Drifting Snow Auction House, although it is not the largest auction house in Wushuang City, is the auction house with the best reputation in Wushuang City.

All mouths!

After thinking about it for a while, Meng Qing decided to entrust the Yuan Ling Pill to Piaoxue Auction House for auction.

"One hundred thousand taels, one. ”

Listening to the offer given by Meng Qing, the middle-aged fat man nodded with an unchanged expression.

Although the Yuan Ling Pill is not precious, it is a genus of pills after all. The price of one hundred thousand taels is indeed very reasonable.

Moreover, the Yuan Ling Pill is still a relatively sought-after pill, and the pill that supplements Yuan Li is still extremely attractive to some big forces. After all, the elixir that can replenish the Yuan Force, for the battle between masters, the amount of Yuan Force can determine life and death.

After the middle-aged fat man's eyes rolled, his expression was slightly eager, and he carefully put away the bottle containing the three Yuan Spirit Pills, and then handed Meng Qing a black iron card.

"Little brother, please rest assured, we will hold an auction as soon as possible, and invite the little brother to participate in the auction when the time comes. ”

"Hmm!"

Meng Qing nodded lightly when he heard this, and after glancing at the black iron card in his hand, he didn't stay any longer, and left the auction house directly under the gaze of the middle-aged fat man.

Watching Meng Qing leave, the smile on the middle-aged fat man's face suddenly disappeared, and he immediately frowned. Puzzled, he muttered to himself, "Who the hell is this little guy?"

The guard who was following the middle-aged fat man suddenly stepped forward and whispered, "Do you need to check his origin?"

The middle-aged fat man's eyes narrowed slightly, thought for a moment, and then shook his head.

"No need, this little guy is a little weird, try not to provoke him. ”

Turning his head, he glanced at the guard behind him, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "It's a little interesting for the little guy who entered Jiupin to dare to come to the auction house alone." ”

Then he raised his sleeves and turned around and walked into the auction house.

......

Three days later, Meng Qing received an invitation from the Drifting Snow Auction House to participate in the auction of the Drifting Snow Auction House that day.

After coming to the Piaoxue Auction House, under the leadership of a maid, Meng Qing walked through the hall where the auction was about to begin.

The hall is huge, enough to accommodate nearly 1,000 people, and at this time the auction house has already been crowded, noisy and overwhelming.

Finding a remote and quiet place to sit down, Meng Qing put the black iron card handed over to him by the middle-aged fat man on the table next to him, and after nodding to the people nearby, he began to scan the scene in the field.

After a while, the environment in the auction hall suddenly darkened, and the atmosphere in the entire hall seemed to freeze suddenly, and it fell silent. The atmosphere instantly became solemn.

I saw a light hit the auction table, and a bewitching woman in a leaky dress followed behind a long-bearded old man and walked up to the auction table.

"Ahem......"

The long-bearded old man coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and looked around with a straight face.

"Welcome to our auction at Drifting Snow Auction House, where we have prepared five rare items for auction this time......

After a routine introduction, the bearded old man announced that the auction had begun.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this auction item is a rare treasure knife, called the Wind Thunder Knife, which is easy to cut copper and iron, and cut gold and jade. ”

As the words of the long-bearded old man fell, the exposed woman on the side took off the red cloth covering the auction table, and a long knife with a cold light fell into everyone's eyes.

"Wind and thunder knife, the starting price, 50,000 taels...... Each increase shall not be less than 1,000 taels. ”

As soon as the long-bearded old man's voice fell, someone at the bottom of the hall began to bid.

"Fifty-five thousand taels!"

"Sixty thousand taels!"

The sound of markups followed.

......

The price in the field kept rolling, and soon, the price of this wind and thunder knife had been coaxed to a high price of 90,000 taels.

"Ninety-five thousand taels...... Three times, deal!"

As the auction hammer in the hand of the long-bearded old man fell, this rare wind and thunder knife was auctioned off by a strong man with a big waist and a round waist for 95,000 taels.

A treasure knife that sharpens iron like clay is not even comparable to the price of a Yuan Ling Pill.

Seeing this scene, Meng Qing did not have the slightest surprise. After all, on the Fengyun Continent, weapons don't mean much to cultivators, and strength is the most important thing. Unless it is a real peerless divine weapon, a divine weapon that can allow the weak to slash the strong against the sky, for example, the Seven Killing Sword......

Immediately afterwards, the long-bearded old man began to auction the second auction item, a snow ginseng with a century-old medicinal effect.

Soon, this century-old snow ginseng was auctioned off by a family for 150,000 taels.

With the second lot falling, the atmosphere in the auction hall gradually stepped in.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this third lot, I think, will be of interest to you. ”

The long-bearded old man suddenly smiled and groaned, and with a wave of his big hand, the maid on the side hurriedly walked up with a tray, and a dark green jade bottle was placed in the plate.

"This is an elixir that can only be refined by the Heavenly Pill Sect of the Continent's Pill Holy Land, called the Yuan Ling Pill, taking one can restore all the Yuan Power of a mortal realm master. ”

The long-bearded old man carefully took the tray in the maid's hand and placed it on the table beside him, and his voice full of awe made the hall suddenly silent.

"Tiandan Sect ......"

A moment later, a cacophony rang out, and the entire hall was like boiling water. On the Fengyun Continent, the significance of the pill is extraordinary, and the Heavenly Pill Sect, which can refine the pill, is a transcendent holy place in the eyes of everyone.

At this time, Meng Qing, who was sitting in the corner, also had a solemn expression, after all, the price of his own things was the most concerned.

"There are three Yuan Ling Dan here, with a starting price of 300,000 taels, and each increase shall not be less than 10,000 taels......"

Listening to the price quoted by the long-bearded old man, Meng Qing was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, and an ugly look suddenly appeared on his face.

Meng Qing originally thought that these three Yuan Ling Pills could be sold for a maximum of 300,000 taels, but this was still an auction. However, now it seems that I still underestimate the power of the auction, and now I really lose a lot of money!

"Three hundred and fifty thousand taels ......"

"Three hundred and eighty thousand taels ......"

Suddenly, the sound of price raising in the auction hall came and went, like a vicious dog grabbing food, and there was no concession.

Meng Qing also tried it, but he never expected that this Yuan Spirit Pill would be so popular.

With only half a pillar of incense, his three Yuan Ling Pills have been coaxed to a high price of 700,000.

The last bidder was a guest sitting in a private room on the second floor, and after the faint quotation sounded, everyone in the entire hall seemed to hear some terrifying sound, and instantly fell silent.

Meng Qing glanced at the private room on the second floor with some curiosity, but saw nothing. Each private room was closed, with only a small delicate window open, and nothing could be seen from below.

After the guests in a private room on the second floor made an offer, the long-bearded old man looked at the calm auction hall and asked with a smile.

"700,000 taels, but there are still people who increase the price?"

The auction hall below was still silent, and no one dared to speak.

When the long-bearded old man asked twice more and was about to finalize the auction hammer, a woman's voice suddenly came from another private room on the second floor.

"I'll give a million taels ......"