The cave is actually myself

Chapter 150 Auction
Cangxing City.

Lu Yuan's spiritual thoughts possessed the bone-eroding demon puppet, wearing the skin of a handsome young man.

Inside the chest of the Bone-Eroding Demon Puppet, the Phantom Yin Pupil, which is covered with weird eyeballs, floats quietly in the middle. The small paper figure becomes two inches long, constantly shuttles between the bones of the Bone-Eroding Demon Puppet, playing with the bones without touching the body. boring game.

At this moment, the handsome young man Lu Yuan was standing in front of the largest shop in Cangxing City, Baibao Pavilion.

He came here to participate in a large-scale auction organized by Baibao Pavilion, and wanted to buy some high-grade elixir seeds or monster eggs.

He had bought elixir seeds several times in Cangxing City before, but he couldn't buy those high-grade varieties, so he came to the auction this time to see if he could find something he was satisfied with.

After the monk who formed the alchemy of the Heavenly Sword Sect attacked the sword array and the news from Ma Mingyuan, Lu Yuan had a rare sense of urgency.

In the past, he had maintained a casual attitude towards the development of the cave. Whether it was opening the cave to attract monks or using the treasure-hunting gold building to receive guests, he didn't particularly care and passively accepted the rewards they brought.

This time, Lu Yuan planned to take the initiative and come to Cangxing City to look for opportunities that could make the cave a step further.

"Number 91, a good serial number."

He looked at a dark wooden sign with '91' engraved on it in his hand, and followed a beautiful mid-level Qi-training female monk to a hall.

This wooden sign represents the serial number of the auction he is waiting for. The conditions for obtaining it are very tricky. He needs to show that he has more than [-] spirit stone assets and pay [-] spirit stones as the entrance fee.

"With nearly two hundred monks, Baibao Pavilion is indeed the best businessman in Cangxing City. It can earn [-] spirit stones from the entrance fee alone."

Lu Yuan looked around unnaturally, taking in the detailed layout of the hall at a glance.

The minimum cultivation level of two hundred monks is high-level qi training, and there are about seventy or even ten monks who are above the initial stage of foundation establishment, and there are even a dozen monks whose aura cannot be sensed.

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan's heart trembled. Countless tiny bone spurs protruded from his skull. He tightly controlled a pair of eyes and looked ahead motionless. He followed the female monk to his seat.

However, he was not worried that he would be discovered. Human skin, human bones, and his own spiritual thoughts were not normal existences when taken alone, but when the three were combined, they looked like an ordinary building. Basic early monks.

It doesn't matter if something strange is noticed. After all, many monks are on the verge of alienation or in a semi-alienated state, and it is common for the body to have some abnormalities.

"Isn't that Deacon Wang who entered the cave before? One of the first foundation-building monks who entered, I remember that he seemed to be using a green cage magic weapon."

Lu Yuan saw a familiar figure among the monks of Baibao Pavilion who were maintaining order in the hall and couldn't help but take a second look.

Deacon Wang, who was in the early stage of foundation building, seemed to feel something. He looked back at Lu Yuan. The corners of Lu Yuan's mouth moved, and the bone spurs pulled out a big smile.

After saying hello to Lao Wang who had entered his body, Lu Yuan immediately shifted his gaze and looked elsewhere.

"There are so many foundation-building monks, and even pill-forming monks, all of them are rich. If they can enter the cave, I don't know how many top-quality rewards they can bring to themselves."

Lu Yuan looked at the Foundation Establishment cultivators everywhere around him, his eyes glowed green, thanks to the absence of secretion system, otherwise his saliva would flow out.

"Hmm... this seems to be feasible to a certain extent. Now that the Luo Bao Xun Jin building is getting bigger and bigger, when it is large enough, it may be used to hold a large auction to attract high-ranking monks.

The elixirs grown directly in the cave, the magical tools and talismans left behind by the monks' deaths, and the prescribed martial arts elixirs were generally put into treasure boxes, and the best ones were auctioned off. "

"Or hold a treasure exchange meeting, strictly control the cultivation level, and only allow high-level monks to enter, and the exchange of treasures in itself can bring rich rewards to the cave."

Thinking of this feasibility, Lu Yuan felt a little excited.

With imagination running wild, the auction officially begins.

A simple-looking late-stage foundation-building monk came to the stage and gave a speech to welcome the monks present. The first auction item was presented to everyone.

A flying sword floats in front of the late-stage foundation-building monk. The blade is looming, and you can see countless silver-white sand that reflects light on the sword.

"Hidden Sand Sword, a third-grade flying sword, is extremely fast. It can hide the blade when attacking, making it difficult to detect. The base price is one thousand five hundred spirit stones. Each increase in price must not be less than fifty spirit stones."

"I pay seventeen thousand!"

"Two thousand spirit stones!"

"2000 two hundred spirit stones!"

The first auction set off a small climax, and the monks on the scene kept shouting out prices one after another, with almost no gaps.

Flying swords are the most common type of all magic weapons. Although this Hidden Sand Sword is not of a very high grade, only the third grade, it is already considered a first-grade weapon for all the Qi-training monks present and most of the early-stage foundation-building monks. The little one is the best.

Soon, the bidding kept rising, and finally it was taken away by an early-stage foundation-building monk for [-] spirit stones, which was almost as much as the price of an ordinary fourth-grade flying sword.

Lu Yuan was speechless secretly, lamenting that the flower spirit stone is like flowing water.

He weighed the storage bag on his waist, and the slightest tension he had just felt disappeared immediately.

I almost forgot the fact that I have a lot of spirit stones.

The auction continued in full swing, with high-end magic weapons, top-grade elixirs, and superior techniques appearing on the stage in an endless stream, tugging at the heartstrings of the monks present. The final transaction price continued to break new records.

Old God Lu Yuan was at ease. Looking at the monk next to him with bulging veins and roaring loudly, he felt quite strange in his heart.

"Next, there is a third-grade treasure, the sword-raising gourd."

A gourd with green and mottled surface was presented in front of everyone, the inside of the gourd was full of sword energy, and the monk sitting closest even had the feeling that the sword energy would shoot out at any time and attack him.

"This sword-raising gourd is of excellent quality. It comes from a secret realm near Cangxing City. The sword energy contained in it is extremely pure. When activated, it is equivalent to a full-strength blow from a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment. It can be used as a trump card.

The base price is one thousand two hundred spirit stones, and each increase in price must not be less than fifty spirit stones. "

The simple and honest monk, with a lotus blossom on his tongue, eloquently introduced the advantages of raising sword gourds.

Lu Yuan, who was sitting below, nodded slightly. He was a knowledgeable person.

Auction begins.

"Thirteen hundred spirit stones."

"Fifteen hundred spiritual stones! I want to order this sword-raising gourd!"

A middle-aged man carrying a huge sword did not hesitate and directly increased the price by two hundred spirit stones.

"One thousand and eight hundred spirit stones!"

A sword cultivator in the early stage of foundation building also took a fancy to this sword-raising gourd.

"I will give you one thousand nine hundred spirit stones."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and then increased the price by another hundred spiritual stones.

"Two thousand spirit stones!"

A slightly childish voice sounded, and the two of them looked to see a handsome young man holding a nameplate in his hand and shouting loudly.

(End of this chapter)