Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Furnace Ding

Both of them rarely appeared in the market, and they felt quite new when they saw everything, and they shopped and stopped all the way to most of the streets.

I was having fun when I was strolling, and suddenly someone was beating a gong and drumming in the distance.

The two glanced at each other, and stepped forward together in tacit understanding, intending to see the excitement.

"Fellow Daoists, don't miss it when you pass by. I was fortunate enough to get two pure yin physique furnace dings, both of which were still chicks. The auction is open here, and I hope you will bid enthusiastically!" shouted a very rugged male cultivator with a large beard.

When Zhi Yao heard that it was an auction furnace, she was furious and tried to squeeze into the crowd.

Seeing this, Ling Che hurriedly opened the way for her in front to prevent her from being squeezed.

The two finally squeezed into the crowd, and then looked at the two nuns on the stage.

At this glance, Rao is Zhiyao almost lost her soul!

A woman lying on her side, with thick waist-length hair scattered to the ground, dressed in a red gauze dress, with a touch of hibiscus flowers on her forehead, and a pair of peach blossom eyes looking at you lightly, it makes people feel that their bones are crispy, and they are really charming to the bones.

Only the word stunner can be described.

Another woman kneeling on the ground was dressed in white, her skin was like snow, her good-looking brows were slightly wrinkled, and there were faint tears on her face, looking lovely and lovely.

The crowd of onlookers was also shocked by the appearance of the two, and the scene fell silent for a while.

"Ahem, fellow Daoists, you have also seen that these are completely two top-notch furnaces!" the bearded male cultivator said loudly, shaking people's eardrums.

"The starting price is one million high-grade spirit stones!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone began to discuss.

"A million, why don't you grab it?" someone choked.

"But isn't it, why don't you go to Longyuan Pavilion and come to Fang Market with such a high price?"

"Ahem, isn't it because I have some personal grudges with Longyuan Pavilion in Xia, otherwise where can I cheapen you. The bearded man replied with some arrogance: "You can't get down without a million in the auction pavilion, as long as you let them keep cultivating, you can no longer worry about your cultivation stagnating." That's something you can't get for money. ”

Zhi Yao frowned, she always felt that the appearance of the woman in red was somewhat familiar, but she was sure that she had never seen this person.

Ling Che was even more angry on the side, his face turned red: "How can they be like this? This is a person, not an object!"

Zhi Yao nodded, the cultivation realm is the weak, if you don't have the strength, you can only be slaughtered.

Do you want to save them? Zhi Yao was a little hesitant, because her intuition told her that this matter was not easy.

The atmosphere was stirred up by the bearded man, and immediately there were people participating in the bidding.

"One hundred and fifty thousand!" a Jindan monk said.

"Huh, you're embarrassed to make a move with that, one and a half million!" another Jindan monk made a move.

"You!two million!" "Two and a half million!" The two competed, and the others did not dare to interfere, these two were Jindan monks, even if they took pictures, they would probably not be blessed.

"But what is higher than two and a half million?" asked the bearded man.

"Sister, I'm afraid. The white-clothed nun suddenly spoke weakly, glanced at the woman in red with a worried expression, and then burst into tears.

Everyone was distressed when they saw the beauty crying.

"Three million!" a teenager snapped out.