"Thank you, the scrap iron will belong to the disciple?" Su Yan took the storage bag, and shook his eyes at An Yingying, and then looked at Lu Beixuan. After all, this was obtained by his living allowance for the next thirty years.

Lu Beixuan waved his hand irritably: "It's yours, no one will snatch the scrap iron from you, go out!"

He was really scared, and Su Yan continued to stay here and shouted again. He didn't dare to stay with the sect for such unstable factors. He heard that there were some good blood after this auction, and he was going to be auctioned for Duan Qingfeng and An Yingying.

After all, the next trip to the starry sky is about to start. According to the news from the Fire God Great Immortal, it seems that it has stabilized.

Su Yan nodded repeatedly, stood up, saluted Lu Beixuan again, and then secretly looked at An Yingying, whose eyelashes were still covered with tears, and a curve appeared on her mouth.

"Then I'll quit," Su Yan said to the waiter, "Please ask this guy to lead the way, I'll get that big suppress."

The waiter nodded. There will be regulations for the auction. Since the hammer has been decided, you can collect it after the end or go to the middle, and this is his duty.

The waiter led Su Yan out and closed the door. Soon, another person came in, saluted everyone, and stood in the seat of the waiter before.

And below, a new baby appeared. Everyone glanced at the previous depression and was watching.

Ling Yu felt very uncomfortable. You said that his apprentice didn't come, but it was nothing. Since he came, he was kicked out again, it would not be uncomfortable for anyone else to change him, let alone, he had the opportunity to stay in this position and face such a wonderful event.

And next time, it will be twenty years later, so I will say whether there is a chance.

Looking at the excited faces of everyone, he shouted, "As his master, he felt it was necessary to comfort him by himself, and not to have any resentment towards the sect, after all, he is still young."

Ling Yu quietly moved backwards and then opened the door to find Su Yan. However, after turning a few turns, he actually saw Su Yan, led by the waiter, jumping around, and there seemed to be nothing unhappy. This child was so stupid.

In front of so many people being breached and being punished for the next thirty years of divine source, it can be said that in the future, your cultivation level will really be able to rely on yourself. For some people, it will be completely cut off their future.

Ling Yu hurriedly followed.

But Su Yan, who was walking halfway, put on a mask until the waiter led him to the backstage.

Many people in the backstage were busy, and the two of them came straight to a deacon, and the waiter said: "Private Room No. 97, the battle halberd of 300,000 gods."

The deacon first verified the waiter's information, then nodded, and the waiter left. Then, the two people lifted the damaged halberd and asked Su Yan to check. At this time, Ling Yu also rushed outside the door, but couldn't get in, so he had to watch from afar and wait for him to come out to comfort him.

Su Yan touched the battle halberd and seemed to be able to see the invincible immortal king. With this Eight Desolate Sphur, fighting in the sea of ​​blood, which made people frightened.

Inch by inch, he even saw the blood that had dried up into black and the cracked tiger teeth in some gaps. In Su Yan's opinion, it was so sharp.

"Okay, okay!" Su Yan praised twice, his eyes flashed with excitement: "Sir, my elder said, "I can get the auctioned items at half price with this token, but I don't know if it's true or false?"

After Su Yan finished speaking, he took out the moon blue badge that belonged to his Panlong Guild. The deacon hadn't cared about it before, but when he saw this badge, he was so scared that he immediately bent up and took it carefully.

"This, sir, please wait!" The deacon trembled, checked left and right, and turned over and saw the image of Panlong. He knew that this was a member of Panlong Guild and immediately sent someone to invite the corresponding person.

The half price this time is not really half price, but a kind of benefit that the guild gives to all top demon spirit masters. After all, there are only a few guilds.

The demon spirit masters took half of it and the other half was taken by their respective guilds, and the deacons invited them were from the Panlong Guild, one of the five top demon spirit masters in this place.

Outside the door, Ling Yu was stiff at this moment. He watched Su Yan take out a moon-blue badge. He had seen this badge and was even impressed by it. When they were receiving the two masters in the door in the past, they both took out such badges and kept laughing.

And the respectful look of the deacon just now is enough to show that it represents an extremely high identity symbol, and that identity is a top demon spirit master!

But how could Su Yan have such a thing? Is he the top demon spirit master? No, it is impossible.

Then, it was the badge given to Su Yan by one of the three masters. Su Yan knew who was the real demon spirit master, and that was even more impossible. What kind of virtue could he have to let others take this treasure to Su Yan. Now that the one who has been hiding his identity, how could he expose him?

In just a short moment, Ling Yu thought of many possibilities, but he denied them all, and it didn't make sense. What was going on?

Su Yan was still admiring the Eight Desolate Sphur. Soon, the people from the Panlong Guild came. It was acquaintance Qian Mo, the top demon spirit master who was itchy at the time and gave his dragon blood to Su Yan to refine it.

He was stunned when he saw Su Yan, and soon laughed. Then he pretended not to know him, took the token from the deacon, looked around, and then said, "That's right, it's true. How is my brother doing well recently?" Qian Mo asked Su Yan.

Su Yan quickly put away the battle halberd, then pretended to behave and understood the salute: "Report to Master, it's very good, thank you Master."

Qian Mo nodded and threw the badge to Su Yan: "How many divine sources did the battle halberd just now?"

"Three hundred thousand!" said the deacon quickly.

Qian Mo was stunned, then looked at Su Yan and shook his head: "I'm losing!"

How can you not lose money? In other words, the guild only paid 150,000 divine sources for Su Yan, and each top demon spirit master had only a half price opportunity once. The guild could pay him a maximum of 1 million divine sources for him. In other words, you can auction three million high-level things unscrupulously instead of 300,000.

Su Yan just smiled: "No loss!"

For himself, he has made a fortune. He has lost his natal weapon, a divine source that is more than 150,000 yuan, and a drop of ancient spirit blood in the six generations. He has made a fortune.
Chapter completed!