In August, it was midsummer, and the atmosphere in Jietian City was as hot as the blazing summer sun. Many people came from thousands of miles away and poured into Jietian City like a tide.
The once-in-a-decade auction in Jietian City is about to begin. At that time, there will not only be foundation-building pills, spiritual milk, realm-breaking pills and other treasures that help break through the realm, but also various high-level magic weapons, elixirs, formations, and spiritual talismans. Rare things will appear at this time.
For many practitioners who need specific spiritual objects instead of common spiritual objects, Jietian City Auction is the most convenient.
The most important auction is of course held by Bazhoushan himself, once every ten days, five times in total.
Before, during or between these auctions, many shops and forces will also hold various small auctions, underground auctions, etc.
At the same time, Bazhou Mountain, major chambers of commerce, and other immortal cultivating families will also conduct bulk commodity transactions at this time.
Several factors were added together to form this lively scene, which Qingfeng City would never have.
Xu Wen was walking among the crowd, and suddenly he felt like he was walking on Yan'an Road during a holiday in his previous life.
The crowds of people, the accents from all over the world, and the hawking sounds come and go, as if people from all over the world have gathered here.
While walking around, one or two hidden spells would occasionally fly out, making a few empty ones scream.
At this time, Jie Tian City is the most lively and chaotic time, with dragons and snakes mixed together, and there are many Kong Konger and other desperadoes.
Naturally, all the disciples of Bazhou Mountain and worshipers like Xu Wen had to be dispatched to patrol around and maintain public order.
However, everyone was ordered to control the movement. It would be better for those careless guys to be unlucky than to have corpses scattered on the ground, flesh and blood flying everywhere, and making other people feel uncomfortable.
Therefore, the spells Xu Wen cast were not very powerful, and most of them just numbed and hurt them.
Most people in this field are very discerning. When they see Xu Wen like this, they know that he is the person who maintains order in Bazhou Mountain, and they will basically sneak away obediently.
Soon, he saw another woman with a very graceful figure, taking advantage of the crowd to quietly take off another person's storage bag.
Women are also cultivators, so they shouldn't do such sneaky things.
But the difficulty of seeking the Tao is hundreds of times more difficult than ordinary people's pursuit of money, power, fame and other things.
There are not many people who can always stick to their true intentions in the process of cultivation where they face setbacks day after day and never see hope.
Most of them gradually gave up their pursuit of the Tao, some began to indulge in various desires, some began to work hard to lay the foundation for future generations, and some began to embark on evil paths.
Shaking his head, Xu Wen raised his hand and a small bolt of lightning flew out and hit the woman's arm.
She couldn't help but scream at the sudden sharp pain. She loosened her fingers and the storage bag fell back into the fat man's hands again.
Before the other party could react, the woman hid her face and walked away, quickly disappearing into the crowd.
Only then did the fat man react. He returned his hand and pressed the storage bag tightly. He opened his mouth to curse, but he happened to meet Xu Wen's eyes. It was Hu Sihai, the shopkeeper of Yulong Pavilion.
Seeing Xu Wen, his expression suddenly changed from angry to happy. He pushed through the crowd, came to Xu Wen's side and said with a smile:
"Brother Xu, thank you very much, otherwise I would have been in bad luck today."
"These Kongkong'ers are getting more and more arrogant, and they just have to be robbed!"
Xu Wen smiled and did not answer.
It is impossible to rob openly. Anyone who dares to do this will definitely be killed by Bazhou Mountain. They will capture the opponent and make them into living figurines and human pigs. The three generations of ancestors and all relatives and friends will be killed.
There is no need to doubt Bazhoushan’s determination. Decades ago, someone used bloody education to warn others.
There is no need to worry about Bazhoushan's ability. Every time at this time, there will be several golden elixirs personally stationed in Jietian City. It is rumored that there is even the Nascent Soul Lord secretly protecting it.
Seeing that Xu Wen was silent, Hu Sihai just smiled awkwardly, raised his hand and stuffed a token and a mask into Xu Wen's hands, and whispered:
"Brother Xu, I will have a small party in Yulong Pavilion the day after tomorrow. There will be a lot of people and there will be many interesting people. If you are interested, brother, why don't you come and have a look."
This is an underground auction. It's hard to say it too straightforwardly, so I can only express it in such a subtle way.
There is actually no essential difference between underground auctions and public auctions. They are both bidding.
The main difference lies in two places. First, the goods may have some unknown origins, and the buyer must bear the risk at his own risk.
Rather, there is no endorsement of the quality of the goods, which tests the buyer’s discernment.
Of course, if underground auctions can survive, they naturally have advantages, that is, they are cheap.
For the same thing, the prices at underground auctions and public auctions are completely different.
During every big auction in Jie Tian City, there are countless small auctions held, and all kinds of ghosts and snake gods will take advantage of this opportunity to sell things that they would not dare to sell.
In order to maintain the popularity and atmosphere, Bazhou Mountain generally does not allow anyone to make a big move at this time.
As for whether they can escape the pursuit of the suffering master afterwards, it depends on their own abilities.
During this time, Xu Wen had received invitations to many underground auctions and participated in them several times. He accepted the token and mask without refusing.
The mask is used to cover the face, it doesn't have much effect, it's just a tacit understanding.
The token is marked with time, place, and number, and it is in a house near Yulong Pavilion.
It's said to be an underground auction, but it's not that remote at all. After all, you want to do business. If it's too secretive, people will just think you're trying to rob.
As for safety, there is no need to worry about safety in Jietian City, where the golden elixir aura rises from time to time.
Three days later, at the end of his inspection, Xu Wen changed his clothes, put on his bamboo hat and mask, and went to Yulong Pavilion.
This costume is not out of the ordinary and can be seen everywhere on the street.
Once inside, after paying a deposit of one thousand spirit stones and being told some basic rules, Xu Wen entered the main room.
There are already about a hundred people sitting in the four to five hundred square meter hall, most of them are foundation-building monks, and there are also a few juniors in the Qi Refining realm, who should be here to learn more.
After a cup of tea, Mao Changzhuo, the second shopkeeper of Yulong Pavilion, came on stage, coughed twice, and a formation rose up, isolating the inside and outside of the hall.
At the same time, an aura that was many times more powerful than Foundation Establishment rose up and swept over everyone present.
This is the golden elixir carried on the back of Yulong Pavilion personally showing its strength and telling others that this place is safe.
It also serves to deter potential troublemakers, so that they should think carefully before taking action.
Mao Changzhuo raised his hand to the people present and said loudly:
"Thank you all for your support. Everyone knows the rules. I won't be verbose. I just want to make one more point."
"We are just matchmakers and porters. None of the items in today's auction are our own."
"If anything happens, there will be a blamer and a blamer. Please look for the blamer, and don't find it on us."
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These are all clichés from underground auctions. After a few words, he raised his hand, took out a jade sword, and said loudly:
"A second-level high-quality cold jade magic sword, intact. The original magic brand is no longer there. Of course, everyone needs to judge the specific situation by themselves. The starting price is three thousand spirit stones!"
As he spoke, he used his magic power to activate the magic sword.
A cold light several feet long suddenly shot out, and even from a long distance, one could feel the coldness in it.
The second-level high-grade magic sword is a very good magic weapon even among foundation-building monks. Yulong Pavilion obviously wants to make a good start.
Sure enough, as soon as this magic weapon came out, about ten people came forward to check it out.
After just a few clicks, one of them shouted:
"I'm offering 3,500 spirit stones. Please give me some face. I want this sword!"
"How much face do you have? Is it worth 100 spirit stones? I'll pay you four thousand!"
Someone immediately retorted, causing the first person to glare angrily.
"Four thousand two..."
"Four thousand and five..."
"Five thousand..."
Several people successively competed for it, and this second-level high-grade magic sword was finally sold for a high price of 12,000 yuan, which quadrupled the price.
This was still at an underground auction, and everyone was worried that this sword might cause some trouble. If it had an innocent origin, even 20,000 yuan might not be enough to get it.
The pricing of Yulong Pavilion is also very bad. The base price is deliberately set extremely low, which is completely a gimmick.
If anyone really thinks that they can get this second-price high-grade magic sword with a few thousand spirit stones, they must be daydreaming.
Next, treasures continued to appear, including the Realm Breaking Pill that could help break through the late stage of Foundation Establishment, the 300-year-old elixir, the alchemy furnace, and the formations, and finally reached the climax with a Foundation Establishment Pill.
This Foundation Building Pill was taken out by someone behind the scenes in Yulong Pavilion. It was not something that Hu Sihai could swallow up. It was eventually sold for a sky-high price of 30,000 spirit stones.
The general market price of foundation-building pills is only about 10,000, but there is always a price but no market.
Those who can buy the Foundation Establishment Pill with 10,000 spirit stones basically have a background as hard as diamond. Ordinary people should not even think about it.
Even if Hu Sihai is the official boss of Yulong Pavilion, he has no chance to get his hands on this Foundation Establishment Pill.
Generally, the price of treasures in underground auctions will be lower than in public auctions, but things like Foundation Establishment Pills are different and may be even higher.
Yulong Pavilion played this move very well, earning a large amount of spiritual stones and gaining fame.
However, Xu Wen only participated in the bidding of a few things. As soon as he made a move, he saw that others seemed determined to win, so he wisely stopped.
Unlike many people who had to resort to auctions, he had much more diversified channels to obtain treasures, so he didn't have to throw spiritual stones away like stones.
After the Foundation Establishment Pill was sold, Mao Changzhuo came on stage again and said loudly with a red face:
"Thank you everyone for coming. Our treasure auction has ended. The next one will be held in ten days. The time and location will be displayed on the token. Everyone is welcome to come again."
"In the following time, everyone can communicate and trade by themselves. We will provide security protection for the venue. Please rest assured!"
"If you need to mortgage or sell spiritual objects or spiritual stones, you can also come to us!"
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(End of chapter)
