People around me stopped being polite when they saw that there was nothing going on.
Ji Zong then wiped off cold sweat and approached Zhao Ning, extremely nervous, "Where did you get this and this?"
When Guo Ying'er saw how nervous he was, she felt that something big had happened, "It was in the cave built by the bandits in Wind and Rain Valley. Is it possible that your sect's sect-suppressing method has really been lost?"
Ji Zong's head was about to explode.
He gestured nervously to tell her to be silent.
"This matter is too important, I must tell the sect immediately."
Zhao Ning responded and let him do as he pleased.
But before Zhao Ning's voice fell, Ji Zong's figure disappeared in front of him, leaving only a whistling wind.
Guo Ying'er was stunned, "Are all their sword cultivators so... fiery?"
Before Zhao Ning could answer, he saw Ji Zong, who had left in a hurry, come back in a hurry, appeared in front of Zhao Ning, and gasped, "Thank you, Fairy Shen, for giving me the things. In addition, I forgot to tell you, Master is in Tianyue City now, and Master said that if he meets you, he will convey it to you and ask you to find him so that he can learn from you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Zong rolled up the stall baggage on the ground and disappeared again.
The wind blew Guo Ying'er's long hair flying around, and she sighed, "I understand now that their swordsmanship is indeed very fast."
Zhao Ning added, "You are also a sword cultivator now."
Guo Ying'er froze, smiled awkwardly, and changed the subject, "Zhao Ning, Senior Ji left in such a hurry, don't you need to give him another 30,000 spirit stones?"
After being reminded by her, Zhao Ning rubbed the dragon scales in her hands and then thought of the storage bag that she had not yet had time to hand over.
"Those who want to blackmail will lose."
Guo Ying'er laughed, "We just pretend that nothing happened. As long as we don't tell them, they will be embarrassed to ask for it."
Zhao Ning is helpless, not necessarily.
While talking, he saw many monks in the black market packing their things and heading not far away. Guo Ying'er said, "The auction must have started. Let's go there quickly."
Following the crowd, we came to a pavilion. The style of the pavilion was very simple, similar to that of the Qianying Pavilion auction. It had a regular first-floor hall and second-floor boxes, but the first-floor hall was strangely elevated.
Zhao Ning and Guo Ying'er went in a little behind. As soon as they reached the door, they saw a tall and sturdy man standing on the door steps with his arms folded. He closed his eyes and concentrated not looking at the person who came in. Looking at the clothes on his body, he was auctioned. Hui Dong's bodyguard.
The people around him didn't seem to care at all whether he was blocking the way at the door, or they didn't dare to mention why he was blocking it.
This person's cultivation has reached the Great Perfection, and he can directly become the leader and elder of a small sect.
When Zhao Ning approached, he clearly felt that the man was startled. He quickly opened his eyes, glanced at Zhao Ning, then immediately lowered his head, stood sideways, and made a welcoming gesture.
"Who are these two fairies? Are they from the Golden Core realm or are they disciples of some major sect?"
"I don't know, it doesn't look like someone from the Golden Core realm at all. I don't feel any pressure at all."
"That's the disciple of the sect. The big sect is really good. Even the black market auctions are respectful. Usually those who are greeted by the person at the door go directly to the box upstairs."
"Look, the real welcome has arrived."
A foundation-building monk who looked like a deacon came forward. He bowed to Zhao Ning and led them upstairs to greet them.
Zhao Ning and Guo Ying'er naturally had no status, so they were treated like this. It was obvious that they were well-informed people at the auction, and they could roughly guess Zhao Ning's cultivation level at a glance.
Guo Ying'er felt at ease and didn't feel anything wrong following Zhao Ning.
When they got to the box, Guo Ying'er suddenly approached Zhao Ning and said, "Zhao Ning..."
The end of her voice was long and a little twisted.
Zhao Ning was sitting in an armchair by the window. Tea and snacks were already prepared on the table. She raised her head and glanced at Guo Ying'er, but she saw Guo Ying'er said embarrassedly, "I heard that the prices at black market auctions will be somewhat inflated. I have some money." The spiritual stones on it may not be able to buy the stone sword heart. If I don’t have enough later, can you lend me some.”
He made up his mind to buy Shi Jianxin no matter how much he paid.
"Don't worry, the auction here is the home of the sword cultivator."
"Ah?" Guo Ying'er didn't understand for a moment.
Zhao Ning smiled slightly and only responded to what she just said.
The auction hall was quickly filled up, with sword cultivators accounting for 80% of the seats. The private rooms on the second floor were also full, and there were even a few auras of the Golden Core Realm.
The auction here is very ordinary, unlike the weird Nether Auction, like Qianying Pavilion, where a deacon and two tall swordsmen brought the auction items to the high platform.
The deacon was full of smiles, "Dear guests, you have been waiting for a long time. This auction has a total of twenty items, including three red-level items, as well as various materials for spiritual sword refining. Please be patient. "
The butler seemed to be hinting at something.
The previous auctions were all normal, and everyone was bidding for the items they valued.
The only thing that is different from the Qianying Pavilion auction is that every time they bid, they have put the spirit stones in the spirit stone bag. When bidding, the spirit stone bag is thrown directly to the stage and hangs in mid-air until another person lifts it. If another spirit stone bag is thrown into the air, the previous spirit stone bag will automatically bounce back to the original bidder's hand.
"Why is this? Isn't it unnecessary?" Guo Ying'er muttered.
Zhao Ning shook his head, also puzzled.
Until the fifth item enters the auction.
This lot is a January mausoleum bead, which is generally used to be embedded in swords to reduce the spiritual energy consumption of the spiritual sword.
Whenever swords are involved, sword cultivators fight fiercely and are extremely uneasy.
"Three thousand low-grade spiritual stones." shouted a white-robed swordsman in the hall. Hanging on his body was a slender spiritual sword. The hilt was covered with various decorations, almost sacrificing all the sword's later-refining effects. Full of refining.
"It's only three thousand low-grade spiritual stones and I still want to get the Yueling Pearl." A blue-clothed swordsman sitting in the front left of the hall said disdainfully, and then he increased the price, "Three thousand and one."
He spoke so arrogantly at first. Guo Ying'er thought he could double the price, but she never expected that he only added one... one low-grade spiritual stone.
Guo Ying'er was so shocked that she almost spit out the tea in her mouth.
Zhao Ning realized that something was wrong with this auction.
The sword cultivator in white clothes became angry instantly. He slapped the desk in front of him and stood up, "Why, you want to rob me, don't you?"
He suddenly raised his hand, and with a flash of inspiration, he pushed back the spirit stone bag that bounced back, "Three thousand and two!"
The blue-robed swordsman smiled and said, "It's nothing if you add two. I'll double it and get three thousand and four low-grade spiritual stones."
The surrounding cultivators want to roll their eyes. One thinks that the total is small, and the other thinks that he has more money. Then you should add up the prices of the spiritual swords, plus two low-grade spiritual stones. This will last until the year of the monkey.
In the hall, a law cultivator complained softly, "The owner of this auction really lets the sword cultivator mess around like this. At least he has a base for increasing the price, at least one hundred at a time."
Fa Xiu, who has stayed in Bianzhou all year round and is used to it, said, "Oh, isn't there a base for the price increase? A spiritual stone, sword cultivator, there is no base, they can even add half a spiritual stone."
At first, the law cultivator, "..." understood that the sword cultivator was not only a poor man but also a miser.
After the two people went back and forth one by one and finally added up to 3,100 low-grade spiritual stones, the price increase still did not stop. Everyone thought they would have to wait until they were completely out of spiritual stones in such a boring and unexciting back and forth. Or stinginess is a disease.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a sudden price increase from the wing on the second floor. It was the third wing from the left.
"Thirty-two hundred low-grade spiritual stones." He said it with a heavy emphasis, although it was just an addition of one hundred low-grade spiritual stones.
As soon as he finished speaking, the spirit bag came out and bounced back the two spirit stone bags that were pulled in the air.
The two sword cultivators who had been competing for a long time were holding spirit stone bags. You looked at me, I looked at you, and then they both looked at the box.
But the person in the box said provocatively, "If you two want it, why not add one more, but if you add one more, I will add one hundred."
Just from the tone of his words, he knew that he was not a Jindan master, but must belong to some sect or family.
"Who are you to break our rules?"
"Yes, damn it, how dare you steal our Yueling Pearl."
The two people were instantly irritable, but others in the hall were strangely excited.
At this moment, a spiritual pattern flashed on the window of the box, and the image of the person inside was instantly revealed. The two sword cultivators noticed it and also knew who the other party was.
There were also many whispers in the hall.
"Isn't that the young master of the Flying Blade Sect? I heard he is the thirteenth on the Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivation Ranking."
"It's indeed Thirteen, and he hasn't come out for a long time. Many people are looking for him."
Bang - Suddenly there was a sound of slamming on the table, and the swordsman in white said, "Okay, it turns out to be you, Fu Hui. I've been looking for you for a long time. You shy little turtle, do you think you can stay at thirteen like this?"
After saying that, he flew up and attacked the ban with his sword.
"Today I will challenge you. I am the thirteenth."
All rankings on the sword talent list are movable. Every time you challenge and win, the rankings will be swapped.
At this moment, Yue Lingzhu is nothing. If the sword cultivator wants to fight, even the King of Heaven and I can’t stop him.
There was even applause all around, and everyone's eyes were full of watching the show. The deacon on the stage was not nervous at all. He first seized the half-empty bag of spiritual stones, and then cast spells with the two guardians, but saw the floor of the hall. The mechanism above moved, and the wooden floor supported the tables, chairs and guests above and separated them to both sides, revealing a ring... ring in the middle.
Fu Hui took advantage of this move, flipped his hand to counterattack, then turned around and landed on the suddenly appearing ring.
The white-clothed sword cultivator followed closely, and the two started fighting on the spot.
Guo Ying'er was stunned and turned to Zhao Ning, who was also speechless.
It turns out that the raised hall is built on the ring, so the sudden challenge... is normal.
After a while, Guo Ying'er asked, "I have been in Bianzhou for a year or two. Although I often see sword cultivators fighting, I never suddenly start challenging them just after saying a few words."
She thought about it for a while, then her face became unhappy, "Zhao Ning, they must have been corrupted by the demon."
Probably after experiencing what happened to Kunxu, Guo Ying'er always couldn't help but wonder when seeing similar scenes, whether it was because of her true temperament, but because of her negative emotions amplified by the devil.
Zhao Ning was silent for a moment, "I don't feel the devilish energy, maybe it's just... the swordsman's uprightness"
Guo Ying'er was also stunned, and then looked at the sword cultivators on both sides of the hall who were happily eating peanuts and drinking tea. She understood for a moment that it was all a small scene and normal.
Now that I think about it, it seems reasonable to take out the spirit stones on the spot during the auction. I am just afraid that they will go crazy while beating them and jump out of the pavilion, and they will not be able to find anyone when they turn around.
The two men were fighting more and more excitedly. The spirit swords were moving rapidly in the air of the pavilion. The sword light chopped off many decorations. Usually, before they could fall on the heads of the onlookers, they would be struck by the two magicians on the stage. Xiu raised his hand to solve the problem.
The deacon on the stage was holding a palm-sized jade abacus in his hand and was clicking it.
As long as the slightest damage is done, the jade abacus will move upward by one bead.
When the count reached one, the deacon lowered his head and muttered, "Ninety-nine low-grade spiritual stones."
The two fighting swordsmen twitched their ears, and saw that they exchanged another move and soon separated.
In a flash, one person returned to his seat, and another person flew back to the box. The final aftermath scratched the ground, leaving a sword mark.
The deacon slapped again, the sound was particularly clear, then he raised his head and smiled, "Exactly one hundred spirit stones. You two swordsmen, please settle the account after the auction."
Qingqing Auction is already very familiar with this, and has even opened up ways to make extra money, clearly marking the price, and accounting for every damage.
