As soon as the news of the colorful phoenix spread, the monks in the Lingcheng territory were in an uproar, even if they were only branch descendants, they were also the Divine Phoenix clan.

Not to mention the Great Blessing Source Monk who got the colorful phoenix, this incident made the Luofan Hall auction house have not produced a treasure program with shocking treasures for hundreds of years, and it has re-ascended to the high tide, plus some gratifying small treasures that have appeared intermittently, this program is in the limelight for a while in the territory of Lingcheng.

Decades have passed, and it may not be too long in the eyes of immortal cultivators, but it is enough to make many things fade in the eyes of the world.

The same is true for the betting program of the Luofan Temple Auction House, starting from the Colorful Phoenix, as long as the news of the betting program is released slightly, even if it is a small auction on the same day, the auction hall is full, and now the three foreign objects are still not publicized, regardless of the number of people in the auction hall, the same betting program is launched.

"What has not been forgotten is only the existence of supreme cultivation, as long as it has not fallen for a day, it has been written for thousands of years. Chen San, who had all kinds of rumors about the betting show, suddenly flashed such a sentence.

Chen San's thoughts were tumbling, and the moon eyebrows on the stage had finished explaining, and the jade hand grabbed the big red silk.

Putting away his thoughts, Chen San looked at a few things that appeared as the big red silk fell.

A book with black letters on a blue background and silk thread binding on the cover, the amazing eyesight of the immortal cultivator made Chen San even though he was far away and could see the four ancient characters of "Lingcheng Travel" on it at a glance.

A spherical, pumpkin-sized, slimy earthy yellow mud that will slump down at any time, and the mud-like earthy mud remains spherical from beginning to end, supported by a small part of the earthy yellow mud.

A five-foot-long, human-arm thick, charcoal-like object, its surface is black and shiny, and you can faintly see the aura flowing like ink lines inside.

After removing the moon eyebrows of the big red silk and waiting for the monks on the field to watch it, Lianbu walked to the books, and his charming and pleasant voice sounded, explaining to the monks.

The book titled "Lingcheng Travels" has been appraised by a senior appraiser at the auction house, and its pages are made of leaves from the Yaolang Lingshu tree that is at least 3,000 years old, the silk thread bound is the silk spit out by the ancient exotic beast Qingning silkworm, and the pen and ink written on the book are refined from the underground ink pool that only oozes one drop a year in the nine cold places.

It is a book made of such precious and unusual materials and treasures, but what is written inside is some ordinary poetry and travelogue. The appraisers who didn't believe in the simplicity of this book tried all the methods they could think of, including using various manifestation techniques and drugs, and finding the great writers of the mortal world to interpret the words, etc.

After the test was fruitless, even if the appraisers still insisted on their own ideas, they could only put the book on the auction, hoping that people who had a great opportunity could interpret it after getting the book, and finished the ideas of the appraisers.

As for the weird earthy yellow mud ball, it has always maintained a spherical shape, not to mention, any part of the mud ball will form a mud pillar, once you let go, it will quickly eject back and return to its original appearance.

The mud ball that is divided into two halves will also be like a spirit, one side will turn into a smaller mud ball, and automatically roll straight to the other half, and then re-stick together, turning back into a complete earthy yellow mud ball.

The characteristics of the mud ball are so weird, and there is no spiritual power inside, although in the Xuantian Million Realm, there is no trace of spiritual power everywhere, but when the appraisers find a master who is proficient in refining for verification, the part of the mud ball that was cut off cannot be refined and fixed under the refining master's various refining methods, and it still turns into a ball and rolls straight towards another part of the mud ball.

After another experiment to no avail, the earthy yellow mud ball was sent to the auction, looking forward to the destined person.

The last charcoal-shaped long thing has a good aura inside, and its characteristics are the same as the appearance, fragile and easy to fold and difficult to refine, but this kind of spiritual object is unanimously agreed by all the appraisers that it has never been seen in the spiritual inheritance realm, and it may not have its special use.

After many experiments, the charcoal-shaped artifact was put up for auction for the same reason.

There are many betting programs in the auction of the Luo Fan Temple, and to put it bluntly, this is the case, and it is very likely that the monk auctioned it is useless waste. If it weren't for the occasional miracles that have occurred for thousands of years, and there have been several sensational and shocking treasures that have intermittently seduced the minds of the monks, the betting program would have stopped long ago by virtue of the occasional opportunity to photograph small treasures.

After the explanation, Yuemei still maintained a charming smile, and after glancing around, she continued: "If some Taoist friends feel that they can't look carefully enough from a distance, they can come on stage to see what is going on." ”

Suddenly, nearly a hundred monks stood up on the field, and as these monks walked towards the auction table, more monks stood up.

Seeing the nearly 100 monks who stood up at the beginning with a look of impatience, Chen San knew that this betting program could be closely watched and the research had not only started recently, so he immediately got up and walked forward with the monks with his legs.

More than 600 monks walked up to the stage, and as many people watched, some monks who did not want to be crowded and some who came later consciously stopped in the aisle and lined up.

Although the auction table occupies a large area, it is already crowded after more than 400 monks standing.

Soon after, some of the monks came out through the crowd with different expressions on their faces, disappointed, calm, and contemplative.

The crowd gradually thinned out, and Chen San also walked to the stage, looking at one of the charcoal-shaped spiritual objects.

Looking down and taking a closer look, it was the same as what Yue Mei said, Chen San looked left and right and still couldn't see the reason, so he simply reached out with his right hand and touched the charcoal-like spiritual object.

As soon as his hand touched the charcoal-like spiritual object, Chen San's body trembled slightly, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes, and he raised his head after thinking about it quickly.

Chen San's eyes froze, and what was reflected in his eyes was a face that seemed to be smiling, and when he saw Chen San's eyes, he snorted coldly and turned around and squeezed away from the crowd and walked out.

There were too many monks nearby, and Chen San didn't even feel that he was being stared at, in addition to blaming it on the fact that it was difficult to distinguish between the various aura, carelessness was also one of the reasons.

Looking at the young monk's back, Chen San knew that even if the other party in his eyes didn't notice the abnormality of the body that touched the charcoal-like spiritual object, the young monk who always paid attention to him must have seen it all.

Thinking of the young monk's blockage after a while, he took a deep breath, and endured the boredom in his heart, Chen San walked to the side of the earthy yellow mud ball, looked down and only glanced at it a few times, and then directly reached out to grab it.

As soon as the hand touched the earthy yellow mud ball, Chen San's eyes flashed a trace of different color, and the five fingers forced, and the mud ball was pulled out by Chen San like dough A mud pillar that seemed to be soft but was actually tough, as the five fingers were released, the mud pillar that rebounded back with a "snap" and the mud ball that had shrunk down collided together, and then the mud pillar quickly melted into the mud ball and returned to its previous appearance.

Looking up at the monk in front of him, he saw that no one was paying attention to his Chen San, and walked to the book made of various rare materials.

At this time, a monk slowly flipped through the pages of the book, and the monk turned very slowly, so that the monks around him had enough time to read the words on it and think about interpreting it.

After reading more than ten pages, Chen San couldn't see anything from this book "Lingcheng Travels", what was written in the book was nothing more than some poetry travelogues, which were no different from what Chen San's father had taught him when he was young.

His fingers touched the edge of the book, and he felt it carefully, and when the monk who turned the page raised his hand to turn the book, Chen San withdrew his hand.

Chen San put his hands behind his back, tucked them in his sleeves, slowly turned the gold ring, and walked out of the crowd and walked towards the seat with an expressionless face.

As soon as he exited the crowd, a gaze shot towards Chen San, feeling the resentment of his gaze, Chen San didn't need to look to know who it was, and he didn't pay attention to it and went straight to his seat.

Soon after Chen San sat down, the monks on the auction table dispersed one by one, looking at the monks who sat back in their places, Yuemei, who had retreated to the side before, moved to the square platform of the three foreign objects, and said: "Okay, I believe that the Taoist friends here must have made a decision in their hearts, and Yuemei is not much nonsense here, now start the final program of this auction, bet! First of all, it is this foreign object, the starting price is 3,000 spirit stones, and the price increase shall not be less than 100 spirit stones." ”

The first foreign object that Yue Mei said was a charcoal-like spiritual object, and suddenly many monks on the field faintly guessed some clues.

If among the three foreign objects on the stage, the monks think that the most likely is the pearl in the mussel, then the book "Spiritual Inheritance Travels" occupies the first place, followed by the earthy yellow mud ball, and the charcoal-like spiritual object is at the end, so there are not many monks bidding for the charcoal-shaped spiritual object, and the scene seems a little cold.

After a long time, a slightly magnetic voice broke the silence in the field, and Chen San said loudly: "I will give out three thousand spirit stones." ”

The eyes of many monks on the field turned to Chen San, including the young monk who hated Chen San, looking at Chen San's indifferent appearance, the young monk endured the impulse in his heart and waited quietly.

"Three thousand and one hundred spirit stones. The young monk was not disappointed, and soon a monk began to bid.

"Three thousand two hundred spirit stones. ”

"Three thousand three hundred spirit stones. ”

Although the bidding was not large, more and more monks joined the bidding team.

"Five thousand six hundred spirit stones. Chen San said again.

The young monk who had been paying attention to Chen San had not made a bid for a long time after Chen San had quoted this price, and then glanced at the moon eyebrows on the auction table, but did not see anything from his face, and knew that it was time.

"Six thousand spirit stones. The young monk quoted in his mouth, but his face turned to look back at Chen San.

A trace of anger flashed on his face, and he was soon hidden by Chen San, and Chen San, who had regained his calm, said coldly: "Seven thousand spirit stones." ”

The young monk suddenly rejoiced in his heart, this time he didn't let me catch your little feet, boy, and if he didn't dissipate the anger in my heart, uncle, I will take your surname.