The mysterious picture scroll in front of him turned out to be something that Yu Wenxin foresaw in his dream and belonged to him.

I didn't expect it to appear at today's auction!

Yang Fan felt incredible, although it was placed in the immortal cultivation realm, he still felt a little absurd.

After all, immortal cultivators are still human beings, not real immortals.

The things that are portuned in dreams really happen in reality, which is only found in some legends and allusions.

At this moment, Yu Wenxin's pretty face was a little confused, joyful, and surprised, and his bright eyes stared at the picture scroll not far away, and his eyes couldn't help but become more profound and mysterious.

"The price starts at one hundred spirit stones, and the auction starts now!"

The fat-faced monk said with a little excitement.

"One hundred and twenty spirit stones. ”

In a corner of the auction, an old man with a black cane said in a hoarse voice.

His cloudy gaze also looked at the mysterious picture scroll in front of him, with some strange looks, and his tone was a little hesitant and not very decisive.

It's just that he raised the price, and the others are still in a wait-and-see state, and they don't have much interest for the time being.

"It's a plain canvas with no patterns on it. ”

An old man in the contemplative period muttered, scoffing.

"Xin'er, is this really what you saw in your dreams?" asked King Yan in a low voice, as if he was a little skeptical.

"Yes, I hope my father can help Xin'er take a picture. ”

Yu Wenxin's eyes were like stars, with a little expectation, and even looked at the picture scroll a little nervously, for fear that this thing would be snatched away by others.

"Two hundred spirit stones. ”

Yu Wenyan's domineering voice sounded at the auction and raised the sign in his hand.

Tsubame is a well-known big man in Kyoto, and as soon as he speaks, everyone else recognizes him.

"Yan Wang Yu Wen Yan ......"

"He is one of the best martial artists in Kyoto, and I heard that his strength is abnormal, and he even has the ability to kill the strong people in the Condensation Period. ”

"King Yan is one of the spokesmen of the Yuwen family in the world today, and his status in the family is not low......"

The people below whispered.

"Two hundred and twenty spirit stones. ”

The same hoarse voice came from the corner.

Everyone looked sideways to see who was competing with King Yan.

The speaker was an old man with a black battle, his face was wrinkled, his eyes were cloudy, and he seemed to be unable to stand steadily.

"The aura on this person's body is very strange, it should be regarded as a monk in the contemplation period......"

Yang Fan secretly observed.

"Two hundred and fifty spirit stones. King Yan glanced at the old man indifferently, as if he was a little angry.

"Two hundred and seventy. ”

The old man holding the black battle, his voice was still hoarse, and his eyes were cloudy, as if he hadn't seen King Yan.

"Three hundred spirit stones!"

King Yan's voice increased, and a faint pressure pressed on the old man who didn't know where he came from.

At this moment, Yu Wenxin was very nervous, like a helpless little girl. She looked at Yang Fan and said with a little apprehension: "Brother Yang, what if I can't get this scroll?"

Yang Fan groaned: "Since you have an omen in your dream, then this thing should belong to you." If it really belongs to you, no one else can take it away. ”

Hearing this, Yu Wenxin calmed down a little.

"Three hundred and twenty!" the old man added twenty spirit stones each time.

"Four hundred spirit stones!" King Yan was really a little angry.

"Four hundred and twenty!" The old man would add twenty spirit stones every time, and he was not shocked.

"Pharmacist Yang, can you support ......?"

King Yan suddenly turned his head and lowered his voice to Yang Fan.

When Yang Fan heard this, he was slightly stunned.

But it's normal to think about it, King Yan is a secular martial artist after all, and it is impossible to have many spirit stones.

"You lend me some spirit stones now, and I can exchange them for you when the time comes. King Yan said confidently.

"Hehe, since this thing belongs to Miss Yuwen, let me take a picture of it. ”

Yang Fan smiled, raised the sign, and said lightly:

"A thousand spirit stones!"

From more than four hundred spirit stones, it was added to one thousand at once!

Wow!

Everyone on the field was in an uproar and looked at Yang Fan one after another.

"It's him, Kyoto's No. 1 legendary pharmacist!"

Many of the monks recognized Yang Fan's identity.

"It's ...... him again"

In the VIP room where the Yang family was located in Kyoto, Yang Yu's cold gaze stared at Yang Fan like a poisonous snake.

"A thousand spirit stones!

The fat-faced monk was flushed with excitement, and he himself was surprised that this seemingly most worthless picture scroll could fetch such a price.

A thousand spirit stones!

The expression of the old man holding the black battle in the corner finally changed, and he glanced at Yang Fan, looking very hesitant.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth, and a hoarse voice came again: "One thousand and twenty spirit stones." ”

He added another twenty pieces, but this time there was a look of pain on his face, and his face was not as calm as before.

"Brother Yang......" Yu Wenxin bit his lip and stopped talking.

King Yan was also a little surprised, he had already added a thousand spirit stones, and the old man didn't plan to give up.

Yang Fan's eyes froze, and he said lightly:

"Two thousand spirit stones!"

Wow!

The crowd was amazed again.

Directly doubled the price again.

The old man's expression in the corner changed greatly, his eyes flickered, and he glanced at Yang Fan twice, with a somewhat complicated look.

Eventually, he sighed lightly and shook his head, but he didn't continue filming after all.

"Two thousand spirit stones, is there anything higher?"

The fat-faced monk was ecstatic, this was really a sky-high price.

There was silence on the field for a while, and even the old man of unknown origin before did not speak again.

At this moment, Yu Wenxin almost held his breath, his heartbeat accelerated slightly, and his jade hand tightly pinched the corner of his skirt.

"Well, this scroll belongs to Doctor Yang. ”

The fat-faced monk said in a loud voice.

Yang Fan smiled and instructed the monk in charge of the service next to him to send the scroll over.

When the scroll was handed to Yang Fan, he was also slightly discolored, and found that the material of this object seemed to be very ordinary, and it was also quaint.

At first glance, he really thought it was an ordinary thing.

However, this picture scroll is what Yu Wenxin foresaw from his dream, and it may be related to the secret of the "Nine Residences Xuanmai", which cannot be ignored.

"Xin'er, look at it. ”

Yang Fan handed the scroll to Yu Wenxin.

"Brother Xie Yang. Yu Wenxin was overjoyed, full of anticipation, and carefully took the scroll.

When her little hand touched the scroll, her delicate body trembled slightly, a faint starlight flashed in her bright eyes, her eyes were confused, and then she showed complex expressions such as sadness, grief, and helplessness.

At this moment, she seemed to be a different person.

However, these emotions only flashed on her face.

Immediately, on the scroll, a few sparse stars appeared, emitting a faint light, and it was difficult to detect it without looking carefully.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief: It seems that this thing is really unusual, almost everyone has lost their eyes, and there are no white flowers in the two thousand spirit stones.

After getting the picture scroll, the aura on Yu Wenxin's body underwent some subtle changes, and the instantaneous emotional fluctuations made Yang Fan feel extremely strange.

And that mysterious picture scroll...... It is no longer shabby and ordinary, but at the moment it exudes an antique atmosphere, and a trace of fragrance is born out of thin air in the air.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, the stars on the picture disappeared, and it was dark and deep, like the endless cosmic space, mysterious and empty, giving people the illusion that it could be extended infinitely.

Yu Wenxin's snow-white face, there was a little panic and dazedness, and he slowly put away the picture scroll.

"How's that?" Yang Fan asked curiously.

Yu Wenxin closed his pretty eyes, quiet as an angel, there seemed to be a trace of holy brilliance on his face, and said in a low voice: "There seem to be some vague fragments in my memory, which is very strange, and there is an atmosphere on this picture scroll that makes me familiar, very kind, like a friend I haven't seen for many years......"

"Then what about the mysterious origin of this scroll?" Yang Fan asked.

Yuwen Xinxiu had a little confusion in her eyes, and lowered her head: "Xin'er can't tell, but I seem to have been born to know its name, the Star and Moon Diagram." ”

"Star-Moon Chart?"

Yang Fan was slightly stunned, he had never heard of the magic weapon of this name.

Xin'er saw the stars, the bright moon, the infinite universe on it, and even saw some strange scenes, like an illusion. ”

Yu Wenxin gently stroked the picture scroll "Star and Moon Map" in his hand and couldn't put it down.

At this moment, the auction is still continuing, but Yang Fan's mind is attracted by this side.

It was the first time since it had seen such a strange thing since it cultivated immortals, and continued to ask: "Xin'er, can you tell me about the specific situation in yesterday's dream, you said earlier that someone told you about this in your dream......

"Yes, the dream was real, but I feel blurry when I recall it. In the dream, I vaguely remember a person, the general appearance has been forgotten, I can only remember those very special eyes, if I can see him again, I will definitely be able to recognize ......" Yu Wenxin looked reminiscing.

Yang Fan pondered for a moment and said, "In this way, it is very likely that the" person " gave you a dream. ”

"Dream?" Yu Wenxin was slightly stunned.

"Well, there are allusions in ancient books. There are similar legends in the world, some unusual characters, who are inspired in dreams and then do something in reality. ”

Yang Fan sighed lightly: "It seems that those legends of gods and ghosts are not groundless, they all have a certain basis." ”

"Xin'er, put this scroll away, this thing is in exchange for two thousand spirit stones. ”

King Yan reminded, and expressed his gratitude to Yang Fan: "Thank you pharmacist for helping, after that, I will find a way to change the spirit stone for you." ”

"Hmm. ”

Yu Wenxin put away the picture scroll, but felt that the old man with a cane in the corner looked at her with a slight burn, as if he was a little unwilling.

"The prince is polite, this property right is a gift from me to the second county lord to officially set foot in the immortal cultivation world. ”

Yang Fan smiled slightly, but refused King Yan's repayment.

Two thousand spirit stones, for Yu Wenyan in the secular world, is very difficult to raise.

"What! Stepping into the Immortal Cultivation Realm?"

When Yu Wenyan heard this, his face changed greatly, and he immediately said: "This ...... It's not going to work!"

Yang Fan smiled indifferently: "The prince can't stop it." ”

"Why?" said Yu Wenyan in a deep voice.

"Because ......" Yang Fan took a deep breath and said with a solemn face: "Ever since I met the Second County Lord and discovered the 'Nine Residences Xuan Vein', I have felt a traction force in the underworld, which cannot be reversed by human beings......"

Yu Wenyan was silent.

"Father......" Yu Wenxin was a little unbearable, she longed for freedom and hoped to cultivate immortals, but she was a little reluctant to give up worldly family affection, and she couldn't bear to disobey her father and make him hurt.

"Next up for auction is the penultimate item of the auction......

The fat-faced monk's voice suddenly rose high again.

The last three items are gone......

Everyone on the field cheered up, and a few masters in the foundation building period who did not buy the treasure showed an expression of eagerness.

Soon, a pair of delicate silver armor was put on the front desk, flashing with a faint charming silver glow, and the texture of the rune seal on it was complex and abnormal, exuding a compelling aura

"This is a defensive spirit armor, called 'Xuan Yin Armor', grade: high-grade defensive spirit armor. This armor is extremely strong in defense and can withstand the full force of the monks of the foundation building period. It is worth mentioning that this defensive spirit weapon contains a trace amount of 'Heavenly Extreme Mithril', so it greatly increases its immunity to spells. ”

The fat-faced monk took a deep breath and finished introducing this amazing top-grade defensive spirit armor.

As soon as this thing came out, the eyes of all the foundation building stage level monks on the field lit up, and their breathing became short.

Top-grade defensive spirit armor!

Many of the monks were shocked.

Among the spiritual weapons, the defensive ones are very rare, and there are many materials required for refining, and the cost is expensive.

Under normal circumstances, the monks in the contemplation period rarely have defensive spiritual weapons, and even some monks in the foundation building period are no exception.

Some monks in the foundation building period may have them, but they are only low-grade defensive spiritual weapons. Medium-grade defensive spiritual weapons are rare.

And at the auction at this moment, the penultimate item is actually a top-grade defensive spiritual weapon.

"This spirit armor actually contains 'Heavenly Extreme Mithril'?"

The refining master who had previously auctioned off the broken ancient armor at a high price of three thousand spirit stones had a look of amazement.

Heavenly Pole Mithril is a high-level material required to refine defensive magic weapons, and it is generally only added when refining the magic weapons required by high-level monks. Celestial Arctic Mithril is rare in the world, even if it is a thumb-sized piece, it is enough to make a high-ranking monk in the high position make a big move.

This "Xuan Silver Armor" only added a trace amount of "Heavenly Extreme Mithril", and its level was raised by half a grade.

"Xuan Yinjia, a thousand spirit stones to shoot!"

The fat-faced monk shouted.

"Fifteen hundred!"

"Nineteen hundred!"

"Two thousand!"

......

The field was hot, and the major forces and some masters in the foundation building period joined the bidding.

"It's a pity...... Such a good defensive artifact. ”

Even Yang Fan was extremely tempted, but he was still calm and did not join immediately.

"Three thousand spirit stones!"

The Yang family in Kyoto made a move, and it was Yang Yu who spoke.

"Four thousand spirit stones!"

A cold voice came, revealing a hint of indifference.

The Yuwen family has made a move!

Yang Fanshun looked at the voice, and saw that in the wing room where the Yuwen family was located, in front of the railing, there was a purple-robed young man standing proudly with his hands in his hand, his aura was extraordinary, and his body exuded a trace of cold aura.

"He is the first day of the new generation of the Yuwen family, Yuwenlin, he is less than Chinese New Year's Eve years old today, but his cultivation is approaching the foundation building period......"

Yan Wang introduced.

Yu Wenlin!

Yang Fan nodded and wrote down the name of this person, and said that he would probably deal with him in the future.

"Four thousand and five white spirit stones!"

Yang Yu refused to admit defeat and looked at him coldly.

"Five thousand spirit stones!"

Yu Wenlin said coldly, aggressive, unyielding, and looking like he was bound to win.

Yang Yu hesitated a little and looked back at his father.

"Five thousand five hundred!" Yang Yu got his father's promise and immediately increased the price.

"Seven thousand spirit stones!"

Yu Wenlin is full of confidence.

raised the price to 7,000 at once, which made the atmosphere on the field suddenly hot.

"Father......" Yang Yu couldn't hold it anymore.

"Give it to him. The patriarch of the Yang family said indifferently: "Wait for the Zhuji Dan, see if their Yuwen family still has the confidence......

"Seven thousand spirit stones, is there a higher ......?"

After a while, this prohibitive and experienced top-grade defensive spirit weapon was taken away by the Yuwen family.

"Lin'er, this defensive spirit weapon, you take it back and refine it. ”

The patriarch of the Yuwen family was an old man with a thin body, wearing a golden blue robe, and the corners of his mouth showed a smile of conspiracy.

"Xie Family Master Longen!"

Yu Wenlin was grateful.

"Senior Brother Lin, if you refine this armor, you will be able to have a few more chances of winning in the Nine Secret Realm in a year......

A quiet and gentle woman next to her said that it was the Miss Yuwen family who had a meeting with Yang Fan, Yuwen Rou.

"Senior Sister Rou is right. Yu Wenlin smiled at Yu Wenrou: "I will live up to the high expectations and cultivation of the family." ”

"The penultimate item in the auction below, the name is, 'Purple Xuan Sword'. It's a ...... The Best Artifact !!"

The fat-faced monk almost shouted those last words.

The best spiritual weapon!!

The monks in the field were invigorated.

The best spiritual weapon, in the eyes of all low-level monks, is an unattainable holy relic.

Those masters in the foundation building period all stared at the "Purple Xuan Sword" with burning eyes.

"The best spiritual weapon, the power is huge, I don't need to say more. ”

The fat-faced monk waved his hand suddenly: "The best spirit weapon, the Purple Xuan Sword, the starting price, three thousand spirit stones!"

"Three thousand five hundred!"

"Three thousand eight hundred!"

"Four thousand spirit stones!"

......

Prices continue to climb, and almost all of the four major families in Kyoto have taken action.

"The best spiritual weapon...... Cheng Laoxian beside Yang Fan was amazed.

Of course, monks like them who are below the foundation building period can only look at it and increase their horizons.

"Seven thousand spirit stones!"

After a while, the price climbed to seven thousand, reaching the price of the top-grade defensive spirit weapon just now.

"Seven thousand two hundred spirit stones!"

"Eight thousand spirit stones!"

The Chu family in Kyoto stood up with a young man dressed as a scholar, holding a jade folding fan, elegant and extraordinary, smiling, and quoted a price that overwhelmed the audience.

"That junior must be Chu Minghui of the Chu family in Kyoto, known as the 'Jade Fan Scholar', and his cultivation has also reached the late stage of concentrating, second only to Nayu Wenlin......"

A certain master of the foundation building period exclaimed.

Jade fan scholar, Chu Minghui.

Yang Fan looked at the handsome and extraordinary young scholar with a good demeanor and remembered this name.

"Eight thousand spirit stones, is there anything higher!"

The fat-faced friar's voice was almost hoarse.

After a while, the best spiritual weapon "Zixuan Sword" was taken away by the Chu family in Kyoto.

Eight thousand spirit stones, almost reaching the limit of ordinary top-grade spirit weapons, no matter how high it is, there is no point, it is better to go to other high-level markets to trade.

After the Zixuan Sword was slapped away, the audience was sensational for a moment, and then suddenly returned to a dead silence.

Everyone is waiting for the finale of this auction.

"Next is the last item of the auction, which is also expected...... Tsukidan!"

The fat-faced monk was hoarse and roared.

"Tsukidan, the number is only one, and the starting price is ...... Four thousand spirit stones!"

"The reserve price is 4,000, and the auction will start!"

"Five thousand!"

"Five thousand five!"

"Five thousand eight!"

......

There was a storm on the field.

"Seven thousand!"

"Seven thousand eight hundred!"

At this moment, the people who are competing are all the big forces in Kyoto, led by the four major families.

"Ten thousand spirit stones...... I'll take it!"

Suddenly, a voice with infinite mysterious magic came.

Suddenly, there was silence - everyone couldn't help but look at the first row of the seats.

There, sits a mysterious man wearing a black mask.

(To be continued)