Originally, Lin Bing thought that if he could auction off a copy of Yin Yang Hunyuan Gong, his practice would be considered complete, but then he actually auctioned off a copy of Ghost Magic Gong.
This is also a top-level skill. After practicing it, a person can sneak like a ghost, and after practicing it, it can also increase the practitioner's attack speed. This is definitely a combat skill used by a killer.
After this skill appeared, it immediately aroused Lin Bing's strong interest.
He felt his heartbeat speed up and his breathing become rapid.
Lin Bing thought to himself: "This ghost magic skill is just right for me to practice. If I can master this skill, my strength will definitely rise to the next level."
After killing the four monks last time, Lin Bing had already fallen in love with this killer-like fighting method. In addition, this technique can also increase movement speed, which makes it even more important.
Yin-Yang Hunyuan Gong is also a top-level skill, so the starting price is still 10,000 spirit stones. However, there are too many people competing for this kind of skill suitable for killers to practice, because many people want to practice to become killers.
As the auctioneer Fang Wanyue called out the price, everyone in the audience began to bid, and the price soared. However, Lin Bing never made a move. He wanted to see what price this book of skills could fetch.
Soon the price of ghost power soared to 20,000 spirit stones, and it continued to rise.
Lin Bing sighed in disappointment when he saw this, because he knew that he had no chance to take pictures of this skill. The price was too high.
Originally, 20,000 spirit stones was the highest price he could afford, but now it continues to rise. God knows how high the price can reach, so it is completely beyond the range that Lin Bing can bear.
Lin Bing shook her head helplessly and looked at Fang Wanyue on the auction stage. Her face was still charming, and the price she quoted was getting higher and higher.
Lin Bing couldn't help feeling a little emotional. This woman was indeed extraordinary. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also very clever. She was able to fetch such a high price for a book of martial arts.
Lin Bing's eyes moved away from the auction table and fell on the other monks in the private room. They were all staring at Fang Wanyue nervously, for fear of missing any number.
Their expressions varied, some were happy and some were worried, as if this auction had become a big drama in their lives.
In the end, the ghost magic skill actually fetched a high price of 40,000 spirit stones. Lin Bing was numb all over. He had no desire to compete with them early in the morning because he couldn't afford so many spirit stones and could only watch the ghosts. The magical power was taken away by a female monk.
After all, Lin Bing underestimated the value of this killer technique.
Moreover, Lin Bing didn't know how high the price of his elixirs and blood magic spells could be fetched. Before that, he naturally didn't dare to shoot randomly, lest he wouldn't be able to get the spiritual stones later.
The auction continued, with various items circulating on the stage and prices rising steadily. However, Lin Bing's mood became more and more impatient, because he never waited until his exorcism pill and blood demon magic were put up for auction, and he couldn't help but feel Starting to get irritated.
Lin Bing's hand grasped the armrest tightly, and his finger joints were slightly white. His heartbeat was accelerating, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
As time went on, Lin Bing's irritability became more and more intense. He felt as if he was trapped in a closed space and could hardly breathe.
Because there were so many things to be auctioned, the entire auction was very long, lasting almost half a night. Originally, Lin Bing planned to only take pictures of the things he wanted, and leave after auctioning the things he wanted to auction. Yes, now I have to continue to wait.
In the end, Lin Bing didn't even remember how many things he had taken. When he was even a little drowsy, he suddenly heard Fang Wanyue say something.
"The thing I want to photograph next is the Blood Demon..."
Hearing these two words, Lin Bing's eyes suddenly opened, and a strong expectation surged in his heart.
He felt that his heart had jumped to his throat, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling.
But Fang Wanyue only said two words before she stopped, and then stared at the exercise book with a strange look.
The entire auction venue fell into a brief silence, with only Fang Wanyue's voice echoing.
"There's something wrong with this exercise book. Let's change it to the next lot."
When they heard Fang Wanyue say that there was a problem with the technique and they needed to change the lot, the others didn't care at all, because situations like this were very common in auction houses.
The people below inspected the goods incorrectly, causing problems with the items being auctioned. The auctioneer discovered it temporarily and then canceled the auction. There was no problem in this kind of thing, and no one would suspect anything.
So everyone withdrew their gazes and began to look forward to the next lot. The entire auction venue returned to its previous lively atmosphere, as if what just happened had never happened.
But when Lin Bing heard this, he became angry on the spot. He stood up suddenly and stared at Fang Wanyue with a livid face.
Lin Bing's heart was filled with anger and doubt.
How could there be something wrong with the blood magic? This is obviously Fang Wanyue deliberately looking for trouble!
However, Fang Wanyue was still on the stage at this time, and Lin Bing could not rush up to question her. He could only hold back his anger and glare at Fang Wanyue, but his heart felt like he was shaking.
At this moment, Lin Bing couldn't sit still anymore and stood up angrily to leave the private room. His steps were steady and firm, and every step seemed to vent his inner anger.
Under the cover of night, Lin Bing went directly to the auction house headquarters.
Then Lin Bing opened the door directly and strode into the hall. The place was brightly lit but empty.
Lin Bing looked around, seeing exquisite furnishings and high-end decorations everywhere he looked.
Everything here seemed so noble and solemn, but at this moment it seemed so dazzling in Lin Bing's eyes.
He walked straight to the counter, slammed the table and shouted angrily.
"Call your person in charge to come out! There is nothing wrong with my skills. Why did you suddenly cancel the auction? You must give me a reasonable explanation today!"
Lin Bing's voice echoed in the hall, full of anger. His move caused a slight commotion, but no one dared to stop him.
Lin Bing wore a special mask that covered his appearance so tightly that people at the auction house could not see his true face. They could only feel a strong sense of threat from his momentum and behavior.
At the same time, for safety reasons, Lin Bing also took an aura-condensing elixir to completely hide his cultivation aura, so people at the auction house were unable to judge his true state and could only feel an indescribable pressure.
"Guest, please calm down."
A middle-aged man walked out of the back hall and hurriedly calmed Lin Bing's mood.
"If there are no problems with your skills, we will reschedule the auction, please don't worry."
