Ye Shaowen went to the council hall and received the monthly resources of these days, plus the remuneration for managing the medicine garden, there were also dozens of spirit stones and several bottles of Qingqi Pill.

"That Qi Condensing Pill is so sought-after, I'm afraid I can't buy it without hundreds of spirit stones. Suddenly, his heart moved, and he walked to the market, looking for a suitable place to set up a stall. I saw several bottles of Qingqi Pill, a flying sword of about half an inch, and a few exercise books on the stall.

"Pure Yang Old Dao, you have to help me, if I can use your relics to complete the foundation, it will not be a disappointing ......"

Soon, the Qingqi Pill was bought, and then, several people came to ask the price of this flying sword, but they all felt that the price was too high and gave up. Ye Shaowen is not in a hurry, after all, he has some eyesight now, this flying sword is indeed extraordinary, and it can be regarded as a first-class magic weapon, and it is impossible to sell it cheaply.

"Senior brother, can you sell me this flying sword?" The voice was crisp and lovely, as if pleading. Ye Shaowen looked up, only to see a girl in a green skirt and said, this female cultivator is delicate, holding the corners of her skirt with both hands, I really feel sorry! Ye Shaowen was unmoved, and said lightly: "Of course you can, this junior sister, as long as you take out a hundred spirit stones, this flying sword will naturally be yours." The girl snorted in her heart, but she didn't want to give up the flying sword, so she bit her lip tightly and froze there for a while.

Ye Shaowen also felt a little embarrassed, he was also a disciple of the Liuyun Sect, and he was not too ruthless, and said to her: "This senior sister, do you have a Taoist couple?" The girl's face turned red coldly, and she was a little angry, this person actually asked such a thing! But she still nodded slightly. Ye Shaowen continued: "You just summon him and make up enough for a hundred spirit stones." ”

The girl hesitated for a while, and finally responded, only to see her take out a colorful snail-shaped magic weapon, quite small, the corners of her mouth moved, I don't know what to say on it, after a while, sure enough, a man arrived, and it was already a foundation to build. The girl seemed to be a little twisted, but the man smiled at her disapprovingly, turned to look at the flying sword carefully, and said, "This junior brother, your flying sword is really good." Then he took out a hundred spirit stones and handed them to Ye Shaowen, picked up the flying sword again, and left with the girl. Ye Shaowen looked at this scene, the corners of his mouth grinned, he was speechless for a long time, and then closed the stall and left.

"I'm afraid that those few exercise books of the Pure Yang Old Dao will only be bought by casual cultivators, the sect has its own inheritance, but now there are two hundred spirit stones, it should be no problem to buy a Qi Condensing Pill!"

Ye Shaowen has nothing to do in the past few days, he goes to Chuangong Building every day to listen to his senior brother talk about the way of building a foundation, this day, he was listening to the heart's content, suddenly a touch of light blue came into the corner of his eyes, his heart thumped, and he hurriedly turned his head to look, but only at the entrance of the second floor, he captured a fleeting back. Ye Shaowen couldn't be a little still, he looked at the senior brother who was talking on the stage, but his mind was blank, and his eyes looked up unconsciously.

"Hey, I was really shocked by that senior sister!" Ye Shaowen shook his head, forcing himself to calm down and listen to the Fa carefully, but it was faint, I'm afraid only he knows.

Unconsciously, the dusk had arrived, most of the surrounding junior brothers had left, only a few people remained, and the senior brother on the stage gradually slowed down, ready to end. Ye Shaowen usually listens to it and leaves in a few hours, but today he is still sitting here...... The senior brother has already finished leaving the backstage, and the surrounding junior brothers have also left. Ye Shaowen sat here alone, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, but he couldn't lift his butt for a long time, only to hear him sigh heavily, and finally got up and prepared to leave, his heart was beating again, he felt that the person who was haunted by his dreams was coming!

Ye Shaowen couldn't help but look over, curling Nana, gentle and subtle, wearing a light blue long dress, like a Nine Heavens Xuannu, she doesn't eat fireworks in the world. With a smile on her eyebrows and a shy face, it seems to show that she is still a beautiful woman in this mortal world, making people close and unbearable, indulging and unable to extricate herself.

Ye Shaowen has been inseparable from her since she came down. She seemed to feel something, looked at Ye Shaowen, and saw that this person was staring directly at her, she was slightly annoyed, and then turned her head. Suddenly, she seemed to feel that this person was somewhat familiar, and she glanced at him again, and her cheeks flushed for a moment, and she stopped.

The two men behind her noticed that his eyes were different, and he was a little annoyed, so Wang Yun said coldly to Ye Shaowen: "This junior brother, but is there something wrong?" Ye Shaowen came back to his senses and saw that his eyes were not good, and he also understood a little in his heart. He replied: "Oh, I received the favor of this senior sister in the council hall last time, but I haven't had time to ask for Fang's name? ”

"No need. Wang Yun replied coldly, then turned around to open the way for the beautiful woman, and wanted to leave. Ye Shaowen was quite disappointed, but heard her whisper: "Wanyu." "The voice is soft and gripping. Ye Shaowen looked at her back until she disappeared, and silently recited the name several times in his heart.

......

In the blink of an eye, the day of the opening of the Liuyun Sect Auction House had arrived, Ye Shaowen did not hurry to go to the Baoluo Pavilion, and after paying ten spirit stones at the door, he went in to find a place to sit in the back. Although the inside of the Baoluo Pavilion is very spacious, this is a big event of the sect, and there will naturally be no fewer disciples who come, and the front row or the middle position has long been occupied by some disciples with cultivation backgrounds or higher qualifications, Ye Shaowen naturally will not do these senseless disputes.

However, the auction process is fair and impartial, and there is no doubt that bullying and bullying are not allowed. Ye Shaowen looked ahead, but he didn't find Senior Sister Wanyu, so he closed his eyes and waited for the opening.

I don't know how long it took, an old man in a robe came to the front desk and said in a loud voice: "This Dao cultivation is low, and my knowledge is limited, so I will be the host of this auction house, if there are any shortcomings, please also ask all senior brothers and disciples to be considerate." With that, he arched his hand to the audience. All the disciples didn't dare, Ye Shaowen looked at this old way, but he didn't know which elder in the sect it was, it was estimated that other qi refining disciples had rarely seen it, but the disciples above the foundation should be familiar with it, after all, they could often hear the elders talk about the Fa.

I only heard him continue: "I believe that many disciples come with needs, but they may not be able to photograph, I hope these disciples will not be depressed, and they will not be persistent, the immortal road is thousands of heavy, and they have their own guiding lights, it is also good to increase their knowledge." He cleared his throat and said, "I won't say much about other gossip, and I believe that the disciples don't like to listen to it very much." The first thing in this auction, a five-colored gourd, this thing is used by the elders of this sect Qi during the light period, if the other party's cultivation is lower than his own, one can be sucked into it if he is not careful, and it is difficult to break out, and it can be used as a flying vehicle, and the speed is considerable, but I have to remind all the disciples that this treasure can only be barely controlled by the mana of the foundation building period. The starting price is two hundred spirit stones, and each auction is not less than twenty spirit stones, if there are other treasures exchanged. ”

This colorless gourd is indeed good, but the bidding is obviously all senior brothers above the foundation, Ye Shaowen also saw the excitement, and the colorless gourd was finally auctioned for four hundred and sixty spirit stones.

The old Taoist took out another thing, and said, "This thing is a set of formations, and it has no ability to attack and defend, but it can detect mana movements within a radius of five hundred miles, and it is used as a warning reminder, and it is from the hands of the disciples of Xuanji Pavilion!" The voice fell, and there was a sensation in the audience, it was actually the production of the Xuanji Pavilion of Shangzong. Although everyone was shocked, this formation was really a bit chicken, and they were waiting for the elder's quotation at the moment.

Lao Dao looked down and saw that it was gradually quieting down, and said: "The starting price is one hundred spirit stones, and the price increase is not less than ten yuan, only exchange them for spirit stones!"

Ye Shaowen smiled slightly bitterly, he was afraid that it was such a chicken thing, and he couldn't buy it, and he didn't know how much the Qi Condensing Pill would cost, so he was nervous in his heart.

......

The auction is in full swing, but almost all of them are used by disciples above Zhuji, but Senior Brother Mingzhong said that the Qi Condensing Pill got the auction house, and there should be no fake.

"This fairy sword is the magic weapon of the disciples of the younger generations of the Huang Ting Sect, the disciple is already a Bigu cultivator, and he has been trained outside, but he was entangled by a Jindan monk who lost his mind, and he couldn't see it, and the same door couldn't come to help, it happened that the head of the sect passed by, and sent that person, and the disciples of the Huang Ting Sect reciprocated, so he sent the fairy sword specially given by the sect to the head of the sect to reward his junior disciples, and there were no disciples in the head at that time, and there were no descendants, so he handed it over to the auction house and gave it to the disciples who were destined in the door. He looked at the audience, and all the disciples were talking, looking at the fairy sword, his eyes burning.

The magic weapon of the upper sect is naturally a collection of the essence of the world, and the supreme magic power, forged out, and it is rumored that the fairy sword in the Huang Ting Sect has been passed down for a long time, and the spirit of the instrument has been conceived, and it has become a psychic state.

The presiding elder continued: "This immortal sword is called Dial Cloud, which is not measurable by spirit stones, but the head of the sect cherishes his disciples, and the price is slightly five hundred spirit stones, and the price increase is not less than fifty, everyone, let's start." ”

"Six hundred spirit stones. ”

"Six hundred and fifty. ”

"Eight hundred. ”

.............

"A thousand spirit stones, I am bound to get this Yunxian Sword. The voice was a little arrogant.

Everyone followed the prestige, and suddenly realized that it was Feng Yuan, the head disciple. Everyone didn't know if they were afraid of his momentum, or they couldn't get a higher spirit stone, and no one shouted for a while. The elder on the stage frowned slightly, and said loudly: "Feng Yuan, don't be presumptuous. Feng Yuan's face was solemn, and he replied: "I don't dare to break the rules, this fairy sword is still the one with the highest price." ”

At this time, another voice sounded: "One thousand and one hundred spirit stones." ”

Feng Yuan said lightly: "One thousand two hundred." ”

......

No one bid for this fairy sword, and it fell into the hands of Feng Yuan.