction price of the magic weapon, a slightly lazy voice sounded unhurriedly, "Ten high-grade spars." ”

Everyone present was stunned for a moment.

Shocked by the bidding, and shocked by the fact that it was a man who participated in the bidding.

Yan Ruo's surprise was no less than that of everyone present, if nothing else, because the voice she had just received came from her side.

"Senior Brother......

She tugged at Wen Yuhua's sleeve, and was about to say something, when she heard the female monk from before gritting her teeth and saying, "I will produce ten high-grade spars and one hundred medium-grade spars." ”

Something that is about to arrive, but suddenly there is an obstacle and it takes a little more money to take it, can it not make people angry?

It's just that she'll soon find out that she won't be allowed to spend more.

- Because she doesn't have enough money, she can't call Wen Yuhua at all. She couldn't photograph this thing, so naturally she didn't spend much money.

"Twenty high-grade spars." Wen Yuhua didn't seem to want to bargain with them slowly, so he directly doubled the price.

The audience was in an uproar.

Some people wanted this magic weapon very much, but they had to give it up because of lack of financial resources.

Some people have enough money, but in their opinion, this magic weapon is worth the price of eight high-grade spars at most, and it is not very necessary.

The result is obvious, and in the end, only Wen Yuhua got this magic weapon.

He got up and went to pay the money, and then came back with the hairpin.

"Zhaozhao ......"

Yan Ruo heard Wen Yuhua calling her, and subconsciously turned her head.

And Wen Yuhua took this opportunity to pull off the original hairpin on the top of her head, and inserted the one she had just photographed back into the wishing place.

"As I thought, you really look great in this hairpin." Wen Yuhua said with a smile.