Chapter 778 Underground Auction, Lingyan
"One divided into three? It's a pity."
Han Changming frowned and said that in the early years, there were rumors in Qingha City that Xuanguang Zhenjun's Zuohua Cave Mansion was found to have spiritual flames and Tongtian Lingbao, and it was only later that the evil cultivator deliberately spread false news.
"It's really a pity. Apart from the two wisps of spiritual flames, there are many good things, such as spirit treasures. Among them is a spirit treasure-level alchemy furnace, the Suzaku Sky Furnace. With this alchemy furnace, the alchemist's alchemy rate will be as high as 100%. higher."
Lin Qing's voice was full of temptation.
"The Suzaku Sky Furnace?"
Han Changming showed an interested expression on his face. He already had a top-grade alchemy furnace, the Jinyan Furnace. If he got enough Jinyan Divine Crystals, he could ask the master craftsman to repair them, and he could restore the rank of the lower-grade Lingbao.
In the early years when he got the Suzaku Stove and Suzaku Pendant, Han Changming always felt that the real Suzaku was not so simple, either the real Suzaku did not die, or the Suzaku pendant was not made by the real Suzaku.
Suzaku Pendant's space is not small, just collecting materials is a problem, let alone refining it, it is still in the open sea.
"That's right, this is the spirit treasure refined by the Lord of Hundred Refinements. This senior was active more than 20,000 years ago and has since disappeared, but the treasure he refined is indeed very good. There are countless treasures, and three treasures are listed on the list of star field soldiers."
Lin Qing showed admiration, and said slowly.
Han Changming's knowledge has increased a lot. He heard Ma Yan mention the star field magic weapon list, and the treasure that can be on the list is at least the Tongtian Lingbao.
Han Changming nodded and asked a few questions, Lin Qing answered truthfully.
After a while, a middle-aged deacon came up, handed Lin Qing a cyan storage ring, and bowed back.
"Fellow Daoist Han, what do you think of these elixir? Does it suit your liking?"
Lin Qing handed the storage ring to Han Changming.
Han Changming flicked his wrist lightly, and a ray of light flashed by. There were a lot of jade boxes and wooden boxes on the ground. He checked carefully, and after confirming that there was no problem, he paid the Lingshi happily and left Qiancaolou.
An hour later, Han Changming returned to his residence.
Before the three of Han Debiao came back, Han Changming went into the basement and meditated to adjust his breath.
One day passed quickly.
The three of Han Debiao hadn't come back yet, so Han Changming contacted Ye Xin Ye Xue and learned that they were attending a gathering of senior monks, so he didn't disturb them.
"Uncle Wu, I have some good news for you. I got some fifth-grade spirit wine, and only the top-grade Transformation Pill is left."
Han Changming contacted Han Debiao and told Han Debiao the good news.
"Okay, I see, thank you for your hard work, Chang Ming."
Han Debiao said gratefully.
"My family is welcome, Uncle Wu, don't have too much hope, the fifth-level spirit wine may not be able to invite the monks of the God of Motion, I am afraid that we will have to rely on ourselves in the end."
Han Changming exhorted, he didn't have much hope, let the cultivator of Huashen help to deal with the fifth-order monster? Obviously unlikely.
This is like someone asking Han Changming to deal with other Nascent Soul cultivators with a spirit treasure or a fourth-order elixir, of course Han Changming would not agree.
"I know, let's get the Transformation Pill first."
Han Debiao agreed.
Putting away the summons tray, Han Changming left the residence.
A quarter of an hour later, he appeared at the gate of Jinhai Building.
Jinhai Building was no different from yesterday, the lobby was full of seats, and many monks were drinking tea and chatting.
Han Changming came to the backyard and saw a simple blue wooden house. A tall and thin middle-aged man was guarding the door. Judging by the fluctuation of his mana, he was obviously a late alchemy monk.
Han Changming took out a cyan storage bag and handed it to the middle-aged man. There were 10,000 spirit stones in it, which was the entrance fee.
The organizers made a lot of money from the entrance fee alone, but to the Nascent Soul cultivator, 10,000 Lingshi is nothing.
"This is the Spiritual Bead, which can cover the face of the senior, and comes with some simple restrictions to prevent others from using secret techniques to investigate."
As the middle-aged man explained, he took out a gleaming blue bead and handed it to Han Changming.
Han Changming took the Hualing Orb, injected it with mana, and a soft blue light flew out, covering his whole body, and walked in.
There is a stone ladder extending towards the ground in the house. A large number of mysterious spirit patterns are engraved on the stone walls on both sides of the stone ladder, emitting a strong forbidden wave.
Han Changming strode in, walked through a long corridor, and came to a meeting place about an acre in size. In the center of the meeting place was a round stone platform half a foot high, and a blue wooden chair was placed on the stone platform. and a square wooden table.
Around the cyan stone platform, there are hundreds of cyan wooden chairs, most of which have already been made by someone.
Most of the monks used the spirit beads to cover their faces, except for two.
One is Zihu Taoist, Han Changming did not expect to meet this person here, and the other is an old man in black robe with sunken eyes, exuding an astonishing evil spirit.
Taoist Purple Gourd did not have the slightest mana fluctuations, and the aura of the black-robed old man was unfathomable.
Han Changming found an empty seat and sat down.
As time passed, monks came in one after another. Without exception, they all covered their faces with spirit beads.
After a cup of tea, the venue was full of monks.
Han Changming was secretly surprised. Hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators gathered in an underground auction. From this point of view alone, it was ten thousand times stronger than that of Wai Hai.
The bell of "Dang Dang Dang" rang, and a short and fat old man with a round face flew onto the circular high platform.
The old man was wearing a blue robe, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and an approachable appearance.
"Old man Yang Feng is in charge of hosting this auction. The highest bidder wins, and the auction begins."
The old man in green robe gave a brief introduction, took out an exquisite blue brocade box, opened the brocade box, inside there were three flying knives with blue light flashing constantly, the blades were about a foot long, and the blades were about an inch wide, shining a cold light.
"Green gang knives, each one is a high-grade magic weapon. The base price is one million spirit stones, and each price increase must not be less than one hundred thousand."
Yang Feng's voice was not loud, it spread throughout the venue.
The first auction item is a complete set of magic weapons, and the subsequent auction items will not be any worse.
"one million!"
"1.1 million!"
"1.2 million!"
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The competition is fierce, and Han Changming is not very interested in top-grade magic weapons. If it is a spirit treasure, he may open his mouth to bid, and ordinary magic weapons will be fine.
He looked at Taoist Purple Gourd, Taoist Purple Gourd poured a sip of spiritual wine into his mouth, hiccupped, and the old man in black closed his eyes and rested.
This set of Qing Gang Knife was finally sold at a high price of 4.5 million, which was a good start.
"The top-grade flying magic weapon, the Qingjiao Boat, has a base price of one million spirit stones, and each price increase must not be less than 100,000."
In Yang Feng's hand, he was holding a miniature flying boat with blue light, and a miniature dragon's head was engraved on the front of the boat.
The flying speed of the top-rank flying magic weapon is relatively fast. With a top-rank flying magic weapon in hand, it is very convenient whether it is escaping or rushing.
"one million."
"1.1 million!"
"1.2 million!"
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A piece of auctioned items appeared at the venue, such as flying magic weapons, fourth-tier formations, fourth-tier pills, fourth-tier complete sets of talismans, etc., and each item was sold at a high price.
A quarter of an hour later, after taking away five bottles of detoxification elixir, Yang Feng said loudly: "Next is the time for the final auction item. The two wisps of spiritual flame, after refining, will be very helpful for alchemy or weapon refining."
He turned his palm over, a red light flashed, and two shiny red jade bottles appeared in his hand.
"Spiritual Flame!"
There was a commotion among the monks present, and Han Changming fixed his eyes on the two red jade bottles in Yang Feng's hands with fiery eyes.