"Moon-sucking bag, 65,000 spirit stones, does any fellow Taoist want to increase the price?"

"This object has an extremely rare auxiliary effect and can absorb any magic weapon below the top-grade spiritual weapon. Fellow Taoists, imagine what it would be like if the enemy's natal spiritual weapon was suddenly and uncontrollably collected during the fight.

An expression of fear and helplessness.”

Dong Shichang's voice was high and he repeated it over and over again.

He knew that this magic weapon was also consigned by Senior Chen, so he tried his best to raise the price to make the senior look at it differently.

"Sixty-six thousand!"

"Sixty-eight thousand!"

Under Shichang Dong's instigation, the price of moon-suction bags began to rise again.

In the box, the old master Chen Ping was sitting upright on the Taishi chair.

Ziyao, on the other hand, had changed into a loose long skirt and was leaning on his back, massaging his shoulders.

"Bah!"

Chen Ping took a long sip of tea depressedly.

The wind and rain just lasted for only a quarter of an hour. As a Yuandan monk with extremely strong concentration, he could not hold the Jing Pass.

Chen Ping attributed this unreasonable behavior to two points.

First, Ziyao has received professional training and is highly skilled.

Secondly, this woman's appearance and temperament are very similar to that of the senior sister in her previous life.

I still remember that he first entered Qianfa Sect, when he was in his prime of life at the age of ten.

That senior sister was half of his guide, and he inevitably developed a vague liking for her.

Later, the senior sister broke through the foundation building and married an uncle Yuan Dan.

But one day more than a hundred years later, they both died during an adventure in a secret place, and he was still traumatized by his senior sister for a while.

Naturally, his emotions were limited to love and regret that his fate was not fulfilled.

When he went to Wushan with Ziyao, he subconsciously thought that this woman was the senior sister.

The loss of Yangguan can be explained by carelessness.

"Seventy thousand for the third time!"

Dong Shichang rang the small bell and announced the final price of the moon bag.

"This junior's abilities are pretty good."

Chen Ping nodded slightly and said calmly.

The moon-sucking bag was marked with a middle-grade spiritual forbidden whale swallowing ban, with an overall value of about 60,000 spiritual stones.

The auctioneer has done a lot of credit for selling an extra 10,000 yuan.

Ziyao's eyes lit up and she said softly: "Senior, is that the auction item you consigned?"

"Um."

Chen Ping responded with a nasal voice, sneering in his heart.

The shock of a total of 70,000 spirit stones to a seventh-level qi practitioner is self-evident.

How can she not be tempted by at least two opportunities to build a foundation?

Enduring the severe pain in her lower body, Ziyao pressed harder.

When Chen Ping sprinted, the brutality and greed for her body made her have some thoughts.

If she can be favored by Yuandan monks, even if she is accepted as a maid, her status will not be lower than that of ordinary foundation-building monks.

It is Ziyao's extravagant wish to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and fly to a high branch.

Secretly looking at the man's profile, she was speechless for a moment.

"Boom, boom"

The footsteps came from far away, as if they were afraid of disturbing the people inside, so the visitor just stood outside the door, waiting patiently.

After a while, Shangguan Jin was allowed to quietly enter the room, glanced at Ziyao calmly, and was secretly happy, giving a thumbs up.

Seeing the woman's rosy complexion and slightly spread legs, he immediately understood that Ziyao was a woman.

"Senior Chen, this is the spiritual stone obtained from the auction."

Shangguanjin reached forward and handed over a storage bag respectfully.

Chen Ping glanced at it casually and said with satisfaction: "Thank you for your hard work, Lord Shangguan."

Inside are all medium-grade spiritual stones, totaling 3,500 yuan, without any deduction for handling fees.

"It's all because the treasures of the seniors are so popular. How can the juniors take the credit?"

Shangguan Jin said with a smile.

This sentence is really not flattery. Regardless of whether it is the moon-sucking bag, the mother-in-law sword or the star tablet, taken individually, they are all top-notch spiritual weapons, and they are qualified to be the natal magic weapon of the half-step yuandan monk.

I don’t know how many enemies Senior Chen killed before he could accumulate these high-quality spiritual weapons.

Chen Ping picked ten pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones and threw them to Ziyao, and said to Shangguan Jin: "This woman, the Yehuo Alliance should not force her to live in the world in the future, and give her a free body."

"I respectfully follow Senior Chen's instructions."

Shangguan Jin nodded repeatedly, then feigned anger and said: "Ziyao, why don't you thank me quickly, senior?"

Ziyao knelt down and said tremblingly: "This junior is willing to follow my senior to repay the grace of redemption."

"You get a bargain but still behave well."

Shangguan Jin was speechless for a while. Chen Ping was a Yuan Dan monk, and being accepted into his room was the dream of a female Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Ziyao is not repaying her kindness, she is just trying to make the most of it.

Chen Ping glanced at her coldly and said mercilessly: "You have too many petty thoughts, and you are destined to suffer big losses in the future. Following me is not a suitable destination for you."

"Back off!"

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Jin quickly shouted at Ziyao who was in a daze.

"yes."

Ziyao's face darkened, and she left from the passage in despair.

"Ziyao has been trained since she was a child and has never experienced the world. Don't worry, Senior Chen."

Shangguanjin explained carefully.

Chen Ping laughed dumbly. In his heart, this woman was no different from the passing flowers and plants, and she was not worth wasting too much energy.

"There is a new item added to the upcoming finale auction, and Senior Chen is definitely interested in it."

Shangguan Jin lowered his voice and said as if he was offering a treasure: "Senior Pu consigned a piece of fourth-grade ore."

To Shangguanjin's disappointment, Chen Ping did not show any expression and said calmly: "When will the auction be held?"

"It is scheduled to be the last one to appear. Please wait a moment, Senior Chen."

Shangguanjin didn't dare to whet his appetite and said directly.

"The auction is over. Come over again. Chen has something to ask."

Before leaving, Shangguan Jin suddenly heard this sentence and immediately nodded and bowed in agreement.

…

"The third final auction item, a low-grade Taoist artifact, the Sea-Banhuang Armor, was personally crafted by Leader Yang of this alliance."

"This treasure is made from the scales that fell off after the third-level demonic beast King Panyu went through the tribulation. Its body defense is extremely strong, and it can automatically gather a shield in critical moments, and can withstand a full blow from a monk in the middle stage of Yuan Dan."

"Dong Mou said something ugly beforehand. This derived shield will cause irreparable damage to the magic weapon after being used five times. Fellow Taoists, please make your own decisions."

I saw Dong Shichang holding a dark inner armor in his hand, with some aqua blue scales inlaid on it, making it look heavy.

"Seabanhuangjia, the starting price is 80,000 spirit stones, and each increase in price must not be less than 2,000."

The auction started, but there were very few bidders.

It's not that the quality of the Sea-Ban Huang Armor is not good. On the contrary, the level of this armor is too high. Most of the players on the field are foundation-building monks. If you buy a Taoist weapon that cannot exert all its attributes, it is better to buy two more top-quality spiritual weapons for self-defense.

"Ninety-five thousand."

In the third row, a skinny old man who had built the Dzogchen Foundation made a bid.

"Ninety-seven thousand."

Just when the old man finished speaking, a faint voice sounded from the box, it was Pu Yuanhao.

The skinny old man's expression changed, he raised his fists in the air and bowed out of the fight.

"Ninety-seven thousand, first time!"

This time, Shichang Dong did not try his best to fool everyone into bidding, but happily bid for the second and third times.
To be continued...