"This item was found by someone in the poison forest, maybe everyone has heard about it recently, and for some reason, the fog in the poison forest has dissipated, and someone has found a broken spiritual lamp inside."

"No one knows what this thing is for, and the lines on it seem to be some kind of totem from antiquity."

"Therefore, we will bid for ninety-nine spirit stones!"

……

The following voices rang out.

Someone began to scout the object with their divine sense, but finally shook their head.

"I've heard someone pick it up before, but this thing doesn't even have aura fluctuations, how can any fool bid?

I don't want to sell a spirit stone. Duan Qianxiao said on the side.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yuan beside him suddenly got up and stared at the high platform tightly.

"No, Brother Wen Yuan, you want to bid? It's not of any use. ”

"Do you think this lamp looks familiar?"

"How?"

"Forest, old man." Wen Yuan said these words calmly and slowly.

As soon as he said this, Duan Qianxiao suddenly remembered! If the featureless lamp in front of him burns a crimson light in the middle, isn't it a bit like the ancient lamp in the old man's hand?

It's just that there was an eerie feeling around the thing before, and after it was broken, it changed so much that Duan Qianxiao didn't recognize it for a while.

Every time he looked at this thing, he couldn't help but think of the black shadow monster and the last look on Senior Brother Cheng Yan's look.

That scene really impressed him.

There was silence below.

"I'll give out ninety-nine spirit stones, don't rob me."

"One hundred spirit stones, raise your noble hands and give face."

Some people made a mocking bid, and everyone around laughed.

There is no shortage of people with profound skills, and often those spiritual weapons that seem ordinary, but are actually extraordinary things, always have a vague sense of unfathomability.

But this item doesn't even have spiritual power, how can it be convincing?

The sound of bidding sounded one after another, and it was obvious that everyone did not want to lose interest, but the price was not high.

Duan Qianxun glanced at Wen Yuan, Wen Yuan just wanted to make a bid, but a voice came from the box on the top floor.

"A million."

The bidder did not show up, and the voice was a little illusory, indistinguishable from men and women.

People inhaled, knowing that the best spiritual weapons auctioned before were only a million.

Is this man wronged, or does he understand the wonder of this thing?

The people on the field were a little hesitant, and some tentatively bid: "One hundred and ten thousand? ”

Everyone didn't know where this lamp came from, but being bid by this person like this, they all felt that this thing was a little more mysterious.

"This person can't be the auction house's trust, right?"

Duan Qianxiao, who wanted to take pictures at a low price, was a little unhappy.

"Two million." A calm voice came out, and Wen Yuan's voice was low and steady.

There was an exclamation below, and someone looked over and found that it was only a box on the middle floor, with a somewhat strange expression.

"Brother Wen Yuan, are you all ...... so rich?"

Duan Qianxiao felt stunned, Wen Yuan, who didn't show mountains and rivers on weekdays, was so arrogant that he directly doubled the price.

With this kind of ambition, no one should be able to bid, right?

"Three million." The faint voice of the box on the top floor sounded again.

"Five million." Wen Yuan immediately made a bid.

……

Everyone was a little numb, and at first there were people vying for bids, but in the end, only the voices of the two of them echoed in the auction room.

"Seven million." The man's ethereal voice was tinged with anger.

"Seven million and ten thousand." Wen Yuan was faint.

Every time that person spoke, he would add 10,000 spirit stones into it, and his tone was casual, with a bit of indifference.

The tone of the man at the auction was also warm, but as the price soared, doubts also appeared in his eyes.

The top floor is a mysterious guest, but the middle layer seems to come from a small sect with no name, do they really have so many spirit stones?

Or is it just vicious competition?

At this time, the atmosphere is getting more and more enthusiastic. When the man on the top floor quoted a high price of eight million, the box on the middle floor suddenly fell silent.

Everyone thought he was going to give up, but they heard a very faint voice.

Wen Yuan said calmly: "Ten million spirit stones, plus three 'Xuantian Fruits'. ”

No one is bidding anymore.

There was silence.

Everyone was first shocked by this high price, and then when they heard the words Xuantian Fruit, they were stunned again.

The Fruit of Xuantian? It hasn't been seen in years!

This thing was born on the thousand-year-old Xuan Tree, and it can solve most of the strange poisons.

Unlike the Poison Pill, which needs to be taken every few hours, after the Xuantian Fruit is used, it can be invulnerable to poison for a long time.

Of course, in the past few years, there have also been some Gu techniques that are rare in the world, and this thing is useless to them. But for most cultivators, there was almost no chance of encountering a Gu magician.

There are many people who are looking eagerly at the moment.

……

Duan Qianxiao glanced at Wen Yuan with an incredulous gaze.

His lips opened slightly, and he was about to say something, when suddenly there was a knock on the door of the box.

A woman walked in, with a beautiful face and a bewitching figure.

She smiled lightly: "I'm sorry, because we don't know much about the strength of your faction, please show your spirit stone, as well as the Xuantian Fruit in your mouth." Otherwise, the item will be won by another auctioneer. ”

Wen Yuan still had that emotionless tone.

"Yes, I can clear the spirit stone directly in the background, but I have to get this thing now."

"That's fine." The woman smiled gently.

……

Whispers rang out at the scene.

At this time, a person came out of the box in the middle.

The man's inky robe floated, and faintly golden dark lines appeared under the illuminated spirit lord, adding a bit of dignity and mystery.

His steps were unhurried, and his expression was indifferent.

In this situation where many people are watching, his gaze is one that does not care.

Unconsciously, the surrounding sounds were quieter.

Background.

Wen Yuan used the spirit imprint to open the storage ring and showed the spirit stone and the Xuantian Fruit.

The attendants around him looked eagerly.

Some took a deep breath and looked at the inky man with amazement.

Some people were already thinking about where that Yun Yong Pavilion was, such a heart-wrenching financial resource, how could they never have heard of it before?

……

On a high platform.

A waiter ran up and whispered a few words in the ear of the man at the auction.

His eyes lit up, and his tone trembled a little: "Now, I declare, this broken lamp is not right...... This holy lamp will be won by this distinguished guest! ”

The sound of noisy conversation rang out.

The man had just come out of the backstage, and countless tentative glances fell on him, and he remained silent.

On the high platform, the box that had just bid suddenly revealed a crack.

A man in black with a hood appeared and glanced at Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan felt the gaze and looked up calmly.

Although his face could not be seen clearly.

But both sides saw murderous aura in each other's eyes.

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