When Bai Ye's figure stepped into the venue, he bared his teeth, and it was not just a token that could step into the venue. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There were still two intermediate spirit stones in the teleportation array, which made Bai Ye couldn't help but admire the methods of the Wanbao Building operator.

As soon as Bai Ye stepped out of the teleportation array, a waiter walked by, smiling and whispering.

Reluctantly paying two spirit stones again, Bai Ye took a seat on the periphery.

The venue was not small, one-third of the time, and about 100 people were seated, but it was not noisy.

Most of these people wore masks or cloaks on their faces, and they sat there, either with their eyes closed, or like Bai Ye.

When his gaze swept over the four walls of the hall, Bai Ye's gaze shrank, and the formation patterns there flickered more than a layer of cloth.

Although restrained, without the slightest murderous intent and coercion, no one would doubt that if the venue was disturbed, those terrifying powers would immediately wipe out that person, and even the Jindan monks would not be able to resist the sudden time.

And the foundation building attendants all over the venue reached dozens of people.

"Every attendant here, if he is in Fuga, can become an elder in the gate, but here, he only drives the miscellaneous servants."

At this moment, Bai Ye's heart had a clearer impression of the White Emperor Palace behind Wanbaolou.

Time passed slowly in this slight dreary, and when the hall was full and no teleportation light was lit, there was a sudden sound of running out.

When this voice came, everyone was shocked, and Bai Ye, who closed his eyes and was concentrating, also opened his eyes.

The high platform is not far from the side door, and when he walked out of the figure at this moment, before he showed his appearance, there was laughter.

"Thank you all for coming to this auction!

The rules remain the same, the highest price gets, the minimum price of 100,000 intermediate spirit stones, as for the less than 100,000, after all the 43 pieces of the main object are auctioned, the waiters of the building will be displayed ten times, a total of more than 1,000 pieces, the price is between hundreds and tens of thousands, in the form of secret bidding, auction. “

At this time, the person who spoke had already revealed his full appearance, and when Bai Ye saw it, the corners of his eyes couldn't help jumping.

It was a short, stocky middle-aged man dressed in a sumptuous robe with a shrewd look on his face.

But he stood there, and the powerful aura that belonged to the peak of Jindan was uninhibited at this moment, but that look swept over the venue, which had already made the hearts of eighty percent of the monks at this moment shake.

Wan Long, one of the three deputy owners of Wanbao Building.

"If the bidder does not carry enough spirit stones, he can use other items as collateral, and my Wanbaolou will ask five appraisers to estimate the price, and the average price will be taken at that time. “

When the words fell, from the secret door behind the high platform, out of a bewitching female cultivator, as soon as this woman appeared, the brilliance of the jade plate in her hand attracted everyone's attention.

It was a golden jade page, on which the vermilion lines were faintly visible, and there were pale red brilliance intertwined in the air, becoming an existence like a vein.

Just when this vermilion pattern appeared and disappeared, Bai Ye's complexion changed sharply even if he was far away, and he was almost speechless.

The interweaving of the veins is actually like the existence of immortal patterns, which seems to contain some kind of mystery, but at this moment, the spiritual power that the female cultivator withdrew and induced, and it was only a flowing rainbow, which could not be carefully consulted.

In one of the secret pavilions where the auction existed, Bai Ye had suspected to be the beautiful woman of the Daoist Ancestor, and behind him stood a girl named Shi'er, and a young man with white hair.

At the moment when the lines appeared, the white-haired young man suddenly changed color, "Immortal pattern? No, how could the White Emperor Palace allow the Enlightenment Immortal Pattern to appear at the auction.

His gaze was on the beautiful woman.

The woman's eyes were calm, and she smiled lightly and said: "This pattern is not an immortal pattern, and it is of little value, but those monks or sects who have no background are afraid that they will fight wildly." “

"This gold and jade page is called the Red Book Yuan Sutra, for a thousand years ago, before the Southern Xinjiang Red Book Zhenjun Shou Yuan was exhausted, he wanted to find the ancient immortal road left behind, for his half-immortal body to the Taoist perception, although the final search for the immortal road failed, but this scripture for our monks, there is still immeasurable value, this scripture reserve price of five million medium-grade spirit stones. “

Although Wan Long's tone was light, as soon as the words came out, they immediately caused a shock in the auction.

Although there are many people who don't know who Chishu Zhenjun is, but they want to find the Gu Immortal Road, the half-immortal Dao enlightenment can show that this person's former glory is that the entire venue immediately became turbulent after a moment of silence.

Bai Ye sat there, equally shocked in his heart.

Although it is not a legacy of a real immortal, this kind of comprehension that imprints the half-immortal monk is something that can be encountered but not sought, but as soon as the reserve price comes out, he can't help but gasp.

"My Qinghe faction is worth five million.!"

After only a few breaths, Huo Ran, a white-haired old man in the first row of the venue, stood up, his eyes swept over, and at the same time, the coercion belonging to the early stage of Jindan was released, and immediately filled the venue.

Qinghe faction, one of the three clans and four factions in one hall, this old man is the sect leader of the Qinghe faction, Long Fang, said it directly at this moment, and even exuded an aura to shock others, so that they did not dare to compete with it.

"Five million and one million."

"Five and a half million. “

The prestige of the Qinghe faction, as well as the breath of the early stage of Jindan, did not deter the surging inner cultivators in the venue, but after an instant, the voices of the price came and went.

The Yuan Sutra is priceless, the immortal road is priceless, although the Red Book Zhenjun is not an immortal, but this scripture contains the perception of the Tao, but it can reach the body of a half-immortal.

The auction of Wanbaolou, just this first auction, has caused the shock and fanaticism of ninety percent of the monks in the venue.

Bai Ye sat there, almost dumbfounded when he saw the almost non-stop bidding, and in the blink of an eye, it climbed to a price that frightened him.

Thinking that at the beginning, the millions of spirit stones on Yan Ning's body made him ecstatic and difficult to control.

The reserve price of only five million spirit stones made him gasp, and at this moment, a sound came out, an increase of 100,000, hundreds of thousands, which made him suspect that the spirit stones were as numerous as the stones on the side of the road.

Gradually, the sound of bidding appeared, and there was silence and sluggishness, and the price at this time was already astronomical for Bai Ye.

The crazy and tense atmosphere made almost everyone's palms sweat.

Long Fang, the sect leader of the Qinghe faction, had red eyes at this moment, and between his teeth, he called out again, making his voice tremble.

After a long silence, just when Bandung was about to announce the ownership of the Chishu Yuan Sutra, and Long Fang was relieved to reveal his ecstasy, he had been calmly bidding, and a monk whose figure was hidden in a black cloak and could not see his face clearly spoke slowly again.

When this voice came out, the dragon's face turned red, and then his eyes showed a cold light, and the killing machine appeared.

The monk in the cloak stepped forward calmly to hand over the spirit stone, and after taking the Yuan Jing, he didn't say a word, turned around and strode away, not even a trace of his eyes were left in the venue, and he was about to disappear into the teleportation array when he saw the figure.

"There are still important things to do, so I won't participate in this auction!"

Long Fang's eyes flickered, staring at the monk's back, and suddenly spoke.

"Sect Master Long, how about you sit down for half an hour!"

Wan Long's figure flickered, and suddenly appeared in front of the dragon who was about to leave, with a smile on his face and a light tone, but there was no doubt.

"Lord Wanlou, what does this mean?"

"Don't hide it from Brother Long, that Taoist friend just now, before the auction, he paid a million spirit stones, and the items were auctioned, if you leave halfway, please protect one or two in this building!"

Long Fang, who had a murderous face on his face, saw Wan Long's gradually cold gaze, and his heart suddenly sank.

Wanbaolou is not the name of the first floor, in this Zhongzhou land, Wanbaolou is not a few.

All Wanbaolou is one of the Eight Great Immortal Sects, owned by the White Emperor Palace in Zhongzhou, and the Qinghe faction is here, although it is also a first-class sect, but Wanbaolou is not something he can provoke.

Long Fang's expression immediately changed, he became respectful, hugged his fists, and looked very sincere: "Long Moufang just remembered an important matter in the faction, and he was in a hurry, so he asked Brother Wandao to forgive me." “

This person just saw a cold light, with a murderous intention on his face, everyone present was very clear, and seeing his faint words in the face of Wan Long at this moment, the speed of transformation made people feel emotional.

Sure enough, he was old and traitorous!