Yang Shao sat in his private room, feeling that everything here was very novel, there was a small space of four feet in length and width in front of him, except for a chair and a tabletop with a width of a foot under the window in front of him, the rest was empty, of course, it couldn't accommodate anything.

In fact, each of these windows is the same window up and down, left and right, but it is raised and contracted so that every monk can see the auction table. At the same time, the layout itself produces a great echo, which is nothing more than the echo of the auction table to the inside of the fan-shaped surface.

When the monk made an offer to the auction table, there was a megaphone made of low-grade materials in each private room. Yang Shao sat for a while, looked around and soon found this thing, on the table under the window, and there was a three-legged stand underneath. He peeked out of the window, and saw that the other people in the window had closed the door, closed the curtains, and did the same.

After waiting for a while, the main entrance outside the lobby was finally closed, and the closing line inside was dimmed at once, and then the night pearls on the roof of the building lit up, illuminating a dark light in the venue, which was hazy and just visible. For low-level monks who are unable to use their divine consciousness below the foundation building period, everything is just right.

Yang Shao opened the curtain a little, looked at the auction table, and saw a fifty or sixty-year-old green-robed Taoist priest slowly stepping onto the stage, it was the real person of Jiangfeng, and the whole venue was suddenly silent. Then on the stage were two men, two women, and four monks, sitting behind the real people of Jiangfeng. On either side of these five people, on the left and right, stood twelve young nuns wearing garlands and colorful dresses.

The Jiangfeng Zhenren Tuan made a gesture and said in a loud voice: "Fellow Daoists, Dongling County has specially held the annual Qiaoshan Flower Dynasty Meeting for the vast number of loose cultivators and all low-level monks, and this year it will also be held as scheduled. Poor Dao Jiangfeng is still the presiding officer this year! Of course, it is still according to the old rules, and those with the highest price will get it! Those who are repaired on the second floor are given priority! Those who are encouraged by qualifications! All quotation methods are unified according to inferior spirit stones, and the delivery method is not limited! As for those who need to barter, the four scattered cultivators behind Poor Dao will identify the price together. Presumably, all of you fellow Daoists also know them. ”

While...... With a melodious sound, Jiangfeng Zhenren sat down after the table on the auction table, a female cultivator in a colorful skirt stepped forward with a wooden box, Jiangfeng Zhenren opened the lid and announced loudly: "A medium-grade fire spirit boat flying magic weapon, very suitable for monks who major in fire attribute exercises, the price starts at six thousand inferior spirit stones, and the price increase shall not be less than five hundred inferior spirit stones each time, let's start!"

The medium-grade magic weapon needs at least ten layers of the qi induction period to barely be able to use, the first floor was suddenly quiet, and someone on the second floor soon quoted: "Six thousand five hundred!"

"Seven thousand!" someone said immediately.

"Ten thousand inferior spirit stones!" When Yang Shao heard that the Yuyang Gong he had cultivated was very suitable, he immediately became interested, and immediately jumped to make an offer.

"Ten thousand and five hundred!" another unfamiliar voice added.

"Twelve thousand!" Yang Shao clenched his grip, looking rich and ambitious, and finally there was no one to talk about now.

"The middle-grade fire spirit boat will be obtained by No. 698 at the price of 12,000 inferior spirit stones!"

After asking three times in a row, and after confirming that no one was participating in the bidding, he had to announce. Then, a female cultivator in a colorful skirt went straight to the second floor with a tray in her hand, and came to Yang Shao's private room, and Yang Shao completed the delivery of 1,200 spirit stones.

Next, there were some low-grade magic weapons, low-grade finished talismans, and low-grade pills, all of which were all first-floor monks participating in the auction, of course Yang Shao would not be interested, and after waiting for a while, Jiangfeng Zhenren finally showed a low-grade flame bone shield defense magic weapon, the reserve price was five hundred inferior spirit stones, and finally Yang Shao won it at a price of one thousand.

Jiangfeng Zhenren continued: "A set of two lower-grade Yin Yang Flame Knife attack magic weapons, the base price is eight hundred inferior spirit stones, and each price increase cannot be less than one hundred inferior spirit stones!"

"Nine hundred!" immediately spoke.

"A thousand!" the second person to speak was not to be outdone.

"Two thousand!" Yang Shao was very excited and followed without hesitation.

"Three ......" another person wanted to follow the offer, but soon seemed to react, three thousand words were too much of a loss, immediately stopped, and muttered and cursed a few times.

"A set of two inferior Yin Yang Flame Knives will be attributed to No. 698 at the price of two thousand inferior spirit stones!"

For a long time in the future, it was all low-level magic weapons again, and nothing good appeared, which made Yang Shao lack interest, and just when he was about to leave the scene in advance, another bottle of ten Yang and Dan appeared, and finally won it with three thousand inferior spirit stones.

Yang Shao silently calculated, a total of 1,800 lower grade spirit stones, attack and defense of the lower grade magic weapons, only the flying magic weapon is slightly higher, temporarily used too much mana, so he continued to wait for a while, and finally photographed a lower grade golden wolf shuttle, but spent one hundred and twenty lower grade spirit stones, so that more than half of the four thousand lower grade spirit stones have been used.

Although Yang Shao really wanted to take a few more offensive and defensive magic weapons, he only had so much net worth, and it would be difficult to have a source of spirit stones after using them up this time, so he had to give up and leave the venue in advance.

When he walked out of the Tianjing Pavilion, it was dusk, Yang Shao returned all the way back to his residence, immediately entered the small room where he practiced, and took out a few magic weapons from the storage bag and looked at them one by one, but the fire spirit boat and the golden wolf shuttle quickly put them back, and then took out a copy of "Basic Tips for Alchemy" and looked it up, and found that there were indeed low, low, and medium-grade magic weapons on it.

Yang Shao first took the palm-sized Xuan Turtle Shield and quickly injected mana, and then punched in a spell, the Xuan Turtle Shield swelled to an oval more than three feet long and two feet wide in the blink of an eye, and then waved his hand into a magic trick and threw it out, the Xuan Turtle Shield flashed with spiritual light and rotated around the front of him, and the Xuan Turtle Shield immediately moved with the direction of his mind.

But the farthest distance can only be within three or four feet of the body, otherwise it will move slowly or fall to the ground. It seems that what the book says is right, it is very limited for low-level monks to use their minds to urge magic weapons, and this is a defensive magic weapon. However, Yang Shao thought that if he advanced to the eighth and ninth layers, maybe this range could reach five or six zhang.

Yang Shao took out a pair of Yin Yang Flame Knives, the Yang Knife was white, three inches long, short and wide in shape, and the Yin Knife was black, five inches long, narrow and curved in shape. With his current mana cultivation, it was still a bit difficult to use two magic weapons at the same time, so he had to try them one by one first.

Yang Shao first injected mana into the Yang Knife, and when it grew to more than two feet long, the blade turned into fiery red, and there were red flames jumping on it, Yang Shao suddenly punched out a magic trick, and at the same time, his mind urged him to slash straight to the wall, and with a bang, stone chips splashed, and the Yang Knife slashed into the stone wall at an extremely fast speed, more than a foot deep.

It seems that the power is several times greater than the simple use of spells, Yang Shao was overjoyed in his heart, and continued to try the Yin Knife, when the blade grew to more than three feet long, the black light flashed, and the blade showed a dazzling aura, which was extremely sharp. When Yang Shao's mind urged him to slash towards the stone wall, the Yin Knife was hovering and flying and slashing away, pulling out a deep scratch more than five feet long on the stone wall.

After trying it for more than an hour, Yang Shao gradually became proficient, but it was still a little difficult to control two at the same time, so he continued to practice small spells until the mana was exhausted in the middle of the night.

There is no sense of time in cultivation, I don't know how long it has been, suddenly a firelight floated into the secret room, but it was a signal talisman slowly burning, and Li Xianhui's anxious and complaining voice came from inside: "Yang Daoyou, come out quickly! The younger brother ran away and couldn't find anyone! I can't find it anywhere in the valley, is it here for you?"