With a "swish", the monks in the hall were attracted by the small blue flag, although the old man did not say demagogic words, all the people present were knowledgeable people, and their eyes were burning to look at the small flag.

Han Yu lowered his head, he didn't dare to buy anything he liked today. The Qingjiao Banner on his body should be three points stronger than the Qingyun Banner, and he was inexplicably happy when he thought of it.

Han Yu was not interested, but the monks around him had already attracted all their attention to the treasure and began to scramble to make a move!

"Two hundred and eight!"

"Five hundred!"

"I'll give out six hundred spirit stones!"

“.....”

Just when Han Yu was bored, the price of this "Qingyun Banner" was soaring, and soon it came to a terrifying price!

"Eight hundred and fifty spirit stones!"

A round-faced monk calmly shouted a high price!

"Nine hundred spirit stones!"

The monk in the corner quoted a high price with some annoyance, and everyone could hear the gnashing of teeth.

"Nine hundred and ten spirit stones, this magic weapon is of great use to me, and I hope that Daoist friends will give me quite one or two. The round-faced monk said as he arched his hand into the corner.

"Nine hundred and three!"

The monk in Tsing Yi, who was sitting in the corner, did not back down at all, and said coldly: "If you have a spirit stone, even if you increase the price, I will accompany you to the end!"

As soon as the monk in Tsing Yi said this, the round-faced monk sneered and did not increase the price, but he glanced at the monk in green clothes meaningfully.

No one raised the price, and the monk in Tsing Yi bought the Qingyun Banner at a high price, and returned to his seat with a blank face.

The bidding just now stimulated everyone's nerves, and the atmosphere in the originally deserted hall suddenly became hot, and all kinds of magic weapons, pills, and rare raw materials were all snapped up.

Han Yu sat in the corner without saying a word, a wind attribute spirit stone also appeared in the auction just now, but in order not to expose himself, he still gave up and waited for the end of the auction.

Han Yu was even more jealous of the power of the Blood River Alliance in his heart, and he actually held an auction under the nose of the Qingyang Sect, if one day the high-level leaders of the Qingyang Sect knew about this, their faces would be dull, right?

Han Yu was thinking about it, the old man had already sold out most of the items, took out a small box from the storage bag and put it on the table.

"Karasuma Dan and Tsuki-dan each but not only sold, everyone knows that the value does not need to be old and bother, everyone bids on their own, if the spirit stone is insufficient, you can accept bartering!"

"Tsukidan and Karasuma Dan?" Han Yu's heart moved, and he sat up straight suddenly, staring at the box with his eyes a little hot.

Han Yu is familiar with the classics, of course he knows the "Karasuma Pill", this kind of pill is known as the small Zhuji Dan among low-level monks, and taking Karasuma Pill can easily break through the next layer!

Everyone present was frightened by the magnanimity of the auction, and then their eyes were about to erupt into flames, staring at the two pills, one black and one blue!

"Eight hundred spirit stones?"

A voice rang out from the middle, and a man in a yellow cloak hesitantly called out a price.

"Nine hundred spirit stones!"

"One thousand two hundred spirit stones!"

"Fifteen hundred spirit stones!"

As soon as the voice fell, countless monks rushed to increase the price, and in the blink of an eye, these two pills had reached a sky-high price of nearly two thousand!

"I'll give you 1,600 spirit stones, plus this machine armor!" a monk stood up and said in a loud voice.

I saw that the monk stepped forward and slapped a simple battle armor on the table, and the old man picked up the battle armor and estimated the price: "This thing is worth seven hundred spirit stones, and now two thousand three hundred spirit stones, do any Taoist friends continue to increase the price?"

The monks present were not angry, and they took out some treasures to evaluate, the scene seemed a little chaotic, Han Yu sat quietly in the corner and did not come forward, he had just heard that the person who took out the battle armor was the Huangshan boy, but he didn't expect him to have so much money on him.

The three monks sitting on the chairs also came to help with the estimate, but no one could exceed two thousand three, and the young man with the mask was very proud in his heart.

Qin Feng, who was sitting in the front row, didn't step forward either, and Han Yu couldn't see the hesitation on his face as he sat in the back.

Waiting for everyone to leave disappointed, Qin Feng gritted his teeth and stood up violently, took out a delicate wooden box from his arms and stepped forward.

Qin Feng slapped the wooden box on the table, and the old man cautiously opened the wooden box, only to see a talisman with a small gray sword painted on it lying in the box.

"Fu Bao!" the old man exclaimed.

Although Qin Feng's face was a little reluctant, he still pretended to be calm and said, "How many spirit stones is my rune treasure worth?"

The old man picked up the talisman and observed it carefully, and said loudly: "The talisman treasure has only been used twice, and it is worth three thousand five hundred spirit stones!"

The monks present also knew about the rune treasure, but they didn't expect that someone would be willing to take out the rune treasure in exchange for Tsukidan. The former has the capital that is proud of its peers, and the latter is the hope of building the foundation.

The young man next to him was a little gloomy when he heard this, and wanted to take back the machine armor on the table, but the old man's hand pressed up, the young man was taken aback, and the people in the hall were also nervous.

"Don't panic, everyone!" the old man saw the look of everyone as if they were facing a great enemy, and took out a box from the storage bag with a smile and handed it over.

The young man subconsciously opened the box, his face showed joy, he took out the spirit stone from the storage bag and said happily: "The machine armor is yours!"

After the monks in the hall looked at each other a few times, there was some hesitation in their eyes, and some of the older monks vaguely guessed that it was another Tsukidan, otherwise they would not agree so easily.

The two of them happily returned to their seats, and the eyes of the monks around them were a little meaningful, and they didn't dare to make a move at this auction, and it would be difficult to say after they went out.

Two pills were auctioned, and the auction here was over. The following is the time for free trading, and those who do not want to trade can leave this place from the stone gate.

Qin Feng and the young man hurriedly walked out, and the monks in the hall also followed out tacitly, and Han Yu's eyes flashed slightly and left quietly.

There were a few monks who wanted to trade freely, and when they saw that everyone was almost gone, they naturally lost their mood. With a cup of tea, there was not a single figure in the huge hall, and they all walked cleanly.

"It's all arranged!" the old man said coldly with a smile on his face.

"It's all arranged!" the woman said with a smile.

"The gnome in the corner and the nun sitting in the middle didn't come forward to trade, so they didn't know their details. The masked man in a rough voice bowed and said.

The corners of the old man's mouth raised a sneer: "That dwarf only has four layers of qi refining, and the female cultivator in the middle is a great consummation of qi refining, how can these juniors hide it from me!"

"The seniors look at them like torches, and the juniors admire them!" said another grimace monk in a somewhat sharp voice.

The old man left with his hands behind his back, and the man with a sharp voice took out the spirit beast bag, and a group of colored moths flew out of it, and flew towards the chairs where the monks had sit.

"Miss Chen's clever plan, these monks would never have thought that the chairs were smeared with pollen!" the rough-voiced monk laughed.

"The pollen of the Sanssouci flower is colorless and odorless, but the phantom moth can track it. The woman surnamed Chen said with some pity, "It's a pity that pollen can only last for six hours." ”

"Haha, there is no such thing as perfect in this world. A sharp voice sneered.

Han Yu went out of the shop and went directly to the rice shop, made a mark on the wall, and then turned to leave, the current Mengcheng was like the center of the storm, and he wanted to escape as soon as possible.

Han Yu was packing up his things in the inn, and when he saw a colorful moth flying through the window, Han Yu's face became extremely ugly!

A few days ago, he was plotted by Jubaolou with this trick, but he didn't expect to go to an auction and win again.

Han Yu stood at the window and glanced out, and saw two sneaky monks hanging outside the inn, and the colored moth circled and flew into their hands.

Han Yu's face sank, packed up the package and went downstairs, walking towards the lively street.

Han Yu had been a strategic envoy before, and he had a little experience in tracking and counter-tracking, and he disappeared into the vast sea of people after a while.

The faces of the two monks who followed changed their faces, and the colored moth in their hands waved their wings and flew out, and the two hurriedly followed.

Han Yu squatted beside the foul-smelling gong bucket, and suddenly saw the colored moth fly in through the hole in the wooden plank, circle around and fly outside.

Han Yu wanted to kill the colored moth, but he could only hold back when he thought that it was likely to be exposed. I saw him walk out of it casually and slowly walked into the crowd.