The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

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When he arrived at the banquet hall, Jiang Xinyu did not find his father, so he asked the maid beside him: "Where is my father?"

"Return to the young city lord, the city lord and the great elder went to the county city to purchase. It is said that they are still preparing to start the sub-rudder. They are not in the city in the near future." The delicate and beautiful maid made a very sweet and soft voice.

"Okay, you go down first." Jiang Xinyu squeezed the maid's face, and then with his hands on his back, he took Ye Feng and a group of people to sit on the seats.

After eating and drinking, everyone moved to the Treasure Pavilion Auction Hall a few miles away.

This is a 100-meter-high dome building with a ten-foot-high auction platform in the middle, surrounded by a large number of seats and boxes in the air.

As a distinguished guest, Ye Feng and his party were naturally assigned to the Tianzi No. 1 box.

Through the curtains, the disciples saw people entering the treasure pavilion one after another, sitting in positions, waiting quietly.

Suddenly, dozens of auras at the Ju Yuan realm level entered the Treasure Pavilion.

Ye Feng felt a little familiar. He opened the gauze and looked down, and found that the person who came was actually the powerful person of Yunhua, Sanyuan City Lord, Baifu City Deputy City Lord, Hundred Equipment Sect, Qingyunmen and other forces.

"It is said that the heavyweight auction item this time is a high-quality middle-grade spiritual weapon. It is rumored that the value is not less than 8,000 low-grade spiritual stones. The real man happened to be short of a spiritual sword. See who dares to compete with me. "

A domineering voice struck.

When everyone heard the sound, they only felt that the pressure had increased, and the entire Treasure Pavilion seemed to tremble, and couldn't help but look at it.

I saw a real Qingyun man dressed in a green shirt with his hands on his back, and several Qingyunmen elders followed by his side. His body was full of radiance and great momentum.

"Those who have the money in the auction will get it. Real Qingyun can't be so overbearing." Sect Master Liuyun walked into the Treasure Pavilion and said with a smile.

He waved his hand lightly and withdrew the aura of True Person Qingyun.

The pressure on the others dropped, and they couldn't help but cast grateful glances at Sect Master Liuyun.

"Ahem, fellow daoists, the auction is about to begin, please take a seat."

An old man of the second level of the Juyuan realm stepped into the treasure pavilion and stood on the high platform of the auction. "The old man Jiang Daoli is the resident presiding officer of the auction pavilion. I must be known by many dao friends present here."

"Then, the old don't talk nonsense, just start bidding!"

"The first treasure is a first-class spell "Aura Pegasus". After training, you can use the Aura to transform into a white horse with wings on the back. You can fly for a short time. The disadvantage is that it consumes a lot of aura. The starting price is three. Ten low-grade spirit stones."

The host Jiang Daoli took out an ancient book and quickly completed the introduction.

"Thirty-five."

"thirty eight."

"forty."

"..."

After a fierce auction, "Aura Pegasus" was sold for fifty-three low-grade spirit stones.

"The second auction item is a bottle of spirit wine that has been collected for many years, which can speed up the practice, especially before the double repairs. Both parties drink a glass. The effect, tusk, only the Taoists who have tried it..."

Jiang Daoli talked freely and invited people to bid.

In less than half an hour, hundreds of spiritual weapons, spells, elixirs, or refined spirit mines have been sold.

However, the level of these objects is not high, and most of them are auctioned in the Refining Realm.

After that, there were auctions for treasures suitable for use in the Juyuan realm, such as second-rank and third-rank spells, ordinary middle-rank spirit weapons, and lower-rank Ning Yuan Dan.

Ye Feng looked calmly, and didn't make a move.

This is not to look down on it, but the ethereal sect is too poor. Even if you sell 30 lower-grade spiritual tools and obtain 60 middle-grade spiritual stones, you still have to search and search, otherwise it will be difficult to get the refining. The spirit stone needed by the Five Elements Spirit Sword.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

"The next thing to bid for is the hot spot this time, an excellent middle-grade spirit sword with a valuation of not less than five thousand spirit stones, from a master craftsman, and the starting price is three thousand low-grade spirit stones. "

Jiang Daoli opened a wooden box and took out a sharp spirit sword. It was only a ruler long, but with cold light blooming.

As soon as the spirit sword came out, everyone felt tingling on their skin, as if they had encountered a powerful enemy.

"It's finally started." Seeing the spirit sword, Ye Feng and the disciples of the Misty School became interested immediately, wanting to see how much they could sell.

In an instant, dozens of spiritual senses were covered on the spirit sword, constantly scanning, judging its quality and value.

"It really is a good sword, the real man bid three thousand five!" Qingyun real man took the lead in retracting his spiritual sense, holding his arms, the corners of his mouth gradually raised, and the first to quote the price.

"This sword is so exquisite, it can be said to be a rare treasure for practitioners who practice kendo. This Sect Master has also taken a fancy to it, and the bid is three thousand eight!" Sect Master Liuyun is not to be outdone.

In normal times, bidding with the real Qingyun of Xiaodu Jichang will definitely be hated by him, but now that there is a huge threat of Demon City, Sect Master Liuyun just wants to improve his own strength as much as possible.

This spirit sword must be started!

"Four thousand." Sect Master Hundred Tools also participated in the bidding.

He had never seen such an exquisite refining technique, as if it weren't made by humans, because the pattern on it was very neat. If he could get this spirit sword and take it back to the Hundred Tool Sect for research, he would definitely gain a lot.

"Four thousand and five!" Qingyun Zhenren patted the armrest angrily.

"Four thousand and eighty!" Sect Master Liuyun raised the price again.

"Five thousand!" The Sect Master of the Hundred Tools Sect frowned and increased the price. This was already his limit. No matter how expensive it was, it would be fine. After all, the Hundred Tools Sect was not his own words, and he couldn't spend so much money on a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

"Five thousand three." Real Qingyun smashed the handrail, "Whoever dares to bid with me anymore, if he goes out, he must have a hang."

As soon as the words came out, everyone shrank their necks.

Jiang Daoli, who was in charge of the presiding, twitched. The secret path Qingyun real person is too overbearing. When auctioning, the most annoying is this kind of people who use force to break the rules and cause the auction house to make less money.

Sect Master Liuyun and Sect Master Hundred Devices looked at each other in the air, reluctantly shook their heads, and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to increase prices.

In the box.

Ye Feng slapped his thigh and secretly scolded Real Man Qingyun, the old fellow, for being so overbearing that he dared to cut his own money, so he shouted:

"Hanging? You deserve it too?!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was silent.

Many people with unknown circumstances cast unbelievable glances at Ye Feng's box. Who is it, even the overbearing real Qingyun dare not want to live?

Jiang Daoli and Jiang Xinyu also shrank their pupils.

Ye Feng offended the real Qingyun, if the two sides fight in Longwu City, what a good thing!

"It's him!"

Sect Master Liuyun, Sect Master Hundred Devices, City Master of Sanyuan City and others all stared at the sudden sound.

Really Qingyun couldn't be more familiar with this voice, as if returning to the day when Ye Feng was hanged and beaten by Ye Feng, his old body was shocked.

The elder of Qingyunmen next to him thought that his sect master was angry, so he pointed to the box where Ye Feng was located and yelled: "Where is the young Xiao Xiaoxiao, dare to..."

"Shut up and get out!"

Real Man Qingyun kicked the elder flying, and then sat down tightly, staring at the box where Ye Feng was located, and sneered: "Ye Feng! If you have money, you can bid for it, instead of trying to show your tongue."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar.

It is rumored that the real Qingyun, who loves to hold grudges and behaves in a domineering manner, did not attack Ye Feng, but lived in peace?

How is this going?

are you afraid?

Except for a few people like the Sect Master Liuyun, even the disciples of the Misty Sect thought this matter was incredible.

"Mr. Qingyun seems to be a little jealous of the master and uncle, who can tell me what's going on?" Shi Lei expressed a dazed look.

All the disciples looked at Ye Feng.

"I bid, five thousand and five!" Ye Feng ignored the shock of the crowd, but began to offer.

On the high platform.

Jiang Daoli swallowed and looked at Real Person Qingyun, and said, "Qing... Real Person Qingyun, this head of Ye seems to be making a higher bid than you."

Real Man Qingyun had a sullen face and snorted coldly: "Six thousand!"

"Six thousand and one yuan." Ye Feng quoted.

"Six thousand and five!" Qingyun Zhenren increased the price.

"Six thousand five hundred and one yuan." Ye Feng continued to offer, and it was always a spirit stone higher than that of Real Qingyun.

"I'm so angry!" Qing Yun smashed the floor with one foot, a terrible breath erupted from his body, and he was about to explode in full.

Everyone almost knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

In the box.

Mo Ying lowered his voice and said, "Master, we can't afford this price, right?"

"I don't want to buy, but to drive up the price." Ye Feng smiled.

He used Feng Yuan Lingzhu to shield the conversation, except for Mo Ying, no other disciples could hear the voice.

"I get it!" Mo Ying nodded and looked at the real Qingyun in the distance, "But, what if you are hated by the real Qingyun afterwards?"

"Do you think he can beat me?" Ye Feng asked rhetorically.

Mo Ying was stunned for a moment, and then her pupils shrank suddenly.

No wonder Ye Feng is so arrogant, the original strength is already strong enough to not fear the real Qingyun.

Could it be that he is the pinnacle of Ju Yuan Realm?

Thinking of the monster city being bombarded by a mysterious strong man with a meteorite, Mo Ying looked at Ye Feng, as smart as her, and instantly thought that this was the ethereal third-rank spell "Sky Moon Strike".

"Sure enough, the head is the pinnacle fierce of the Ju Yuan realm who made trouble in the Demon City! It turns out that his strength is so amazing, it's no wonder that weird methods are endless."

Mo Ying suddenly enlightened.

At this time, the real person Qingyun suddenly walked out of the box, pointed at Ye Feng and yelled: "I have bought this middle-grade spirit sword for eight thousand yuan!"

The sound was thunderous, accompanied by the sound of swords, which made the heart tremble.

Ye Feng thought about it for a while~www.readwn.com~ felt that the price could not be increased any more.

Otherwise, once the real person Qingyun suddenly refuses to buy, it will be a big loss.

Therefore, Ye Feng deliberately stood in front of the box, his expression changed from calm to solemn, as if he was considering whether to increase the price, his acting skills were superb.

"Are you going to increase the price?" Qingyun real person sneered.

In his opinion, Ye Feng, who was sinking into hesitation, must have no money, otherwise, it would be impossible not to increase the price immediately.

Ye Feng frowned, and after hesitating for a moment, he sighed: "Oh! Ye is so shy in his pocket that he can't increase the price. He missed such a wonderful middle-grade spirit sword, what a pity!"

After speaking, Ye Feng sat slumped in a chair, looking up at the sky, as if he had missed some great opportunity. His acting skills became more and more exquisite, and even Mo Ying almost believed it.

"Head, are you okay?" Li Jiaojiao and other female disciples hurriedly gathered around, squeezing his shoulders and beating his back, and they cooperated very well.

"Since the head of Ye has withdrawn from the competition, then this middle-grade spirit sword was sold to the real Qingyun for the price of eight thousand lower-grade spirit stones." Jiang Daoli gave a final word.

"Cut, I dare to compete with the real man if I don't have money!" Real Qingyun laughed grinningly, paid on the spot, got this incomparable middle-grade spirit sword, immediately recognized the master, and named it "Qingyun Sword". Can't put it down.

Then, he squinted at Ye Feng, triumphantly.

True person Qingyun didn't even know that the Qingyun sword he bought with eight thousand spirit stones was actually made by Ye Feng!

He didn't even know that he was pitted!

Although the quality of this spirit sword is very high, the real price is only five or six thousand spirit stones, which is far lower than the transaction price of eight thousand yuan.

In a luxurious box.

Young City Lord Jiang Xinyu swallowed and gave Ye Feng a thumbs up silently.

"Ye Zhangmen pushed up the price, which directly increased the transaction price of the middle-grade spirit sword by 40%, high, really high!"