Chen Jiannan took a sip of hot black tea with a suitable shade, and immediately his tongue was full of relish, and the aroma stayed between his mouths and teeth. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Bidders with red and yellow tickets have entered the venue one after another, and the lower part is a little restless, and the seats are almost half occupied.

Chen Jiannan didn't want people outside to see him, so he used the two buttons of the Yuanling optical remote control to adjust the depth of the magenta and cyan colors at the same time, and the crystal wall was gradually covered with deeper and deeper blue.

Fan Xubo was in the crystal VIP room opposite, and a beautiful maid sat on his lap, and the white dress on his body was almost torn by him.

Fan Xubo teased the body of the glamorous maid with one hand, and at the same time squeezed his eyebrows at Chen Jiannan, his expression was full of provocation.

Chen Jiannan saw Fan Xubo's arrogant and provocative appearance, and turned the crystal that was originally adjusted to dark blue back to its original transparent color.

Adjust the crystal to a dark color, Fan Xubo will say that he is afraid of him, and spread it around, Chen Jiannan thought secretly.

Perhaps Xiuzhen Bao may be manipulated by Fan Xubo with black gold, which has an unfavorable interpretation of Chen Jiannan.

Fan Xubo is full of tricks and cheats, and he has to guard against it.

In the crystal VIP room next to it, a woman wearing a black dress with a black veil hanging down her face walked in, and the tight skirt outlined her figure exquisitely, and she would be attracted at a glance from a distance.

Chen Jiannan felt that this woman seemed familiar, but through two layers of crystals and a veil, where could he see her face.

Could it be her? Chen Jiannan saw the figure of the beautiful Miaoman and the vague appearance of the long sword in her hand, and he had a vague guess in his heart.

However, at this time, the auction was about to begin, and the beauty turned the crystal wall to a light brown, making it even more difficult to see her appearance.

Chen Jiannan could only vaguely see the beauty in the black dress waving away the maid, placing the long sword in her hand on the table, untying the black gauze lace hat and putting it beside her, and her long hair spilled down.

The beauty was lying on the rattan chair with her legs crossed, her eyes gently closed, as if she was comfortably sipping tea.

The entrance of the guests was almost finished, and there was a commotion below, and even the corridors were full of monks.

The auction is for monks, and it is difficult for non-cultivators to buy tickets, unless they deliberately conceal their identity.

The Yuan Lingguang on this side of the seat dimmed, and the Yuan Lingguang on the top of the auction table emitted a faint light, and there were rotating colorful Yuan Lingguang lights in the middle, illuminating the colorful phantom light flow of the auction table, and at the same time, there were erhu, pipa and other musical instruments playing melodiously in all directions, and the auction was about to start.

The sound of the instrument is recorded in advance with a sound storage stone, and then played back through a megaphone with the magic force as the driving energy.

There is a blue and white porcelain plate above the wooden table in the middle of the auction table, and the things placed on the porcelain plate are estimated to be the first auction items of today, covered with flannel, and no one knows what it is.

It is easy for a monk to know what is under the flannel if he uses his spiritual sense, but it has always been forbidden to use his spiritual sense to visit treasures in the auction house.

If you use your psychic sense, you will likely trigger a ban, and if you find out, you will be expelled from the auction immediately.

After a while, you can see that you are not as impatient as the auctioneer, and you risk being kicked out of the field just for a moment.

Because of being expelled from the field, maybe you will be banned from entering the venue for a year and a half, and in the future, because of the bad record in the auction house, the auctioned treasure will be required to pay a premium of one to two percent before you can buy it.

The Nantian Auction House, which has a strong official nature in the Great Zhou Dynasty, is domineering, the forces all over the country are reason, and the big fist is reason.

If the general casual cultivation provokes the behemoth of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is really a way to heaven and no way to go to the earth.

Even the Yin and Yang Twin Evils who had cultivated to a high level were wanted by the Great Zhou Dynasty, which was enough for them to be uncomfortable, so they could only flee in all directions, trembling and frightened, and they had no one to live in peace at any time.

The music stopped, and the rotating spiritual lamp above the auction table stopped glowing, and a bright light lit up in the center of the wooden table where the auction items were placed.

A hot woman wearing a gold-collared white dress walked from the corner of the auction table to the middle, she was the head of the auction house and the host of this auction, Murong Zi.

Murong Zi briefly said the opening remarks, and the auction officially began.

"Then let's take a look at the first treasure. ”

As soon as Murong Zi's words fell, the female assistant wearing a goose-yellow blue-necked tight skirt lifted the flannel covering the blue and white porcelain plate, revealing the first lot of the day.

When the monks below saw this lot, they all sighed and shook their heads again and again.

A middle-aged evil cultivator shook his head and sneered, "I thought it was some magic weapon, but it turned out to be this thing." ”

Murong Zi glanced coldly at the cold-speaking evil cultivator and said, "This monk, we can't depreciate our auction items in the auction, this is the rule. You have violated the rules of this auction house, so now, please get out. ”

The middle-aged evil cultivator's face was pale, and he was going out with such an unintentional word?

In this way, he was blasted out, and he couldn't hold his face, and he made such a joke, and he didn't know how many years and months he would be ridiculed by his fellow initiates.

The middle-aged evil cultivator stood up with his neck straight, and shouted: "Murong slut, what if Lao Tzu doesn't go out?"

Murong Zi was scolded, and his face turned blue with anger.

Murong Zi has been the head of the Xichong branch of the auction house for three years, and she has seen a lot of this meeting, where would she be afraid of the threat of the middle-aged evil cultivator.

"If you go out just now, you can not be punished; if you go out now, you will be banned from entering the auction house for one year, and from today, the items auctioned from this bank will be sold at a premium of 20% within five years; if you do not go out again, it will be a violation of the regulations on the administration of public security in the Great Zhou Dynasty and a challenge to the majesty of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and this auction house will petition the Criminal Department for conviction......"

Murong Ziyun was light-hearted, and announced the punishment of the middle-aged evil cultivator.

The cultivation of the middle-aged evil cultivator is not very high, and he is obviously a bullied master, and when he heard Murong Zi say this, he immediately felt like a wilted eggplant.

"Murong slut, let's see!"

The middle-aged evil cultivator pointed at Murong Zi's nose and scolded sharply, then covered his face and slipped out of the auction hall in a gray manner, for fear that more people would see his appearance.

There was a long burst of laughter in the auction room, which soon fell silent again, and the auction continued in an orderly manner.

It turned out that after the female assistant wearing a goose-yellow tight skirt lifted the flannel, there was a simple-shaped, seemingly old baby bottle above the porcelain plate.

At best, this bottle is a living aid, and it is undoubtedly a chicken rib for the monk, where is there any practical value.

Unless there is a baby at home, or if it is of some use.

Or the baby bottle is not useful at all, and can only be made as an antique ornament.

Unlike other photographers, Chen Jiannan's eyes lit up, and he thought that maybe this bottle Xiao Haohao could use it, and in the future, his son would hold the bottle every day, maybe he would be a little more well-behaved and not so naughty.

Thinking of his son's well-behaved appearance, Chen Jiannan smiled knowingly.