MTL - Eternal Gate-Chapter 97 Robes

Yin Hunyan died after the elixir bidding.

The Bone Sculpting Pill belongs to Lin Xie. Don't look at him on the surface. In fact, he has already scolded Yin Hun thousands of times in secret, and he has spent tens of thousands of taels more because of this.

"Ninety thousand taels!"

There are a lot of tongues, and a small pill, the base price is not as good as the gold knife, and the transaction price actually surpasses the gold knife. Really, the scarcer the object, the more valuable.

"quiet."

On the stage, Huang Yan had received a pattern of bone-shaping pill, and the third thing was placed along with it.

It is an ancient book.

In other words, it is a cheat book, which belongs to the swordsmanship category, and the level is not low.

Produced by the Auction Pavilion, it must be a boutique.

The auction of cheats is also hot enough, one by one yelling, his blushing blush and his thick neck, and he accidentally turned up, becoming a scene of collective scolding.

"It's far from the Heavenly Thunder Sword Art."

Zhao Yun opened his eyes for a second, and closed his eyes for a second. He had no shortage of swordsmanship, let alone cheats. There was a **** in his consciousness, and he didn't have any magical powers, so he didn't need to buy it.

There is a master of cheats, and 70,000 taels are sold.

The person who obtained the secrets of swordsmanship was Yin Hun, Young Master Heiyan, and Lin Xie did not make trouble.

After that, it is a spiritual fruit, the material needed for alchemy.

But even so, it's still a bidding for the Heat, which can be used to refine alchemy and can also be used to nourish the body, the price! Not high, not low, thirty thousand taels were sold.

"You said, can Hong Yuan fight Master Luo Sheng."

The fat old man put his hands in his hand, and muttered a little, saying to Zhuge.

"No one has seen Master Rasho, who knows."

Zhuge Xuandao shrugged and heard that name, and he was in a cool breeze. As long as the money was enough, Emperor Da Xia Huang would dare to assassinate. It can be seen how crazy and mysterious this Rashomon is, it might not be possible for the people present. Among them, there are people from Rashomon, assassins everywhere, the most difficult to prevent.

"Eighty thousand."

As he was talking, Zhuge Xuandao suddenly held up the sign and patted a Jingyuan Pill.

"You are very short of essence pill?"

The fat old man glanced at him. This old Zhuge seemed to like Jing Yuan Dan.

"Lack, very lacking."

Zhuge Xuan Dao's words are very meaningful, there is no way, Zhao Yun's goods need the essence of essence pill, he is still waiting for this pill to change the attack method? When the realm of cultivation is back to its peak, he is the first to clean up the fat old man and dare to put smelly socks into my mouth.

"There is another one."

Zhao Yun smiled in his heart, and when he returned, Zhuge Xuandao would find him to change his practice.

Look at Zifa Kid and Chi Yan, it's very interesting.

These two seem to be more interested in Zhao Yun, one on each side, she puts her left hand on her cheek, and his right hand puts her face on the face. What they look at is a relish. This guy, I haven't opened my mouth since I started. Most of the time, I close my eyes. Cultivate one's mind, which makes people extremely suspicious that this one is not here to participate in the Wangu auction.

Zhao Yun remained silent and continued to sleep in a fake sleep.

If it weren't for the vacancy, it would have to be changed, even if it was better than being stared at.

"quiet."

The old man Huang Yan said lightly, and under his hand, I don't know which lot is displayed.

The expressions of the photographers were a little strange when the object was put there.

"I said, it's a robes!"

"Well, the abbot of the monastery likes these things the most."

"Old man, your forehead is bright, you are not a monk."

"Amitabha, go away."

The photographer took his hand and talked very kindly. Most of the people were looking around the venue, and there were a lot of bald heads. As for whether it was a monk, it was hard to say.

"What kind of ability is this robes?" someone asked.

Huang Yan took a deep breath and said, "Put on, ward off evil spirits."

"It is good to ward off evil spirits, but it is safe to ward off evil spirits."

"The reserve price is three thousand tael, starting auction."

What's embarrassing is that Huang Yan's words fell, no one responds from below, the tea drinker, the sultry girl, seemingly fart his words, all the expressions, and the words are very good: don't take these Fooling us, who are all martial arts, are you afraid of demons and ghosts? Also warding off evil spirits, warding off your sister's evil spirits, we are not monks, nor monks, so we are wearing robes in our minds?

Huang Yan let out a dry cough.

Just say it! It's not a monk, whoever buys this thing, if it's not the master of the auction pavilion, he has to stuff this robes in before the ghost is willing to auction this thing.

It turned out to be embarrassing.

There has never been anything in the auction pavilion. This robes will probably be the first.

"Ma Liu, change one."

"Replace the pill, the one that can replenish lifespan, Lao Tzu has survived in a few years."

"Gong method is also OK, we are not picky eaters."

There were a lot of people who patted the table, and they were so noisy that they didn't want to see that robes.

Huang Yan smiled dryly and raised his hand slightly.

To be honest, he didn't want to see this robes, or rather, he didn't want to see the monk.

"Three thousand taels, I want it."

Suddenly, an old voice came from the corner, causing many people to look back.

The bidder was in Zhao Yun.

After taking the Voice Changer Pill, it makes people think that he is an old guy.

"This should be a monk."

"The monks don't speak any words, just keep your voice down."

"Are you bald!"

The few talents at the same table are scanning Zhao Yun up and down, but unfortunately, the goods are hidden tightly, and the peak of the Jizo is like a fat old man, and there is no clue.

Zhao Yun was calm, his expression changed.

He is not a monk, but that robes is indeed a good thing.

The robes are also tattered.

This is what the Moon God wanted to say, but the **** engraved on the robe! But it is a genuine treasure. In both worlds of immortals and gods, those ancient characters... are called Dunjiatian characters. No one knows its origin, but they know the profound mystery.

"Three thousand taels, but there is a price increase."

Huang Yan said with a smile, unchecked, and glanced at Zhao Yun.

"Master likes it, just give it to others!"

The little black fat man patted his belly, not knowing that it was Zhao Yun, it was nothing more than amusement, he was full, and he was panicking, so he had to train his voice.

Needless to say, no one grabbed it.

As far as Wuxiu was concerned, the robes for warding off evil spirits were really tasteless, of no great use. It was fine to buy them in twos and fives, and even three thousand and two, money was a good thing.

"Since no one increases the price, then this robes..."

"Three thousand one hundred and two, this is the main thing."

Before Huang Yan could finish speaking, he was interrupted. The voice came from the third floor. To be precise, from the Yajian of the Blood Eagle tribe, the speaker was Yan Kang, lying reclining on a couch with a look. Leisurely, he said quite casually, I don't know, I really thought that robes were in his pocket.

However, in the eyes of the photographers, even if it is not a cyst, it is basically almost the same. Who would stupidly grab the treasure from the big clan and couldn't fight for the financial resources.

Just say it! There is restless.

Zhao Yun let out a dry cough. I didn't want it before. I made a bid and you ran out to grab it. Before I waited for Lao Tzu to cheat you, you would jump out and find it uncomfortable.

"Three thousand five hundred taels." Zhao Yun said calmly.

"Interesting." Yan Kang said with a faint smile, "Five thousand taels."

"Ten thousand."

Zhao Yun took a cup of tea and took a sip of the tea. Since Xiu'er said it, it must be a treasure, and he would take the robes back if he went bankrupt.

Even if he can't grab it, Yan Kang can't make it easier.

"Okay, very good." Yan Kang's mouth curled slightly, "I'll pay 20,000 taels."

"Thirty thousand."

"forty thousand."

"fifty thousand."

"Sixty thousand."

The bridge between Lin Xie and Yin Hun’s bidding is now coming again, Zhao Yun quoted the price, and Yan Kang went up with the wind; Yan Kang increased the price, Zhao Yun also came with the wind, one word after another, let people There is no time to react.

"This robe is really a baby?"

Listening to the price, the photographers on the scene inevitably raised their eyebrows, and no one wanted them. At this moment, the fight between the two was a joy, and the number of photos was sixty thousand taels.

Of course, after looking at the robe for a long time, there was no mysterious place.

Not to mention the photographer, even Huang Yan didn’t even notice that he looked sideways, and looked at the robes a few more times. Unfortunately, his vision was limited. I couldn’t see anything surprising. It was just a slightly fine robes. If you insist that it is extraordinary, then It's the fabric of this robes, it's a special kind of silk, but it won't even call for sixty thousand taels!

"Money burns too much."

The photographers touched their chins and glanced at Zhao Yun and the third floor.

"Maybe, they are all monks."

Like this sentence, I don't know how many people are muttering, they all like the robes like this.

"Add, continue adding!"

Yan Kang sneered, fighting for money with my blood eagle clan, you are the green onion.

"This fellow Taoist, you can still increase the price."

Huang Yan smiled and looked at Zhao Yun in the corner.

"Eighty thousand."

"You are ten thousand, ninety thousand bigger."

Yan Kang let out a cold snort, he was already very angry. Since forgetting the ancient city, everything went wrong, and he wanted to find a place to vent. Nowadays, auctions can hit the stinger's head, and there is really no fear of death. Use the silver to kill the goods.

"One hundred thousand." Zhao Yun finally opened his eyes.

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience turned their heads, and even the family on the second and third floors seemed to think that this product is really rich! Dare to match the hard steel of the Han family, and that robes, surely worth one hundred thousand taels of silver? You two, fighting is too angry.

"Accident, really unexpected."

Zhuge Xuandao and the others at the same table were all talking, but they didn't expect that this one around him was still a big local tyrant! One hundred thousand taels, just shout out.

"The young master of the Yan family can still increase the price."

Huang Yan smiled cheerfully, and the price of the robes had greatly exceeded expectations.

"Damn old thing."

Yan Kang persuaded him, gnashing his teeth, and looking at his eyes, there was a cold light. I thought it would be easy to win. Who ever thought that the other party would not take the silver as money! The young master of his dignified clan was actually beaten all the way, one hundred thousand taels of silver, which seemed to have exceeded the advance, and it would be no good if he didn't counsel him. This time the robes were auctioned, he was Yan Kang and was destined to lose face again.

"Yan Kang, this is not your style!"

"A big door, still short of money? If you don't have enough money, brother will lend you?"

"Don't persuade, use money to hit it."

The words of the yin and yang weird tunes resounded frequently, mostly from the third floor, mostly from the children of the big clan, and they were all hostile to the blood eagle clan. It is rare to catch such a good opportunity and not to be sarcastic, so awesome, then Then drop the money!

Looking at Yan Kang, his face became suffocated.

It is not too big to watch the excitement, he seems to have become a laughing stock.

"Young Master, don't forget the purpose of my waiting."

Elder Blood Eagle hurriedly panicked, but in his heart he was scolding his mother, you are so stupid! You are not a monk, you need a cassock for hanging, really see through Hong Chen? There is also a limit to pretending, our family’s money is not brought by the wind.

"You can also increase the price." Huang Yan looked towards the third floor.