Zhang Yifeng wanted to say something, but a young man's voice suddenly came: "Manager Wu."

When the manager heard this voice, he immediately turned into a smile, ignored Zhang Yifeng, and immediately greeted the young man.

"Young Master Heng, why are you free today?"

The young man smiled faintly and said, "I came here to ask about the details of this auction."

"Young Master Heng wants to know what is auctioning then? OK, come to my room and I will tell you in detail." The manager kept laughing charmingly, and after he finished speaking, he ignored Zhang Yifeng's existence, and walked directly to the young master.

This person should be a young man from a four-star sect, otherwise the manager of the auction house would not be so flattering.

Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly, and then he was too lazy to say anything to the manager who was looking down on others. He walked directly to the consignment private room beside him.

There are more than one consignment managers in the consignment hall, and naturally there are more than one private room.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

The manager who was treating Zhang Yifeng coldly at first saw that Zhang Yifeng actually took the initiative to walk towards the private room. Although it was not his private room, he still shouted loudly.

Zhang Yifeng ignored the manager from beginning to end and resolutely walked into the private room.

"Xing Guanjun, who is this person?" The young man next to the manager asked.

"I don't know where the casual cultivator came from. Forget it, I guess I will be kicked out by the manager in the private room in a while. Mr. Heng, please follow me into the private room first."

"Oh, so that's it."

...

After Zhang Yifeng entered the private room, he found that the decoration in the private room was very luxurious.

There were no guests in the private room, only one manager was sitting on a chair. The manager was relatively young, probably only at thirty years old. When he saw Zhang Yifeng coming in, the manager was slightly stunned, and then said, "My friend, are you here to consign?"

Seeing that the young man's attitude was pretty good, Zhang Yifeng nodded and said, "Yes, I'm here to consign. However, I'm very confused. Why are there no one here?"

Everyone in the hall was busy, so why is this private room in charge so quiet?

The young man smiled and said, "I am the new manager here. Since I have no popularity, I have no customers."

Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly and said, "So that's it. It just so happens that I have something to consign."

"I don't know what this friend wants to consign?" The young man was very polite.

Zhang Yifeng originally planned to sell a pill, but he was looked down upon just now, so now he has to slap the other party in the face.

"A sword."

"Okay, what level of sword is it?"

“Boutique.”

"A fine sword?" The young man was slightly surprised when he heard this. A fine sword could kill Wu Kuangren.

"To be precise, high-quality and high-end." Zhang Yifeng spoke again.

“Boutique high-end!”

The young man stood up directly from his seat. Most of the masters of the three-star sects did not have high-quality high-level weapons.

In the entire Kunlun Mountains, only the forging masters and rich old men in the five-star sects!

However, Mr. Fu has already settled the mountain and has not been forged for five years.

Because high-quality and high-level weapons are definitely valuable.

In fact, Zhang Yifeng got the fine weapons from Mr. Fu, who emptied Mr. Fu's storage room.

The young man's performance was originally the worst, but this high-end sword would definitely help him achieve his performance.

Sometimes, happiness comes so suddenly.

Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly when he saw the young man's reaction. He was very satisfied with the young man's reaction.

"This friend's surname is yours? Please sit down, I'll make you a cup of high-quality Longjing right away."

The young man immediately stood up. Although the young man looked not rich, he was a big fish.

As a consignment manager in an auction house, there is a commission. The better the consignment goods, the more commission they receive. The auction house raises 15% and the manager raises 3% of the income from the auction house. If the sales are good, it will be a considerable reward.

"Zhang Yifeng, there is no need to serve tea. I don't like drinking tea, so let's talk about the main things first."

Upon hearing this, the young man nodded and said, "Brother Zhang, please sit down. My name is Liangping. What Brother Zhang said just now is true?"

"This is natural, otherwise what I'm doing here."

"Forgive me for taking the liberty, can you let me see your sword first?" Even though I was excited, Liangping still wanted to see the White Bone Fire. What if Zhang Yifeng is a person who likes to brag?

"Yes. You wait for me and I'll go out."

Zhang Yifeng nodded. Since he was here to consign, he naturally had to take out real materials.

He pretended to go out, and when he came back, he was carrying a sword and a backpack bag behind him. Only in this way would he not expose his possession of the storage ring.

After coming in, Zhang Yifeng handed the sword behind him to the young man.

The young man took out a few stones to test the sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand.

All the stones were chopped down, and the young man was overjoyed: "It's indeed a high-quality sword! Don't worry, little brother, I will definitely sell you a good price. This thing must be purchased with the best energy pill!"

Liangping's eyes shone brightly. This high-quality sword would definitely make him a big profit, and it would also allow him to have a certain status in the consignment manager.

There are already very few high-quality swords, let alone high-quality high-level swords!

Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "This is just one of the things I want to consign. There is also a pill here. I got it from a ruin. It was originally a total of five, but now there is only one left."

"Pill? What is the purpose?"

"Improving my cultivation."

Liangping was slightly stunned: "Improving my cultivation level? How much can I improve in detail?"

"It can directly upgrade the warriors in the middle stage of Fengsheng to the late stage of Fengsheng."

"What!" Liangping's shock had just calmed down, and waves appeared again at this moment, "Isn't it even more powerful than the top-grade energy pill? Brother Zhang, can I take the pills to see?"

"Take it and see it."

Zhang Yifeng handed a Guyuan pill to the young man. The young man looked at it again and again, but he couldn't see any reputation. If he could see the reputation, the alchemist would be useless.

"Brother Zhang, can this thing really increase the cultivation level of a warrior in the middle stage of Shengfeng directly to the late stage?"

"Yes. If someone takes this pill and thinks it's useless, the energy pill can be returned to the original number."

Liangping nodded, then asked, "Little brother, I'm sorry, since you have such a powerful pill, why don't you take it directly and use him to get the energy pill? Isn't this a waste of farting after taking off your pants?"

Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "I don't want to sell it either, but who made the currency here an energy pill? I want to exchange this pill for the energy pill so that I can participate in the auction."

"It turns out that Brother Zhang wants to participate in the auction. Brother Zhang, don't worry. If your pill is really that powerful, my auction house can definitely sell a high price you would not expect!" Liangping nodded firmly with his eyes.
Chapter completed!