The next day, Su Yuan followed the address of the gray-haired old man in the Treasure Pavilion and came to a narrow alley.

"Knock knock" Su Yuan stood in front of a small wooden door and knocked lightly.

The effort was not big, "squeak" The door was opened from the inside, and then a head poked out of it, Su Yuan looked, the door was opened by a young boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, this young man didn't say much when he saw Su Yuan, but his eyes swept behind him vigilantly, and said lightly: "Please come in!"

Su Yuan hesitated slightly, and then stepped in.

The boy closed the wooden door again and led Su Yuan into the room on the side.

Entering the courtyard, after walking in the corridor for a while, Su Yuan entered another door, and as soon as he entered, he instantly felt several eyes looking at him.

At this time, there were several tables and chairs in the room, and several monks were sitting on the side.

These people's eyes only swept over her, and when they saw that it was just a fourth-level female cultivator of Qi refining, they didn't pay much attention to it, and immediately took it back.

Su Yuan didn't care, found a table in the corner and sat on the side, and then waited quietly. With her arrival, several monks came in one after another, and everyone was silent, and the room was silent.

After a stick of incense, a series of footsteps sounded, and the last person to enter was the gray-haired old man that Su Yuan had seen in the Treasure Pavilion before.

The old man entered the room, swept his gaze over everyone, then smiled slightly, and said: "Although this trade fair is not held in my Treasure Pavilion, but everyone, I don't think I need to introduce you again, everyone knows Xiao Lao'er!"

"This time, there are seven treasures prepared by this pavilion, and each one is extremely rare to take out!" the gray-haired old man said faintly.

As he spoke, the young man who had brought Su Yuan in earlier walked over with a tray in his hands. The plate was covered with a red cloth, and it was impossible to see what was placed on it. The boy placed the tray on the wooden table in front of the old man and stepped back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the first thing to be auctioned is a low-level high-level magic weapon. After the old man finished speaking, he lifted the red cloth on the tray with one hand, revealing the magic weapon inside.

Outside the room, in addition to Su Yuan, there were seventeen or eighteen monks, most of whom were cultivators at the ** level of qi refining, and these people were all attracted by the old man's attention, and looked at the magic weapon on the table in a daze.

Su Yuan also looked intently, only to see a short-handled dagger on the tray. The old man picked up the dagger and said, "Everyone, this magic weapon is a low-level and high-grade magic weapon, and the power is self-recognizable, and I don't need to say more. “

"The selling price is eight spirit stones, it's still the old rule, the one with the highest bid wins!" After the old man finished speaking, he looked at the monks sitting below.

"Nine spirit stones!" a strong man said in a loud voice.

"Nine spirit stones!" another person raised the price.

There was a moment of silence among the monks, and it was obvious that the strong man was hesitant to continue.

"I'll give you ten spirit stones!" the strong man spoke again.

In the end, this high-grade magic weapon was successfully exchanged by this strong man at the price of a stone low-grade spirit stone. The strong man did not stop after getting the dagger, and strode happily to the door.

At the right time, another teenager came over with a tray and placed things on the table, and everyone's eyes looked over again.

"This second magic weapon!" the old man smiled, and then lifted it with one hand, only to see a white thin-necked vial appear.

"What is this?" everyone was suddenly a little curious.

The old man smiled, took the vial in his hand, pulled out the cork on the bottle, and there was a pill everywhere. Immediately, someone below recognized it.

"It's Tsukidan!

"I didn't expect to come here this time, it's really the right time to meet this kind of baby!" everyone was excited.

Su Yuan sat quietly in the corner, and like many monks around her, low-level high-grade magic weapons and Zhuji Dan were extremely important to her.

However, now it was different, there was not only a black stick in the storage bag on Su Yuan's waist, but also a high-grade magic weapon, the Breaking Ghost Sword. In addition, in the Kailing Palace, the sect also gave them a Zhuji Dan for none of their new disciples, and under the guidance of the guide talisman, Ma Xingwei also gave a Zhuji Dan.

In this way, the two items that appeared in the auction were not too tempting to her. After all, the sword technique of the main cultivation has not yet been settled, and there is no mind to think about anything else in his heart. At the same time, she is also looking forward to several items in the next auction.

Even if the cultivation of monks who are too low is limited, their net worth is not as rich as that of these monks with higher cultivation. It can be seen that this trade fair is just for these monks who are ready to attack the foundation.

The difference between Yu Su Yuan is that none of the monks who are doing it are as lucky as her, these people are all around the ninth or tenth level of Qi refining. But most of them don't have a sect to prepare for them, and if they want to break through at that time, they can't rely on it.

The elixir was already rare in the cultivation realm, and it was the right time for this elixir to appear. All the monks rubbed their fists and sharpened their palms, eager to try.

As if he was satisfied with everyone's performance, the old man smiled slightly and put the pill back into the jade bottle.

He said in a loud voice: "One Zhuji Dan, the price is eight low-rank spirit stones!"

"What? Just a high-grade magic weapon with eight spirit stones is enough, what's the matter? A pill costs eight spirit stones?" Apparently, some people felt that the price was too high, and complained loudly.

"Zhuji Dan is not easy to come by, and the price has already been set by the owner, if this Taoist friend thinks it is not suitable, just sit back and wait for the others below!" The old man looked at the young man who spoke, and said quietly.

The young monk saw that the monks around him were silent, but his eyes were greedy, and then he sighed and stopped speaking.

"I'll make nine spirit stones!" a voice remembered.

"Ten spirit stones!" Another voice followed.

The gray-haired old man nodded faintly and looked at the two bidders.

"I'll give out eleven spirit stones!" the first voice sounded again.

"Twelve spirit stones!" Someone in the crowd participated again.

After a period of price increases, in the end, this Tsukidan was successfully auctioned by a blue-robed monk with the high level of fifteen low-level spirit stones. After the monk got the Tsukidan, he didn't look at the people in the room again, and left immediately.

After all, many of these people present were blushing at the pill in his hand, which would inevitably attract attention, and most of the people's idea was to leave immediately after getting the things.

As before, another boy came over with a tray.

Su Yuan waited quietly, although the next two transactions were also rare cultivation things, they didn't have a big effect on her.

Then a few more monks came out of the room with happy faces, and finally the young man put another thing on the table and retreated, the old man looked at the dozen monks sitting there, and said quietly:

"This fifth piece is for sale, a sword technique!"

"Sword Technique!" Su Yuan's expression moved, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

The old man continued to say quietly: "Although this "Cangying Sword Technique" only has the upper part and is not complete, it is indeed a rare authentic copy. I don't need to introduce what it is, I don't need to introduce it, the price is fifteen spirit stones, and the one with the highest bid will get it!"