The White Mask is an ordinary protective artifact that does not have much of a function, and its only function is to prevent people from looking at it.

In such an auction, the people who come and go are very mixed, and there are some people who have deep hatred, and the function of the mask is to prevent some enemies from fighting after meeting each other, thus disrupting the order of the auction.

This kind of mask will hide the person's face and will not only hide the aura on the person's face, but it will also be difficult to feel even if you use the spirit sense to probe.

Of course, this kind of magic weapon is not really able to block the detection of spiritual sense, but only serves as a warning, and if the spiritual sense is forcibly operated, it can still be detected.

However, in this way, if you forcibly probe in the face of someone who doesn't know the details, it will also make the person wearing the mask feel it, which will invisibly offend some people.

Therefore, in this kind of auction, when everyone is wary of each other, the role of the mask can be reflected to the maximum, and in ordinary times, the mask can not be called a magic weapon.

Walking into the attic door, the first thing that catches your eye is an octagonal array of zhang size is located on the ground, and everyone who enters needs to walk through this array, and there will be a streamer sweeping over the whole body of the person.

Mo Ming just glanced at it, and roughly guessed the function of this array, the streamer swept over the person's body, and it would check if there was anyone whose identity was unknown, or who was carrying something that posed a threat to the auction.

Mo Ming paused, didn't hesitate, and walked straight over.

The next moment, he was swept by a streamer, and suddenly he had a feeling of being seen through, but after walking through the array, the feeling suddenly disappeared, which made him very surprised in his heart.

Behind the array, there is a hall, rows of stepped chairs, and at a cursory glance, at least five hundred people can sit at the same time.

Above these stepped chairs, there are semi-enclosed private rooms, which need to be booked in advance, and only those who have a certain degree of cultivation strength or background power can sit.

At this time, nearly half of the people were already seated, all of them wearing masks of uniform style, and they only looked at it with the naked eye, and they didn't know who was who at all, even if they were familiar with each other, it was difficult to tell because everyone's aura had also been changed, and it was a little obscure, unless it was forcibly investigated with spiritual sense.

Mo Ming glanced at the hall, and then directly found a place in the corner and sat down.

At the front of the hall, there was a high platform, and on both sides of the high platform, there were men in black armor standing, and the aura of those people was not concealed in the slightest, and they were the owners of the early cultivation of Jin Dan.

It is not difficult to imagine that if someone dared to make trouble at the auction, those armored monks would be the first to thunder and suppress it.

Mo Ming sat quietly in his seat, the auction had obviously not started at this time, and there were only half of the people in the room.

Time passed, and after two hours, the seats in the auction hall were finally filled, and everyone wore masks on their faces, making it impossible to see their faces, and all eyes were looking at the platform in front of them, waiting for the auction to begin.

After another half an hour had passed, there was a sudden commotion in the field, and then it was quiet for a moment, and I saw an old man in a white shirt with gray hair walking to the platform.

"I met with all the Taoist friends again, I believe that many Taoist friends have already known the old man, and also know the rules of this auction, the old man will make a long story short, the auction is as usual, a total of three rounds, the first two rounds of a total of fifty items for auction, each item is carefully selected by us, the last round, is the long-awaited finale auction! There are not many items in the auction, only three, but each one is a peerless treasure! I believe it will not disappoint everyone!"

"The old man won't talk nonsense, I believe that many Taoist friends are already in a hurry, below, the old man began to announce that the auction has officially begun!"

The white-haired old man's voice was sonorous, and when he said this, he looked at the monks under the stand, and then nodded to a certain place behind him, and the next moment he saw a girl in a cheongsam walking up gracefully holding a tray covered by red silk.

"Let's start the auction of the first auction item of this auction!"

The white-haired old man took it with one hand as he spoke, and quickly lifted the red silk on the tray with the other hand, and a fist-sized jade seal appeared in it, which looked like a small mountain, and the whole body was crystal clear, exuding a faint spiritual charm.

"The first item to be auctioned is a treasure seal of the golden pill period yellow grade magic weapon, named Zhenshan Seal, which is a magic weapon refined by a Yuan Infant monk using three catties of purple gold and black iron. Although it has not undergone a long-term sacrifice, it has great power, if a foundation building monk urges with all his strength, it can instantly turn into a mountain and press the enemy, the power is comparable to the full force of an ordinary foundation building monk!

"In addition, the spiritual power used by this Zhenshan Seal consumes a small amount of energy, and it can be used continuously! ”

The old man paused, looked around, and then placed the tray in his hand directly on the round table in front of him.

"This old man Yin is here, the starting price is 5,000 low-grade spirit stones! Each time the price increase must not be less than 500 spirit stones, let's start bidding!"

When the voice fell, there was a slight uproar in the audience, and it has to be said that the words of the white-haired old man were very incendiary, and some people were already interested in it.

The magic weapon of the Jindan period may not be a good treasure in the world of cultivating immortals, but for most monks in the foundation building period and even the Jindan period, such a magic weapon is already a very good attack power.

Moreover, this Zhenshan Seal was still refined by a Yuan Infant Stage cultivator, and the materials used were even more rare to obtain Purple Gold Dark Iron, which was much stronger than ordinary magic weapons of the same grade.

After a brief commotion, the room fell silent again.

And it was only a few breaths before someone made an offer, and the voice of a slightly thick middle-aged man sounded, and he saw a person in the audience holding up a jade plaque and raising his hand to the white-haired old man on the platform.

"Six thousand lower-grade spirit stones!"

"Six thousand and a half!"

As the first person made an offer, the second person also shouted the price.

"Seven thousand!"

Voices followed, and it seemed to be an explosive shout.

"Eight thousand!"

"Ten thousand!"

"Twelve thousand dollars!"

......

The voices came and went, and as the voice of a delicate woman fell, in just a moment, this Jindan period Huangpin Zhen Mountain Seal was shouted for 20,000 spirit stones, far exceeding the low price proposed by the white-haired old man before.

However, the shouting continued, and as soon as the woman's voice fell, someone made another offer.

"I'll give twenty-two thousand!" shouted a man in a blue robe with fiery eyes as he stood up from his seat and shouted.

And not far from the man in the long robe, another man in the black robe also stood up, turned his head to look at the man in the long robe, and showed a hint of provocation in his eyes, as if he was very disdainful.

"Twenty-three thousand!"

"Twenty-five thousand!"

Not to be outdone, the man in the long robe looked over with the same cold eyes, and looked at the man in the black robe.

"Twenty-six thousand!" The black-robed man didn't seem to expect the man in the long robe to still offer the price, and the provocative color in his eyes became even stronger, as if he was still a little angry, and shouted in a low voice.

The man in the long shirt was unmoved, but after looking at the Zhenshan seal in the stands, he still hesitated, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

"Does this fellow Daoist still need to increase the price?" the white-haired old man shouted to him at the right time.

The man in the long shirt heard the sound, but finally did not make another sound, and sat down in a muffled voice, as if such a price had exceeded his expectations.

Suddenly, the arena suddenly fell silent! Only a black-robed man looked at the man in the long robe with disdain, and let out a sneer and sneered in his mouth.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man on the stage had a suffocating expression on his face, but then he smiled and shouted loudly to the audience.

"Is there anyone else bidding? This is a superb magic weapon refined by a powerful Yuan Infant Monk! It is a necessary life-saving hole card for the cultivation of my generation of monks, do you want to miss it like this? After this village, there will be no such shop! What are you waiting for?"

"I'll give 30,000!"

Suddenly, as the seductive words of the white-haired old man fell, a man with a somewhat bloated figure spoke.

As soon as the voice came out, the black-robed monk immediately looked sideways, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, coldly sweeping the man.

"Thirty-eleven thousand!" the black-robed monk said in a deep voice, his voice a little cold.

The bloated man shivered directly, as if he was hesitant, but finally shouted out with a faint smile on the face of the white-haired old man on the stage.

"Three, thirty-two thousand dollars!"

"You!"

The black-robed monk glanced sideways and scolded angrily, wanting to say something, but finally gritted his teeth.

"I'll pay 35,000! If it's higher than that, I don't want it! However, I want to advise some people with ulterior motives, don't ask for trouble, and be careful of walking at night!"

The black-robed monk snorted coldly, his words carrying a sense of anger, but he could not conceal a sense of threat.

As this voice fell, the bloated man obviously felt something different, and his heart trembled suddenly, and he sat down directly and said no more.

And at this moment, the white-haired old man on the stage suddenly smiled, the original estimated price of a Zhenshan seal was about 25,000, and now it was directly photographed to 35,000, which has far exceeded his previous expectations.

"Has anyone else raised the price?"

The white-haired old man was satisfied, but he did not hesitate to do something, and after the bloated man sat down, he shouted to the audience.

There was silence in the field, and no one got up again, because many people also knew the value of that Zhenshan seal, and this was the first item, so it was not worth spending so many spirit stones for this.

"Thirty-five thousand once!" the old man shouted.

"Thirty-five thousand two!"

The white-haired old man paused, his eyes swept among the monks sitting in the field, and when he saw that no one was bidding anymore, the smile on his face finally closed slightly.

"Thirty-five thousand, three times!

The white-haired old man shouted, and at the same time, a flash of inspiration appeared on the stage, and a large gong was revealed, and he waved it with one hand, and a heavy loud bang sounded in an instant.

The final word is final, which means that the auction of this item is over.

The old man paused, stretched out his hand and pointed at the black-robed monk and said, "Okay, this Zhenshan Seal will belong to this Daoist friend at the price of 35,000 lower-grade spirit stones!

When the voice fell, the black-robed man's eyes showed a look of joy, he exhaled deeply, sat down, and waited for the second auction item to appear.

"The second auction item of this auction will be held below! If you don't have a bid, you don't have to feel sorry, this item is also a powerful and rare treasure! However, the old man has to remind everyone that there will really be no such shop after this village! Don't think about what treasures there are in the end, the most important thing is to take down the treasures in front of you first! If you miss the things you care about the most because of a moment of hesitation, then you will regret it!"

The white-haired old man paused, stretched out his hand to a young girl in the audience, and shouted to the monks, "Okay, don't talk nonsense, let's start the bidding for the second item!"

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