"These strange things may be ancient treasures worth a thousand gold, or they may be worthless waste, it depends on your vision and luck......

The fat-faced monk's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of demagogy in his tone.

"There is still this kind of auction, and the value of the item cannot be determined, what is the difference between this and gambling?"

Yang Fan's face was different, it was the first time he participated in the auction of Yunfeng Treasure Pavilion, and he didn't know much about the situation.

When the fat-faced monk finished speaking, many monks on the scene actually showed excitement and anticipation, and they were ready to move.

Among these monks, there are actually some masters in the foundation building period, and their eyes are shining, obviously very interested in the next auction.

"Lord Wang, this auction method is peculiar, I don't know what the results have been in the previous auctions?"

Yang Fan asked curiously.

Yu Wenyan turned his head and said with a light smile: "Among these strange things, most of them are mediocre products, and a few are indeed some strange things, with unknown origins, unknown uses, and immeasurable value. I remember that three years ago, someone auctioned a ring for 500 spirit stones, which was actually a legendary ancient treasure, and it was said that the effect was very magical......

"Is that really the case?"

Yang Fan also felt unbelievable, he could actually get an ancient treasure from here.

Ancient treasures, generally the best of the magic weapons, spread from ancient times, the material is excellent, the power is at least half stronger than the magic weapon of the same level, or even double several times, its value is incalculable.

"What the prince said is right, the old man has also heard about the relevant rumors. About ten years ago, there was an unnamed ancient book at this auction, the material is very special, invulnerable, invulnerable. But no one recognizes the words on it. In the end, this nameless ancient book was seized by a mysterious person. In the process of escaping with ancient books, this person was chased and killed by high-level monks in Yuyang, and finally revealed his identity, which was actually a demon cultivator from the demon clan in the transformation period!"

The Oriental Medicine Master next to King Yan said with a smile.

"No wonder these people are so excited......"

Yang Fan suddenly realized that this form of auction has the surname of gambling, and if he is lucky, he may be able to get a treasure that reaches the sky. Of course, the end result is mostly a mediocre thing.

"Now for the auction of the first odd thing. This is a black book with strange materials, only about 20 pages, but the content on it is mysterious and obscure, and even a certain high-ranking monk in the Jindan period can't understand it. The starting price of this item is two hundred spirit stones. ”

With the introduction of the fat-faced monk, soon two nuns with beautiful postures and elegant movements carried a box made of transparent crystals.

Inside the box was a worn-out black book with a lot of dirt on it, apparently old.

"The base price of two hundred spirit stones, start the auction now!"

The fat-faced monk was also excited.

A black book that even high-level monks in the Jindan period can't read?

This immediately aroused the curiosity of the monks on the field, but many people were also very hesitant and did not plan to make a move.

Indeed, even the high-ranking monks couldn't understand the content of the mantra, and they low-level monks were even more hopeless.

Many monks on the field tried to use their divine senses to look into the past, but the transparent spar box was obviously not an ordinary thing, and it immediately isolated the divine consciousness of everyone on the field.

"I'll give you three hundred spirit stones!" someone quickly quoted.

"Three hundred and fifty. ”

The field calmed down for a while, and someone raised the price again.

A moment later, this unknown black book was held up to the high level of a thousand spirit stones, and was acquired by the Kyoto Yuwen family.

Yang Fan did not participate, but his face was strange and did not speak.

"The second strange thing, this is a broken ancient armor, there are many mysterious runes on it, the origin is unknown, but the material is quite hard, and the spiritual weapons of the masters in the foundation building period cannot damage its penny. However, due to the incompleteness of the ancient armor, it cannot be used as a magic weapon. ”

"This broken ancient armor, the price starts at three hundred spirit stones, and the auction starts now. ”

The fat-faced monk blushed and waved his hand hard.

"Five hundred spirit stones!" a certain master in the foundation building period began to increase the price.

Yang Fan looked at the broken ancient armor for a moment, and his face showed a different color.

Due to the transparent crystal, other people's divine senses could not penetrate the body of the ancient armor.

But Yang Fan is different, he can enter omniscient mode and observe in a very subtle way

"A thousand spirit stones!"

After a while, this armor piercing was raised to the price of a thousand spirit stones, and its value continued to rise.

Obviously, the monks on the field all understood that the materials of this broken ancient armor were so hard, even if they were not strange things, they could completely refine new magic weapons by remelting them with these materials.

"Fifteen hundred spirit stones!"

"Eighteen hundred!"

"Two thousand!"

The materials of the broken ancient armor attracted a few refining masters on the field.

"Two thousand three hundred!"

"Three Thousand Spirit Stone !!"

Suddenly, a slightly fiery voice came, shocking the audience.

Everyone looked sideways, and it was a sturdy bearded man who spoke, his muscles were abrupt and powerful, and there was a faint fiery power.

The most obvious thing is his hands, which are very large and rough, almost twice the size of ordinary people's hands, like a pu fan, which is daunting.

"Iron Mill Mountain, it turned out to be him...... Kyoto's most prestigious alchemist. ”

Iron Mill Mountain! Master of Refining!

Yang Fan couldn't help but look at the eight-character bearded man a few more times, and found that the other party's cultivation was extremely profound, and there was a terrifying ** power on his body, I am afraid that he is a master who has stepped into the foundation building period.

Three thousand spirit stones!

There was a sensation in the audience, and then calm again.

The refining master made a move, and even if some people still had the intention of competing, they retreated.

As a result, this broken ancient armor was obtained by this refining master.

"Hurry up, bring me the ancient armor and let me see ......"

Iron Mill Mountain's eyes flashed with a spark of excitement.

Soon there were monks, under the protection of the guards, who delivered the things to the hands of the master refiner.

"Yes, this material is really rare, and it is as hard as ......"

Tie Mo Shan stroked the texture on the ancient armor, he couldn't put it down, and then he happily paid the spirit stone on the spot.

Three thousand spirit stones, pushing the auction to another **.

Subsequently, two or three more strange objects were auctioned in succession, and all of them were sold for incredible prices.

"The next oddity, this is a pair of strange boots, of unknown material, somewhat worn. The peculiarity of these boots is that when there is a strong wind, a strange "whirring" sound can be faintly heard. ”

The fat-faced monk said with a flat face.

Everyone looked sideways, and the shoes were very worn, and the material was a little soft, but they didn't look like a trace of spirit.

"The price starts at a hundred spirit stones. Fat-faced monk said.

"At first glance, I thought it was the legendary 'Wind Boots', but the Wind Boots are not of this color. ”

Someone laughed.

"Wind Boots, that's a legendary powerful auxiliary magic weapon that can speed up the monk by nearly double the speed of the monk, and even trigger a storm, which can be compared to this thing in front of you at this time?"

"I guess this item may be a replica of the 'Wind Boots', but it was damaged in the battle and the spirit was annihilated. ”

"Daoyou is right, this type of magic weapon, the key lies in the machine spirit and formation, and now the material is also damaged, probably of little value. ”

The price started for a while, but no one wanted it.

"One hundred and twenty spirit stones. ”

A moment later, a voice with a slight hesitation came.

Everyone looked sideways, and it was Kyoto's No. 1 legendary pharmacist holding the sign.

Yang Fan held up the sign and quoted a low price of one hundred and twenty.

One hundred and twenty, which is probably the lowest price of the auction.

"Are there any other Taoist friends who have increased the price?"

The fat-faced monk was a little unwilling.

One hundred and twenty spirit stones, which is really a bit low, but he can't help it, these broken boots are just like that, and they are broken.

After inspecting for a while, all he received was a mocking gaze, and the fat-faced monk was helpless, and said, "In this case, these boots belong to Divine Doctor Yang." ”

After speaking, he also smiled at Yang Fan.

He has also heard of the name of Kyoto's No. 1 miracle doctor.

Yang Fan smiled, and asked the monk who was in charge of the service beside him to buy the talisman seal and this pair of boots, and send them over, and paid the spirit stone happily.

Yang Fan received the third-level talisman seal "Ice Cloud Phantom Mountain" into the storage bag, but looked at the pair of broken boots in his hand.

Although the boots were very shabby and a little gray, Yang Fan could tell that they should have been silver.

After buying it, I felt that these boots had no spiritual surname, and they were also lighter, lighter than the boots worn by ordinary people.

The material of these boots is also very thin, like feathers, giving people a not very solid and reassuring appearance.

"Am I feeling wrong?"

Yang Fan's face showed a deep groan, he obviously felt an extremely faint trace of life fluctuations from these boots just now, if it weren't for his cultivation of such anti-heaven exercises as the Immortal Hung Jue, and observing in an omniscient mode, I am afraid that he would not be able to feel this subtle life fluctuation.

Dongfang Pharmacist looked at him with a smile: "Why did Pharmacist Yang buy a pair of boots with no spiritual surname, this thing obviously has no chance of repairing." ”

"Could it be that the Oriental Pharmacist knows his origin?" Yang Fan felt that the rosacea old man had something to say.

"No, I've just seen something like that. According to my analysis, in order to restore this thing, it will probably need the blood of the legendary beast, and even a thinner one is hopeful. The old man said.

"Oh?" Yang Fan immediately put this item into the "Xianhong Space".

Standing on the green land of Xianhong Space, Yang Fan groaned slightly, and put the pair of broken boots under his feet.

Under his mind, a thin stream of life slowly poured into his boots.

After about a breath or two, Yang Fan's mind moved, and he faintly felt that slight life fluctuation, which seemed to have a tendency to strengthen.

Moreover, the color of the boots, which were originally worn out and gray, seems to be slowly changing.

"Hopeful ......"

Yang Fan was secretly happy in his heart, if this boot could have half the power of the legendary "Wind Boots", then he would make a lot of money.

"The following strange object is a mysterious picture scroll, the material is ordinary, the origin is unknown, and the age is long. However, when the stars are in the sky, it seems that you can see the light points of the stars reflected above. ”

The fat-faced monk introduced.

As soon as this thing came out, Yu Wenxin next to King Yan changed color and exclaimed:

"Father, this is it!"

"Could it be ......" Yang Fan had a different face, lowered his voice, and met her eyes.

"Brother Yang, this is what Xin'er saw in her dream...... I heard the man in the dream say, "This thing belongs to me." ”

Yu Wenxin said in surprise, his breathing was a little short, his breath was like an orchid, his eyes were rippling, and he carefully stared at the mysterious picture scroll on the front desk.

(To be continued)