Chapter 73 Making Trouble

After Wan Chuan finished speaking, everyone looked at each other at first, with expressions of deep consideration. But who took the lead in shouting the price? Everyone in the audience couldn't sit still anymore and raised their signs to shout the price.

"Six hundred and fifty spiritual stones!"

"Six hundred and eighty spiritual stones!"

"Seven to eight hundred!"

"one thousand!"

The price suddenly soared to a thousand spiritual stones, and many people showed fanatical expressions, obviously they would continue to increase the price.

Liang Yan looked on with cold eyes and said secretly: "What a pity!"

Although he also wanted this sword art very much, the situation at this moment was special. His total wealth was only more than a thousand spiritual stones. If he couldn't get the "Intoxicating Incense", he might not be able to save his life, and there would be no point in practicing.

However, he obviously still underestimated everyone's enthusiasm for Sword Art. After buying a thousand spiritual stones, he didn't stay for long, and the price continued to increase. In the end, he was photographed for 1,600 spiritual stones. Sky-high price!

The person who finally got the news about this sword technique was an octogenarian man. He was wearing a short linen shirt and three long beards hanging down on his chest. He looked somewhat immortal. Especially since his cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi training, he should not be underestimated.

"It turns out to be Mr. Li! Haha, this sword art is the most suitable for you. Wan congratulates Mr. Li on getting the sword art soon and exploring the avenue!" Wan Chuan said with a smile on his face. He had never expected that this first item could sell for such a sky-high price, so he was naturally in a good mood at this moment.

The old man in sackcloth also smiled after hearing this, almost squeezing the wrinkles on his face together.

"Haha, I hope I can borrow the good words from all my fellow Taoists to help me obtain this sword technique!"

This old man's surname is Li and his given name is Huayang. He is a loose cultivator in the mountains. He has practiced Taoism for many years and has been unable to break through the third threshold of the Qi refining stage and step into the foundation building list.

Now the deadline is approaching, and he only has about two or three years to live. This sword technique was an opportunity for him. If he could get a glimpse of the great truth from it, he might be lucky enough to build a foundation, and then he would have another two hundred years to live. How could this not make him excited?

He is at the peak of the ninth level of qi training, accumulated over hundreds of years, and naturally has a lot of money. But no matter how many spiritual stones there are, they will be useless after death. Now he has lost everything, just for a chance of survival, which is quite similar to Liang Yan's current situation.

Li Zhong took the small cloth bag from Wan Chuan and stepped down to deliver the spirit stone. He actually cast a spell on the spot, picked up a whisk, and rushed towards the white mist.

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but look at each other, secretly saying that the little old man was really cautious. As soon as he got the news about the sword technique, he immediately cast a magic spell to escape. Even if there were some people with evil intentions in the crowd, they would not be able to leave with him in full public view. Moreover, the exchange meeting was just a display of one item for sale, and there might be treasures in the future.

These people suppressed their thoughts and turned their attention to Wan Chuan on the stage again. And Wanchuan did not disappoint everyone. The things he took out next were also exciting, and they were no less impressive than the Cuishan Exchange Meeting held by Yixing Pavilion. Many of the treasures even caused people to bid up their prices.

But Liang Yan didn't care about all this. He just sat cross-legged and meditated, as if it didn't matter to him.

When the thirteenth item was photographed, Wan Chuan smiled slightly and said: "The next item is the 'Intoxicating Incense' secretly made by the Wenxiang Sect. This item is famous. I believe that I don't need to say more, everyone will also know it." We have all heard it. Just absorb a little bit, and even if you are at the peak of Qi training and half-stepped to build a foundation, you will fall down in an instant."

Just as Wan Chuan said "intoxicating fragrance", Liang Yan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at a small ebony box on the stage like lightning.

"Finally here!" Liang Yan thought to himself.

Then I heard Wan Chuan say loudly: "Okay, without further ado, the starting price of this 'Intoxicating Fragrance' is five hundred spirit stones, you can bid!"

"Five hundred and thirty!"

"Five hundred fifty!"

As soon as Wan Chuan finished speaking, there was a sound of raising the price from below. Obviously, "Intoxicating Fragrance" was famous and most people in the audience knew about it, so they started to raise the price as soon as it came up.

"Eight Hundred Spiritual Stones!"

A sudden voice instantly raised the price to eight hundred, and the bidder was none other than Liang Yan. He is well versed in the principle of being the first to win, and he pushes the price to a high level first, showing that he is bound to win.

Sure enough, everyone showed hesitation when they saw this. Although the "Intoxicating Fragrance" is good, eight hundred spiritual stones are already a bit too much, and if we continue to fight for it, I'm afraid the gains will outweigh the losses.

Wan Chuan waited on the stage for a long time and saw that everyone was silent, obviously acquiescing. So he coughed and was about to announce the ownership of "Intoxicating Fragrance" when he suddenly heard a voice shouting:

"A thousand spiritual stones! I want them!"

Liang Yan was shocked after hearing this. He felt that the voice sounded familiar. He turned around and saw a figure in green and his two iconic pigtails.

"It's you!" Liang Yan said in shock.

The person making the bid was none other than the person who stole his copybook, Li Xiaosong.

"Hehe, of course it's your aunt and me! How about it, are you surprised? Are you surprised?" Li Xiaosong said shaking his head with a beaming look on his face.

Liang Yan's face darkened and he said: "Girl, I have no grievances with you. Liang has already apologized for what happened before. This thing is really important to me, can't you be accommodating?"

"Ouch!" Li Xiaosong exclaimed in feigned panic, and at the same time dodged into the crowd behind him, shouting as he dodged:

"At the exchange meeting, everyone relied on their spiritual stones to speak. This fellow Taoist can't compete with me, so why should I use force to get revenge?" Although she said pitifully, her evil eyes were darting around, and she was obviously very happy.

Sure enough, as soon as she said this, many monks on and off the stage turned their attention to Liang Yan. Even Chu Shi, the foundation-building monk who had been sitting still, looked at him. At the same time, a pressure of foundation-building spread out. , causing Liang Yan to break into a cold sweat.

"Young lady, you are joking." Liang Yan suppressed the anger in his heart and forced himself to calm down: "I am just discussing with you, how dare you do such a dirty thing, please keep this 'intoxicating fragrance' well."

After saying that, he turned around, sat cross-legged on the boulder, and said no more.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to continue bidding, it's just that he can't. This "intoxicating incense" was originally refined by the Wenxiang Sect. As a disciple of the Wenxiang Sect, that girl could be said to have sold and bought it by herself. Even if it was sold at a sky-high price, she would not lose anything.

However, Nangong Xiaomei, who was standing behind the stage, glared at Li Xiaosong angrily, apparently unaware of the matter.

Although they sold and bought this "intoxicating fragrance" themselves, they still had to pay 20% of the handling fee to the four sect alliances, which is two hundred spiritual stones. Although fifty spiritual stones were paid to themselves. .

Li Xiaosong faced Nangong Xiaomei's glare and just stuck out his tongue at it. It was obvious that he was extremely arrogant and did not care about the senior sister's anger.

When Nangong Xiaomei saw this, she could only sigh helplessly, seeming to acquiesce to Li Xiaosong's ridiculous behavior.

Liang Yan had been watching with cold eyes. At this moment, he no longer had any thoughts on the auction behind him. He was just sitting cross-legged on the boulder to meditate. He closed his eyes silently, as if he didn't care about the things around him and didn't know what he was thinking.

After this episode, the auction was held as usual. But all of this had nothing to do with Liang Yan. After about two hours, the auction finally ended. Chu Shi came on stage again and spoke to everyone, and then they began to leave one after another.

Nangong Xiaomei walked up to Li Xiaosong, reached out and knocked her on the forehead, pretending to be angry and said: "You troublemaker, who asked you to bid privately, didn't those one hundred and fifty spirit stones go to waste?"

"It hurts, it hurts!" Li Xiaosong held her head with both hands and pushed her two braids into Nangong Xiaomei's arms, "It hurts when Sister Mei hits someone!"

Nangong Xiaomei chuckled at the provocation, and her tense expression melted away again, and she could only laugh and curse: "You're a waste of money!"

"I just don't like him. Who wants him to spoil my good deeds? Originally, I planned to capture the three men of the bad guy and was going to force him to find out something, but I asked him to intervene and let them run away! Now I want him to experience what it feels like to be interfered with!"

Li Xiaosong said and put his head into Nangong Xiaomei's arms again, "I worked so hard just to vent my anger on Sister Mei? I was about to succeed, but I was screwed by this person."

After hearing this, Nangong Xiaomei couldn't help but soften her face, touched her head with a loving expression and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Xiaosong. I can handle my own affairs myself. Even if I can't handle it, there is still a master."

Just as they were talking, Yue Xiaozhu, the woman carrying the sword, had also joined them. The three of them winked at each other, then hurriedly left the top of the mountain and walked down the mountain.

Not long after they left, Liang Yan, who was sitting cross-legged on the boulder, suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at the backs of the three women from a distance, stood up unhurriedly, and secretly followed the three women down the mountain.