The venue of Taihao Fang's Qi Cultivation Period Auction is located on the Feizhou Square at the front gate, in a specially built second-order mid-grade magic circle.

The magic circle occupies about one-third of the area of the square, and from a distance, it looks like a glowing pot upside down on the ground, and two entrances and exits are set up, and dozens of Taiqing Zhai Qi practitioners and foundation building patrols are responsible for guarding and paying the spiritual stones at the entrance.

After paying fifty first-order mid-grade pills, cultivators could only sit in the hall on the first floor of the venue, but everyone was given a yellow-green wooden mask and a first-order low-grade Illusory Breath Pill that could change their original aura in one day after taking it.

Masks are just ordinary objects of exquisite workmanship in the mundane world.

The Phantom Breath Pill is a unique pill of Taiqingzhai, and the usual price is about 20 yuan of first-order medium grade per pill, and it still comes and goes, and the price fluctuates accordingly. Now that they actually gave one pill to the entrance, it immediately caused a sensation, and some early stage Qi cultivators who originally didn't plan to join in the excitement also rushed to the venue.

However, not everyone wants to wear the mask, and some people receive the mask at the door and put it in the storage bag.

Liu San'er, Ye Feng, and Xiaocui also didn't wear masks. When they arrived, there was a huge crowd of people outside the magic circle at the venue, and the line was almost a street long.

Ye Feng was not very interested in the Taihaofang auction, and was reluctantly agreed to come and see it after being encouraged by Liu San'er. But when he saw such a long line, he immediately said that he wanted to go back, and even Xiaocui was unwilling to leave it to Liu San'er.

How can you just let the backer run, so that it is better to stabilize the two of them, and hurriedly spent three hundred and one order Zhongpin to replace the team from a dealer who specializes in helping people queue up, and jumped directly from the tail of a few hundred to the front of the third team, during which those Taihao Fang patrols pretended not to see, and wanted to come and have a connection with the dealers.

After spending another five hundred and one order to buy a box number, and receiving the mask and the Phantom Breath Pill (there is only one mask and one Phantom Breath Pill, if you want to get more, you have to pay another spirit stone), Liu San'er finally led the two gold medal fighters into the auction hall. At this time, his clothes have been changed to more than 800 first-order mid-grade Taoist robes sewn by the best cloud silkworm brocade, although his face and body shape are not related to the grace, but people rely on clothes, walking in front of the thugs in the two sons' clothes, he will no longer be pointed at like a monster, and he feels that his face is still very bright.

At this time, it would be wonderful if you could meet the same people from Daliangmen, but it was a pity that Liu San'er and the three of them took the VIP channel, thinking that with the net worth of Reckless, Zhao Yi, Hu Fangyuan and others, they would never go to the box, and only Bai Xiaojie's mother and daughter had such strength.

After leaving the VIP passage and going up to the second floor, Liu San'er unexpectedly saw that Wang Zhen, the female disciple of Shenjian Peak, was holding a handsome man on the fourth floor of Qi training to the No. 38 box, and the two of them were not wearing masks like Liu San'er and the others.

Wang Zhen also saw Liu San'er. However, compared to Liu San'er being able to see her here, she was even more surprised to see Liu San'er in the VIP passage, not to mention that Liu San'er had advanced without warning. She was also very curious about the two women behind Liu San'er dressed as men. But after all, she is not a first-time experiencer, and after her expression changed a few times, she smiled and nodded at Liu San'er, and whispered to the man next to her and entered the thirty-eighth with a smile.

Liu San'er naturally responded with a smile, and everything was silent.

Because they came in from the peddlers before, Taihaofang had a benefit from patrolling it, so Liu San'er and a few people who paid a high-priced team together received special preferential treatment, and the same five hundred spirit stones were not given to the box brand according to the serial number, but were specially given a number with a better observation position.

There are 100 private rooms on the second and third floors. However, the venue is not perfectly circular, which leads to the fact that some of the boxes are close to the auction table, and some are far away from the auction table.

Wang Zhen's box No. 38 is on the second floor, which is farther away from the auction table, while Liu San'er's No. 89 is on the second floor, closer to the auction table.

There was a first-order magic circle in the box to prevent all kinds of probing by other cultivators, while those in the depths could clearly hear and see the auction table and the situation near the auction table. However, the area is very small, there are two futons in it, and the rest of the space is only enough for three adults to stand, if you add a futon to sit down, you can only add two, if you add chairs, at most one, that is, if you collect the two futons provided by the auction, you can put down at most two chairs, and there is no place for people to stand.

I have to say that the organization of the auction is too shrewd, if the boxes are set up too large, and only five hundred and one order of medium grade, someone will inevitably take advantage of the loophole, and many people will buy a box together, not only saving the spirit stone, but also no longer have to squeeze with others in the hall on the first floor, improve the identity taste, it is not too cool.

After entering No. 89, Liu San'er stood behind the box without shirking his duty, and took the initiative to give up the two futons to Ye Feng and Xiaocui.

Xiao Cui was Ye Feng's maid, so she naturally didn't dare to sit down with Ye Feng, and she also stood on the back wall like Liu San'er.

"Hmph... You two have a tacit understanding!" Ye Feng kicked one of the futons, and the futon immediately flipped in the air several times and finally landed on top of the other. She moved the two futons to the middle with her feet, and then sat on them with the hem of her clothes, yawned and said, "What a boring auction, what good things can come out... I'm a little sleepy..."

"Since you're here, Daoist friends have to point out the next two things. Liu San'er didn't want Ye Feng to fall asleep in the box, otherwise he wouldn't dare to shout loudly for a while, and said: "With the eyes of Daoyou, as long as you dial it slightly in the next two, you will definitely be able to take a lot of detours and save a lot of spirit stones when you buy magic weapons in the future!"

"Ahem... Am I really so godly?" Ye Feng was obviously very useful to Liu San'er's words, turned his head slightly and glanced at Xiao Cui and Liu San'er respectively, and asked Xiao Cui again: "Xiao Cui, how do you tell me about my vision?"

"Ah..."Xiao Cui scratched her head: "Miss has the three talents of exhaustive strategy, knowing people's hearts, and not counting, and her vision has always been extremely accurate, Xiao Cui admires it very much!"

"Dead girl! I know it's useless to ask you. Your two talents are not bad, and the appearance and hope are what many Confucian cultivators dream of. Ye Feng said with a smile, suddenly thought of something, turned his face and asked Liu San'er: "Liu Genshuo, you have advanced to the fifth level of Qi cultivation, I don't know what talent you have, as my informant, I have the right to know your talent!"

"This ...... Under the mediocre qualifications...... That one...... That's still ...... I haven't comprehended any talent yet......" When he said this, Liu San'er's face burned. Anyway, he is also a mid-stage cultivator of the fifth layer of Qi cultivation, and he has not comprehended a talent so far, and he is a little unconvinced when he says it. But that's just the way it is. Thinking of the five talents of Ye Feng and the maid Xiaocui, I am simply envious of others.

Xiao Cui's appearance and talent for looking are the extravagant hopes of many Confucian cultivators, and it is true to say that. Many people in Confucianism are good at divination, physiognomy, and the way of reciprocalism. If you have any of these two talents, you can have twice the effect with half the effort when learning the corresponding books, plus the impact of the talent on your own feelings, it is definitely close to cheating when looking at and looking at the qi.

As for Ye Feng's talent, it can only be described as against the sky. Even if it is exhaustive and knowing, it is better to say that although there are not many monks with these two talents, they are not to the point of rare. But that one is not in the calculation, it is different, anything Ye Feng has done by himself or done in cooperation with others will not be calculated by a cultivator who is proficient in divination, even if it is a powerful person whose cultivation far exceeds her.

Looking at other people's and thinking about himself, Liu San'er began to complain about the unfairness of fate.

Why is he a five-element miscellaneous spiritual root, why is there no record of his natal things in the books, why has he never been able to comprehend his talent!

Ye Feng and Xiao Cui glanced at each other, and they both saw a little surprise in each other's eyes.

"Liu Genshuo, are you kidding me?" Ye Feng asked Liu San'er.

Liu San'er shook his head helplessly: "No, what I said is true, maybe my law body is really bad." ”

"Hmph...... Your Dharma Body is already very poor, the Five Elements Miscellaneous Spirit Root plus the infamous little insect life, and you are so poor that you are dying, how did you get to the fifth level of Qi training?"

"I ......" This is not the first time Liu San'er has heard this from Ye Feng's mouth, although what Ye Feng said is the truth, but every time Ye Feng says the sore spot, he is still depressed in his heart, and he doesn't dare to get angry, and he is so aggrieved that he wants to die.

"Do you know why I chose you to be my informant?"

"Why?"

"Because I and Xiaocui both agree that you guys are very shit lucky, hahahaha......"

Here, Ye Feng teased Liu San'er for a while, and his sleepiness actually disappeared a lot.

At the same time, a fat man wearing a black robe appeared at the underground exit of the auction table on the first floor, and his age seemed to be about the same as Liu San'er, but he was a genuine late-stage foundation builder.

As soon as the fat man came up, the audience gradually fell silent. Only then did he smile and look around, and introduced himself as the auctioneer of the auction - Wang Million, the big shopkeeper of Jingxin Pavilion.

After the name was spoken, it immediately attracted a burst of sneaky laughter. It's really a bit ridiculous for a cultivator to take such a cliché name.

Wang Million turned a deaf ear to laughter, and seemed to have long been accustomed to it. He will not use the spiritual pressure of foundation building to intimidate the audience. As an auctioneer, he wants to instigate a group of guests to spend the spirit stone, if he can't even calm this breath, he can't sit on the big shopkeeper of the meditation pavilion at a young age. Although it was not the first time for many cultivators present to participate in the Taihao Fang auction, he still explained the rules of the auction again.

Roughly speaking, during the auction, those who did not win the treasure in the hall and the guests in the box who did not win the auction were not allowed to leave the venue in advance, and all the treasures were priced in the first-order medium-grade spirit stones, and during the auction of the second-order medium-grade spirit stones, one piece could only be converted into one hundred first-order medium-grade spirit stones, and the third-order medium-grade spirit stones could only be converted into one hundred second-order medium-grade spirit stones, that is, 10,000 first-order medium-grade stones. If you feel that it is not cost-effective, you can trade privately, but the auctioneer will not guarantee it.

Then, two more people walked out of the underground exit, and Wang Million introduced that one of the two was Luo Han, a mid-stage foundation building cultivator with identification weapons and formation talents. He looked like he was in his forties, with a serious face.

The other person is Gongsun Cong, the deacon of the Little Sword Hall who is equipped with the identification of elixirs, spiritual grasses, and ores, wearing a silver armor mask, dressed up to look very young, and cultivating to only the eighth level of Qi training.

The two were specially invited by the auction organizer Fang Ping to do the appraisal of the auction items, claiming that they had just finished appraising all the lots, and guaranteed that the things that passed through their hands would be consistent with Wang Million's subsequent claims, if there was any difference, they would point it out in time, otherwise if something went wrong, they were willing to compensate ten times the loss.

Luo Han and Gongsun Cong also bowed their heads towards the venue, and then they sat cross-legged together and closed their eyes to recuperate, their lips squirming from time to time, presumably communicating something.

Then, a female cultivator who pretended to be a confidant at the beginning of Qi training walked out of the passage with a round box with a diameter of about a foot.

The atmosphere of the audience immediately froze, knowing that the auction was about to start, and they were even more curious about the contents of the box.

After Wang Million took the box, he was not in a hurry to open it, and said to the audience with a smile: "Colleagues, now I have to announce a great news. ”

As soon as he heard the good news, everyone's attention immediately shifted from the round box to Wang Wanwan's face.

Wang Million wanted this effect, and continued: "After Taiqingzhai's proposal and the approval of the Taihaofang Elders Council, the number of auction items in this auction has been increased to three times the original plan, and the total number of lots has reached ninety!"

Coax!

What's going on, is it too crazy?

The first thought in many people's minds is this, but then the thought is excitement and excitement, so many lots, no wonder there is no longer a limit to the number of admissions, and there is also a special Phantom Breath Pill to lure people in. But this has given more people a chance, not to mention that there are twice as many lots, and the chances of getting them at a low price seem to have increased greatly, and everyone thinks that they will gain something for a while.

The enthusiastic atmosphere in Wang Million's waiting room subsided slightly, and he said another shocking news, but this news is difficult to distinguish: there is no finale in this auction, and 90 lots are randomly presented to the auction table!

That is to say, the lot that was originally the finale of the normal auction may appear in advance, and the resulting competition may be more fierce, and no one knows whether there will be a more suitable baby for themselves later.

Similarly, because there are only a dozen lots leaked before, and the remaining dozens of pieces are unknown, it is also possible that some people always think that there will be unexpected good things flowing out, and they are afraid that if they spend the spirit stone in the front, they can only miss it in the back and never shoot, and in the end, they can't shoot anything suitable.

After the atmosphere eased up, Wang Million finally opened the round box and began the auction of the first lot of this auction with the monks holding their breath.