But none of the people present were stupid, no matter how sensational the blue dye was, whether this was a spirit seed or not could not make people convincingly take out the yuan stone in exchange, let alone bid for it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the story was told, Lan Zhan looked at the reactions of the audience, sighed secretly, and said: "This spirit seed like a little girl's heart of gold, the starting price is two thousand yuan stone." ”

As soon as this price was mentioned, many people who were moved by the story of indigo dyeing immediately shouted.

Originally, they were going to spend a few hundred yuan stone, whether it was true or not, they were considered to have done their best, but how did they know that the auction price was still two thousand yuan stone, isn't this a monkey trick?

Even on the second-floor viewing platform, some people who were ready to show kindness stopped.

In fact, thousands of yuan stones, or even tens of thousands of yuan stones, are nothing to them, but this kind of story that is obviously full of loopholes, and the so-called "spirit seed" that is like a leftover fruit core that has been eaten by others is simply like an insult to everyone's intelligence.

After half a day, no one shouted the price.

Lan Ran was also a little embarrassed, and said, "Since everyone is unwilling to buy it, then I am willing to pay two thousand five hundred yuan stones to buy it." Sort of do my best. ”

"Two thousand five hundred yuan stone at a time!"

"Two thousand five hundred yuan stone for the second time!"

"Two thousand five hundred yuan stone three..."

At this moment, a person's number plate was suddenly raised. Aizen was secretly happy in his heart, and someone finally took the bait.

"Three thousand yuan stones!"

Three thousand yuan stone is indeed not much, but it is a bit illogical to take it out after being cheated.

Everyone's eyes were like those of the man holding up the placards.

"Isn't he just the one who just bought a scrap book and a turbid earth spirit bead? ”

"This little guy thinks cheap is good. ”

"What a stupid hat!"

Lan Ran glanced at Wuchen, and said quickly as if he was afraid that Wuchen would regret it: "This son is a good person." I thank you for the little girl.

Three thousand yuan stone, one, two or three times!

Well, no one is fighting with this son!

I'm very lucky for this Bodhi Spirit Seed, son, yours. ”

Wuchen walked to the backstage and handed over the Yuan Stone, and the guy who gave him the spirit seed also looked at him and smiled.

Obviously, he also thought that Wuchen had a bad head, so he would buy this spirit seed.

Wuchen took the wooden box and opened it to see that this dry spirit seed shook his head silently. The reason why he bought this spirit seed was not because of the story that Aizen told.

It's because I heard the word Bodhi.

In the previous life, there was a great Buddha named Bodhi.

This Bodhi Buddha once had a three-fingered grace for Wuchen.

The three fingers of the previous life, with the three thousand yuan stones in this life as a return, maybe this can be regarded as a kind of retribution.

As soon as he thought of this, Wuchen sighed inexplicably, and he didn't bother to look at the rest of the auction, besides, even if there was a superb product, with his current Yuan Shi and ability, he couldn't auction it at all, and whether he could take it away or not, thinking of this, he turned around and walked out of the auction hall.

From time to time, cheers came from the auction room, and it seemed that it was something terrible.

The night sky is deep, and a waning moon hangs obliquely on the horizon.

Fortunately, it's not too late, find an inn first, and return to the Taoist Shrine tomorrow after tonight.

The dust lord settled down and walked towards an inn.

Suddenly, I heard a shout.

"Don't run!

"Catch him!"

...

Those who shouted have not yet caught up. But a man in black staggered and almost fell, but Wuchen helped the man.

After a closer look, Wuchen was stunned, this person was none other than Xiao Yang, who had met Wuchen several times in the deep water cold pool, this person's martial arts cultivation was the seventh level of the martial arts realm, and the position in the deep water cold pool was higher than that of Wu Chen.

"Stop!"

"Don't run!"

...

Seeing that those people were about to catch up, Wuchen's sharp eyes happened to see a small alley less than three feet wide on the side, and if you didn't look carefully, it was easy to be ignored.

Wuchen helped Xiao Yang, turned to the alley, and hid behind a pile of debris.

After a while, listening to the sound of footsteps, almost a dozen people ran over.

I saw a purple-black palm print on Xiao Yang's chest, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Senior brother, how could you be chased by so many people?" Wuchen asked in a low voice.

Xiao Yang opened his eyes for a long time, and this moment of rest seemed to give him a lot of strength. After seeing Wuchen, he snorted coldly and pushed Wuchen's hand away, and then struggled to stand up.

Just two steps away, a package fell to the ground.

A hosta emerges from the package.

This is a headdress that only young women use, and the package looks not small, and there are many similar things.

Xiao Yang picked up the package and limped away.

After walking a few steps, he stopped and turned his back to Wuchen and said, "Remind you, people who chew the root of their tongue generally don't live long." After saying that, he didn't look back, and disappeared into the darkness.

Wuchen touched his nose a little speechlessly, he could have saved him just now, he didn't say thank you, and even threatened himself.

There are really all kinds of strange things in this world.

Disrupted by this Xiao Yang, Wuchen was completely sleepy, and after thinking about it for a while, it was better to return to the Dao God Palace now.

He has more than 10,000 yuan stones on him, and it is not a problem to completely open up the spiritual field.

As soon as he thought of cultivation, Wuchen's heart was slightly hot, so he took Xiaobai and came to the outside of the city.

One mile away from Shouyang City, in addition to the mountain road at your feet, there are dense deep forests on both sides.

Wuchen was preparing to let Xiaobai recover his size and hurry.

But suddenly frowned, couldn't help but look ahead, and sneered: "Come out!"

"Hehe, you found out. A thin figure stepped out of the woods.

"Qing pile, Song Yuan?" Wu Chen recognized the identity of this person.

A hideous smile appeared on Song Yuan's thin cheeks and said, "Boy, you still recognize me." The fifteen thousand yuan stone on your body is not used yet. Hand it over, and I can consider leaving you a whole corpse. ”

Wuchen's eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice: "Is this what you mean, or is it what you Xin Shaodong mean?"

"Hehe, you still know that the Ninth Master is our new Shaodong, and even I only found out a few hours ago. It seems that you have a good relationship. But even so, you have to die, and Yuanshi has to leave me behind. If he knew, he would have taken the favor from my Yuanshi and I took it back. I don't know what it looks like?"

Song Yuan's face was distorted, as if he was talking to himself like a ghost, and then took out a jet-black dagger from his sleeve.

Song Yuan's martial arts aura is stronger than Wuchen's, probably in the Duwu Realm of one or two or so, and Wuchen is not afraid of him.

He also happened to want to test the results of his cultivation in the Dao Divine Palace in the past ten days.

Xiaobai knew Wuchen's intentions, ran to the side, and lay down.

Looking at the dagger in Song Yuan's hand, Wu Chen subconsciously touched the turbid earth spirit bead in the Yuan stone bag, and even the last trace of worry was gone.