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On the day of the auction, the rain poured down, but it could not extinguish the anger that had been burning in the hearts of the monks earlier.

The place where the Wanbao Pavilion Hanshan City Trading Conference was held was on a tower-shaped square, as early as a few days ago, there was a temporary stall, and the booth qualifications were sold out as early as half a month ago, and now the ban on the square was lifted, and the monks from all walks of life who were under the torrential rain suddenly poured in.

There is a formation in the square, and no matter how big the rain curtain is, it is difficult to penetrate in, but it leaks along the trajectory of the formation shield, which has become a natural barrier for the trading conference to block the eyes of the outside world.

At this time, there are still three hours before the auction opens, Ning Wuxin did not have the intention of waiting for tea, after many stalls opened, she took Fu Li straight into the square to hang out, she has participated in this kind of trading conference too many times, she is familiar with the road, and her vision is so high, she doesn't need to look closely, just sweep casually, you can get a rough idea, walk a long way, and there is no eye to see.

It's not too bad, it's just that it's useless to her, so it's time to take a look.

Fu Li is the first time to participate, even though the little face is full of calm, but when he sees something that makes him curious, he will still stop and look, although the child was born in Jiuqu Lane, but his own talent is due to his own talent, and he has the experience of this time, and Ning Wuxin mentions it from time to time, even if he is still a little restrained at the beginning, he is quickly relieved.

Ning Wuxin is not in a hurry, so he will accompany him to stop, and occasionally he will make a statement with the voice that the two of them can hear, and the euphemistic taste, but the two of them are lowly cultivated, and the stall owner who can grab the stall qualification is somewhat higher than the two of them, and then whisper, in fact, it is difficult to escape the ears of everyone, but Ning Wuxin himself does not care, and he does his own thing, and when he says it, the stall owner will laugh and say that it is bad, because of his euphemism, the stall owner only frowns, and he can't find an excuse to make trouble.

Fu Li completely understood the meaning.

When Ning Wuxin and the two of them were wandering around the trading conference, the people who were secretly watching also made small moves, but it was a pity that there were many people, and these people were not able to find the right time to make a move.

But I have to say that these people are extremely patient.

Ten days have passed, and he still hasn't given up, but Fan Ning has no intention of walking out of the yard, so he takes one step at a time, Ning Wuxin is used to it, and even sneers are disdainful, and let these jumping clowns jump first, and have a few more secret guards and followers.

After turning for more than two hours, until finally, Ning Wuxin stopped in a position with a lot of people, close to a stall that was incompatible with the trading conference in the market, the stall was inconspicuous, and the stall owner was also very inconspicuous, and what could attract her to approach, one was that the stall was too deserted, and the inconspicuous stall owner gave Ning Wuxin a weird moment, and the other was Fu Li.

Just now, the child wrote a word on the palm of her hand: Trick. Apparently aware of the strangeness in it.

Ning Wuxin didn't know that Fu Li's heavy pupil talent awakened heart eye could detect the thoughts of others' "seven emotions and six desires", but he knew that although Fu Li was young, he was not a person with no purpose, and there was still room for time.

The stall owner is a young man who is not amazing, a sixth-rank body, and his cultivation is not high, and he has a sixth-level qi refining layer.

It's just that within three feet of Ning Wuxin's approaching the stall, the ink cicada, which had been silent for a long time, was already consistent with Ning Wuxin's pulse rhythm, and suddenly there were several unusual beats! This suddenly stirred up Ning Wuxin's curiosity, which was only three points of his original body, and turned into four or five points.

When the two approached, the stall owner didn't mean to come forward to greet him, so he squinted, glanced at the two, and then crossed Erlang's legs and continued to appreciate and study the wood carving in his hand.

Ning Wuxin pressed the ink cicada hidden in his sleeve and wrapped in gloves, revealing an interested look, and looked at the "antiques" on the stall.

There are more than a dozen things in total, which can make Ning Wuxin say more, but three or five are mainly because of her extremely high vision, but regardless of this, the true origin of these things cannot be regarded as ordinary in the eyes of the Qi Refining Realm and even the Foundation Building Cultivator.

If her vision hadn't dissipated with rebirth, I am afraid that there would be some "chances" hidden in those three or five things that were unknown to outsiders.

It's even worth fighting for ordinary monks.

It's a pity that there are not many people with Ning Wuxin's eyesight in this small and pitiful Hanshan City, and there are very few of them.

As for these small and pitiful "chances", whether they are a curse or a blessing, they are not worth considering if they are unintentional or unintentional.

This is also one of the reasons why this stall is so crowded, and the second reason is the price.

When Ning Wuxin seemed to be extremely interested in picking up a bronze hairpin and asking for the price, the stall owner didn't even look at what it was, and his indifferent voice had come out, "Thirty thousand spirit stones, refuse to bargain", Ning Wuxin didn't say anything, and the monk who happened to pass by couldn't help but look sideways when he heard this, but he saw the thing in Ning Wuxin's hand, but it was sparse and ordinary, and he suddenly lost interest, pouted and walked away with a disgusted face.

Ning Wuxin naturally wouldn't be the boss of this wrong, and put down the bronze hairpin, and immediately, Fu Lixin's eyes behind her also moved, and at the same time that the child's heart eye locked on one of the things, Ning Wuxin's palm just fell on it, which was a wooden object.

Wood is good wood, how good is it, just a small piece of the palm of the hand, it is worth 10,000 gold.

Lock spirit wood.

The best material for refining the Five-Rank Soul Locking Talisman.

And at this moment, Fu Li had already drawn another word on Ning Wuxin's hand: sword.

Obviously, the child used his heavy pupils, and noticed that he saw the abnormality in the lock spirit wood, Ning Wuxin lowered his eyes slightly, and Fu Li's slightly pale face came into view, so he took the opportunity to ask the price.

At this point, the stall owner's eyes were still only a little slit, he glanced at the two of them, pulled his mouth, and then said lightly: "Fifty thousand spirit stones, no bargaining." But in the slightly squinted eyes, the shrewdness that passed away in a flash did not escape Ning Wuxin's scrutiny.

Obviously, he noticed Fu Li's movements and sat on the ground to raise the price.

Ning Wuxin stopped talking, and without even hesitation, after a flash of different colors, he directly took out one of the several storage bags that had been prepared earlier from his sleeve pocket and threw it on the stall, which contained five thousand medium-grade spirit stones.

Just after the young stall owner quoted the price, another monk passing by looked at the stall owner with idiotic eyes - not to mention that this thing is worthless in their eyes, even if it is really worth 50,000 spirit stones, how can a monk who is enough to come to the trading conference to hang around!?

Only the next moment, the eyes of the monks who noticed this "antique" stall were all wide, they were not just looking at idiots, they were completely stunned, I didn't expect that there were really more idiots who paid money and paid 50,000 spirit stones!?

"This person's brain is fine, right!?" When these monks reacted, the first thought was-to, this big, small and yellow-haired girl must have been invited by the stall owner!

After all, whether it is Ning Wuxin or Fu Li, the low cultivation is too pitiful, especially Ning Wuxin, who is only at the third level of Qi refining at such an age, except for that face is worth a little money, there is nothing on his body that can meet the mark of smashing him with 50,000 spirit stones in one go.

These monks couldn't help but complain in their hearts: The three of you are in one play, you are really stupid to be someone else!?

The second thought was hesitation - this thing is really worth 50,000 spirit stones!?

The third thought has been transformed, if these 50,000 spirit stones are true, then ......

Just when some unsightly thoughts were breeding in the hearts of these monks, a voice as clear as flowing water suddenly broke in, "I am willing to give out 80,000 spirit stones, I wonder if the little Taoist friend is willing to resell this thing to Zaixia?"

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