Entering the auction requires an entrance fee of thirty spirit stones, Chen Nan didn't care, even if he didn't participate in the auction, he also wanted to increase his experience and see the auction house in the Xiuzhen world.

After paying sixty spirit stones, Chen Nan took Grace and entered the venue, the venue was very wide, a night pearl hung overhead, surrounded by several moonstones, reflecting the auction hall gorgeous and bright.

Because they came late, the auction hall was already full at this time, and the auction was about to start.

In the front row of the auction, there were two female nuns sitting in the middle position, one of them had a delicate appearance, delicate skin, combed three buns, and a close-fitting green dress highlighted her delicate body with soft curves.

And the other person is a female cultivator in a blue skirt, these two people Chen Nan know, the girl in the green skirt is the daughter of Yang Xuan, the sect leader of the Fengyue Sect, Yang Wan'er, who is ranked second in the Hall of Fame, and the other person, Chen Nan, has also seen in the Doufa Terrace, and is also a core disciple of the Fengyue Sect.

Outstanding disciples from other sects continued to come forward to greet Yang Wan'er, hoping to be favored by the beauties, Yang Wan'er responded lukewarmly, with a high-minded and arrogant appearance, which made a group of self-righteous outstanding disciples frustrated.

It's just that Grace's appearance attracted the attention of the male cultivators, seeing that the male cultivators shifted their gaze, even the eyes of many female cultivators also looked in a certain direction, and Yang Wan'er, who was robbed of the limelight, couldn't help but look back, and saw that it was Chen Nan and Grace coming over, and her eyes couldn't help but freeze on Grace, although she thought that her appearance was not bad, but in the hot and sexy body and that kind of hot style, she also had to admire Grace's figure.

"What's the matter? Isn't it just big breasts, one hip, blonde hair and blue eyes? Will this girl be worse than her?"

The nun in the blue dress also noticed the two of them coming in, and nodded when she heard the words: "Yes, she is Grace, I heard that she is full of spiritual roots, and she is quite appreciated by the elders of the sect, you see that she is blonde and blue-eyed, and her body is hot, she really has a unique style, no wonder the male cultivators pay attention to her."

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"Hmph!" Yang Wan'er pursed her lips in disdain, "It's just a coquettish vixen, and that kid surnamed Chen is not a good thing to be with her." ”

Mo Xinyi heard the sour vinegar taste from Yang Wan'er's tone, and smiled, "Yes, yes, if you talk about being pure and beautiful, cold and glamorous, who dares to compare with us Wan'er? ”

"Senior sister, don't say that, actually...... Well, in fact, Grace's figure is still quite good. Yang Wan'er blushed at the praise, and subconsciously responded.

As a Jindan monk sat down on the side of the auction table, the auctioneer walked out of the backyard, this auctioneer was a beautiful young woman with a round body and a sultry style, dressed in a rose-red cheongsam, with her round buttocks swinging, and walked to the middle of the auction table.

The young woman's hair is in a high bun, her eyebrows are picturesque, her figure is round and graceful, and she exudes the charm and charm of a mature young woman everywhere.

Seeing her, Chen Nan couldn't help but think of Bingmei, the two of them were dressed similarly, and they were the same provocative, but Bingmei was far superior to her regardless of appearance and figure, and Bingmei belonged to a woman with a cold and noble appearance and a hot bed, her style was limited to her man, unlike this woman who wore it so revealing in public.

Even so, he couldn't help but sigh at the cleverness of the Chamber of Commerce, with a young woman who hooked someone to death as an auctioneer, that kind of mature and charming style I am afraid that many monks will be fascinated by it, and unknowingly do a big wrong.

"Welcome to Dingfeng Auction House, my name is Lingyan, you can call me Yan'er!" The young woman's crisp and numb voice wafted through the hall, making the male cultivators' eyes burn.

"At such an age, she can really be coquettish!" Yang Wan'er showed disgust on her face, and snorted disdainfully, with this young woman presiding over the auction, those monks who are making trouble with the spirit worms will lose their minds and desperately increase the price, so that if she wants to get the ideal item, it will be a lot more difficult.

Chen Nan suddenly heard a strange voice next to him, and looked sideways to the right, a monk was sitting in the corner, staring at the young woman on the stage, one hand under the robe was playing back and forth, and from time to time his eyes were slightly closed, revealing a look of comfort and intoxication.

"I'll rub it, this will do it!" Chen Nan was speechless, fortunately Grace was on his left side, otherwise she would see it, and she might not know how to react.

"The first auction item is a flying sword with a superb magic weapon!" As Ling Yan's words fell, a delicate-looking waitress placed a tray on the auction table, and Ling Yan removed the silk cloth on it, revealing a flying sword that was no more than half a foot long and only one finger wide in the jade plate.

Although most of the people sitting here are Dragon Transformation Realm monks, and most of them use high-grade magic weapons, only a lady of heaven like Yang Wan'er can use upper and lower grade spiritual weapons, and like Han Laowei, they are only medium-grade spiritual weapons, if it weren't for Chen Nan getting the Blood Jade Xuanbing Stone in Changbai Mountain, it would be impossible to refine the lower-grade spirit weapon flying sword. The best magic weapon is already quite good for ordinary dragon cultivators, and there are already many people who are ready to move.

Yang Wan'er pursed her ruddy little mouth disdainfully, as the daughter of the sect master, he didn't care about a flying sword with a superb magic weapon. Suddenly, she remembered Chen Nan, that ordinary inner disciple, the last time he used a low-grade spiritual weapon on the fighting platform, he really took a luck, and he couldn't pick it up anywhere.

The young woman's eyes fluttered and looked at the throbbing monks in the audience, her warm red lips opened lightly like lotus flowers, and said with a smile: "The starting price of this flying sword is five hundred spirit stones, and each increase in price must not be less than fifty spirit stones!"

"I'll be out of eight hundred!" Before Ling Yan's words fell, a slightly chubby male cultivator stood up and quoted loudly, staring at the snow white under the young woman's neck with obscene eyes like a wolf, eager to rush up and take a bite.

"Just eight hundred want to buy a flying sword? It's really beyond my strength!" someone next to him snorted coldly and said, "Miss Yan'er, I'll give you a thousand spirit stones!"

"One thousand two!"

"One thousand and five!"

"Two thousand!"

It seems that in order to show that their strength is good, the monks have increased their prices, and the atmosphere is almost fanatical.