Although Qiao Yuan couldn't see Bai Lian's appearance clearly, he was almost eighty percent sure that she was Qing Lian.

But how did she end up here? Why was she regarded as a furnace auction, and what ups and downs had she encountered over the years?

All of a sudden, countless questions surged in Qiao Yuan's mind, making him stunned for a moment.

At this stunned moment, Hongying had already introduced Bailian and said a word, which shocked the audience again.

The White Lotus was voluntarily auctioned.

To tell the truth, this sentence is as ridiculous as the princess of a country who sells herself to bury her father, will the Jindan Dzogchen monk sell herself for some spirit stones? Is this possible? It is simply a great miracle in the world.

The shock was followed by countless doubts, and almost all of them were monks sitting in ordinary seats.

None of the people in the small attic on the second and third floors spoke out to ask questions, and at most their faces showed different colors.

"Fellow Daoists, this matter is indeed approved by Miss Bailian, and our Shengyuan Auction House will act like this, otherwise, I am afraid that it will cause a lot of criticism, and it is really worth the loss. ”

The smile on Hongying's face did not decrease by half a point, waved her hand, signaled everyone to be quiet a little, and turned her head to look at Bai Lian, signaling her to make a gesture as well.

So, under the stunned eyes of everyone, Bai Lian naturally nodded her head.

For a while, the hall was silent, and no one questioned it anymore, even some Jindan stage female cultivators who originally had angry faces shook their heads, and their expressions slowly returned to calm.

Qiao Yuan was also slightly flustered, and then frowned again, secretly saying that Qinglian would never despise herself so much, thinking that she must have some unspeakable hardships.

"Hongying, after all that, don't you want us to see the true face of the beauty?"

At this moment, a rather frivolous voice broke the silence of the hall, causing everyone to come back to their senses, and they all cast curious eyes on the thin veil on Bai Lian's face.

Hongying raised her eyes and saw that she was just meeting the burning gaze of the sixteenth prince, the curvature of her mouth rose again, her willow eyebrows were slightly raised, and the amorous style that was inadvertently revealed was really for any man to resist.

But the burning gaze of the sixteenth prince was on Bai Lian, and he didn't look at Hongying much, it seemed that Bai Lian was the only one on the stage, and there was no Hongying.

"Sixteen princes, you are still that impatient. ”

There was a hint of disgust in Hongying's eyes, and the tone of her voice was even more misleading, and the two of them seemed to have a story.

But before everyone could speculate, Hong Ying had already taken a step back, stood beside Bai Lian, and said softly.

"Miss White Lotus, please remove the veil. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience fell silent again, and almost all the male cultivators focused their eyes on Bai Lian's face, and they didn't dare to blink their eyes, for fear of missing the most important moment.

However, the expressions of the female cultivators are different, some are curious, some are disdainful, some are contemptuous, and some are envious, jealous and hateful.

The sixteenth prince pushed away the two charming women beside him, put his hands on the window, and couldn't wait to jump down, go directly to the stage, and help Bailian remove the veil.

The third prince stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, also staring at Bai Lian intently, although his expression was calm, but the hands behind his back were clenched into fists.

The brocade-clothed young man and the elegant man had an inexplicable smile on their faces, and their eyes flashed with a strong look of interest.

As for the few Yuan Infant Stage monks on the third floor, except for the bearded man who always had an obscene smile, everyone else had a calm face, as if it didn't matter what the white lotus looked like to them.

In the silent venue, no other sound could be heard except for the breathing of the male cultivators.

Bai Lian's motionless delicate body trembled slightly, and her Qianqian Su hand, which had always been in the white sleeves, slowly lifted up, exposing herself to everyone's sight.

The white jade is the skin, and the fine bamboo is the bone, and only these eight characters can describe the extremely beautiful clotted soft wattle.

What's even more commendable is that the onion-like hand is extremely elegant, which makes people not want to blaspheme at all, and just want to watch it from such a distance.

She hesitated for a moment, lowered her head slightly, retracted her smooth chin, and then lowered her hand slightly, removing the hazy veil.

Quiet, extremely quiet, at this time, even the slightest sound of everyone's breathing could not be heard, but when the true face of the white lotus was completely displayed in front of everyone's eyes, there were bursts of inhalation.

It was a face that I don't know how to describe, it was indeed beautiful, but just two words could not sum it up.

The eyebrows of the willow leaves are flying, the charm of the moon contains eyes, the skin of snow can be broken, and the faces of flowers are full of surprise.

At this moment, as long as the male cultivator is not strong-hearted, he is obsessed with White Lotus.

That look was like seeing a haunting Nine Heavens Fairy, wanting to get closer, but fearing that his mortal heart would defile the holy brilliance of the White Lotus.

The eyes of the three princes and others flashed with amazement, and they couldn't help but secretly praise the national color and fragrance in their hearts, but in the end, they are tenacious and well-informed people, and they will not show obsession like others.

As for the sixteenth prince, he kept smacking his tongue, the light in his eyes flickered, and his heart said that only such a posture is worthy of this prince, and after taking a picture of her, he must ask his father to canonize her as a princess.

And the digital infant monks on the third floor, their expressions have hardly changed, and even if they do, they are just secretly praising this girl for having a good skin.

At this moment, I am afraid that only Qiao Yuan's mind is the most complicated, even if he is eighty percent confident that Bai Lian is Qinglian, but after seeing her appearance, Qiao Yuan's heart still set off a monstrous wave.

Yes, she is indeed the Xuanming Kingdom of the Nantai Continent, the hall master of the Qinglian Hall of the Hehuan Sect, Qinglian.

Her appearance and temperament are almost the same as when Qiao Yuan met in the Nantai Continent, and she is still like a wet lotus that comes out of the mud and is not stained.

If you have to find a difference, it is that Qinglian's expression is faintly numb, and there is no focus in her clear eyes, as if she is not in the same world as the full house.

"What the hell did she go through?"

Qiao Yuan frowned, thinking secretly, he really didn't understand how such a beautiful woman with Zhong Lingyu could appear on such an occasion.

But at this moment, the sixteenth prince seemed to be unable to wait to hug the beauty, looked at Hongying, and said urgently.

"Hongying, let's start quickly, this prince can't wait to welcome the future princess into the palace. ”

"The future princess?"

Hearing these four words, many female cultivators who admired the Sixteen Princes were heartbroken, and many male cultivators sighed secretly, showing heartache on their faces, but they did not show the slightest surprise.

This kind of appearance, as well as the cultivation of the Jindan Great Perfection, not to mention being a princess for the sixteenth prince, even if it is for the Yuan Infant Monk to be a Taoist couple, it is enough to be qualified.

In fact, as long as the people who know the inside story, they don't have the intention of treating Qinglian as a furnace at all, and most of them come here to participate in the auction, most of them want to marry Qinglian.

After all, her cultivation is there, no matter which family she goes to, she is a person who is a pillar of the pivot.

Only the Shengshi Business Alliance has deep wealth and strong strength, so it doesn't care about a Jindan Great Perfection monk and auctions it off.

"Now, the last round of auctions of Shengyuan Auction House has officially begun, which one has the highest bid, from now on, the White Lotus girl will belong to that person, never repent, and is willing to make an oath with the demon in her heart. ”

Hongying's wide sleeves waved lightly, glanced at everyone, and finally fell between the second and third floors, and said in a slightly solemn tone.

After speaking, Qinglian nodded her head lightly as if in response, and then a smile appeared on Hongying's face and continued.

"10,000 high-grade spirit stones start, fellow Daoists, please bid. ”

"What? 10,000...... Top-grade spirit stones?"

As soon as the reserve price came out, the monks in the hall were shocked, of course, not because Bai Lian was not worth the price, but because the reserve price exceeded everyone's expectations.

You must know that the exchange ratio between spirit stones is one hundred to one, that is, one hundred lower-grade spirit stones are equal to one medium-grade spirit stone, and one hundred medium-grade spirit stones are equal to one high-grade spirit stone.

As for the best spirit stones, they are too rare, and the exchange ratio is different.

Even so, no one was willing to exchange a high-grade spirit stone for a medium-grade spirit stone, nor was there a willingness to exchange a medium-grade spirit stone for a lower-grade spirit stone.

Therefore, on the surface, these 10,000 high-grade spirit stones are equal to one million medium-grade spirit stones, but their actual value is far more than one million medium-grade spirit stones.

If some monks can take out one million medium-grade spirit stones, or even two million medium-grade spirit stones, they may not be able to take out ten thousand high-grade spirit stones.

This alone is the only way to stop the minds of ninety percent of the monks here, and only a few people on the second and third floors are eligible to bid, so they still have to look at the excitement and open their eyes.

"If it is a medium-grade spirit stone, this prince can quote at will, and he can use a high-grade spirit stone...... I don't really have much. ”

The sixteenth prince frowned slightly and muttered in a low voice.

Not only him, but the three princes, the young man in brocade, and the elegant man were also secretly thinking in their hearts.

As a result, the venue became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the Sixteen Princes and the others, to see what kind of sky-high price they would offer.

"Cheng Mou gave out 20,000 high-grade spirit stones. ”

It's a pity that the person on the second floor hasn't spoken yet, but the bearded man on the third floor licked his lips and said in a thick voice.

As soon as these words came out, many monks gasped in unison, and secretly said that this is the wealth and wealth, and they actually raised the price by 10,000 high-grade spirit stones in one go.

In this way, everyone saw that the bearded man had the intention of achieving it, and warned the others not to fight.

But this time, the sixteenth prince was unwilling to give up his appointed princess, so he didn't bother to think about it anymore, so he spoke aloud.

"Thirty thousand high-grade spirit stones. ”

These six words once again caused a sound of inhalation, and everyone also understood that the sixteenth prince said that he would welcome the future princess into the palace, not a joke, but a real thing.

The bearded man frowned, snorted coldly, and didn't say anything, obviously even if he was a Yuan Infant Cultivator, he had to take into account the identity of the Sixteenth Prince.

"This prince has 32,000 high-grade spirit stones. ”

The third prince glanced at the sixteenth prince on the other side of the windowsill, and said without changing his face.

As soon as his words were settled, the brocade-clothed young man by the other small window spoke indifferently, not caring at all that it was two princes and a Yuan Infant monk who were bidding with him.

"Thirty-three thousand high-grade spirit stones. ”

"Bid 35,000 high-grade spirit stones. ”

The elegant man showed a look of good show on his face, picked up the teacup and took a sip gently, and then the young man in brocade said.