Ask the Mirror Chapter 92: Purple Extreme Yellow Picture of Life and Death (Part 2) 10/325
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At this moment, the first auction is coming to an end, and the last lot has arrived. After several ups and downs of emotions and tone, the auctioneer is also a little tired, but in front of this lot, he still cheers up and faces the audience. All the monks smiled:
"This, I don't need to introduce it again."
Some people in the audience laughed knowingly, but most of them were still staring at the cart being pushed on the stage, feeling the unobstructed silence and coldness in the jade bowl above.
The auctioneer deliberately lowered his voice: "Xuanming True Water, ten drops!"
At the sound of his voice, almost everyone's heart skipped a beat. Especially those who practice special methods and need to use the magical objects of heaven and earth to practice, their eyes are even green.
Ten drops of Xuanming True Water may be of great help to magic weapons and elixirs, but for people like them, the help is even more amazing. If it is a monk who has advanced to the next level, he may be able to Use it for longevity! It was indeed a "tremendous" change. What the auctioneer said before was not an exaggeration.
In this round of bidding, there will naturally be no participation from the owner of the Xuanming True Water. Those monks who just came for the Xuanming True Water have been patient before. Now they are naturally gearing up, or nervously allocating resources, with the intention of Winning the title in one fell swoop.
The auctioneer had a panoramic view of the conditions of the monks in the audience, smiled slightly, and was quite proud, because at least one-third of this scene was due to him.
He emphasized for the last time: "Ten drops of Xuanming True Water will be auctioned together and not priced separately. So now...start!"
The auction house burst into flames in an instant. At least thirty people activated the projection array on their seats, mapping the shapes of their treasures onto the stage. They carefully listed out the relevant information, and light and shadow flashed for a while. It moved and almost drowned the auctioneer.
After nearly two breaths, the magic circle on the stage gathered all the projections clearly and arranged them one by one, divided into upper, middle and lower levels for all the monks to watch. During this period, the number of projections increased. An increase of seven or eight.
This does not include those "secret shots", they directly imported the treasure information into Guiyan's private magic circle. Of course, these treasures are more or less invisible, but compared with those listed on the stage The treasures are better overall.
The jumping light and shadow also disturbed the weird atmosphere in the VIP room. Shen Wan took the opportunity to straighten up, avoiding Guiyan's "frivolousness", but she could not turn her back, so she could only smile lightly and pretend that nothing happened. It happened before, he said softly:
"Who is Mr. Guiyan interested in?"
Looking at her reaction, Gui Yan found it quite interesting, so he responded with a smile: "Yes, I have chosen one."
It is said that he is "fancy", but his eyes are not projected on the neatly arranged treasures in front of him, but on Shen Wan's face. The meaning is self-evident.
Shen Wan's pretty face, which had just turned red, turned completely white again in an instant.
Gui Yan laughed loudly at this, and finally stopped teasing her, turned around, and carefully looked at the neatly arranged lights and shadows in front of him.
Although the treasures inside are of extremely high quality, there are only two magic weapons that have been refined for more than a hundred levels. There is only a thin line between them and perfection. But his principle has not changed, and he still gives top priority to Donghua's relics, especially those items that are likely to be related to the ruins of Donghua Palace or to Mrs. Huangquan.
In this way, he quickly locked on two of them, one on the stage and one in front of him.
The one on the stage is a half-broken statue of a god, about five inches high. Most of the head is missing, and the body is also broken in many places. The original image cannot be seen, but it still has a faint aura and unpredictable energy. , seems to be blessed all year round. According to the description on the side, it fell from a high place near the battlefield during the Earth Immortal War. It is not certain whether it is a collection in Donghua Palace.
As for the "hidden mark" that was thrown in front of Guiyan's eyes, it was a natural secret treasure, shaped like a flywheel, with sharp edges. It was also stained with blood, which was clearly a long-lasting trace, but it was as bright red as before. The origin of this treasure is very clear. It was left by Li Xia, the only female cultivator among the seven deceased disciples of Donghua Palace.
Li Xia's cultivation is just an ordinary immortal, but he is good at witchcraft and curses. The treasures he carries with him may contain some sinister means. It is probably for this reason that the current owner is afraid and wants to take them. Come out and see if you can go back for a cheaper price.
As everyone knows, Guiyan is interested in the possible methods above.
With a wave of his robe sleeves, through the effect of the magic circle, only two projections, one bright and one dark, were left, while all other projections of the treasures dissipated. There was a series of sighs in the auction room. Since it was the last lot, some people got up and walked out in disappointment, but there were still quite a few people who stayed in place and wanted to see the final result.
The scene was quite chaotic for a while.
In such an environment, Jiuyan and Zhai Queer, who had been sitting still, looked at each other and stood up at the same time. Gu Zhi, who still wanted to see the final result, felt a little strange:
“Let’s see who gets the flowers?”
Zhai Queer unfolded the folding fan with a swishing sound, fanned himself, and said with a smile: "This only shows that Master Gu Er, you don't understand the mentality of the nouveau riche. Isn't this very clear?"
The "nouveau riche" glanced at her helplessly, but Gu Zhi really understood the point and suddenly realized: "I see."
As he spoke, he also called Jiang Shangyan up.
As the four of them were walking out, the auctioneer on the stage announced the result: the owner of Xuanming Zhenshui chose the statue, but also designated a "hidden bid" to directly enter the "treasure field" and meet him face to face. transaction.
There was an uproar in the auction house, but Yu Ci and others smiled at each other and went straight out the door.
As soon as he walked halfway, Yu Ci frowned slightly. There was a feeling outside the door. He really didn't like it, but after all, he didn't stop. When he left the auction house, he saw someone waiting outside, and he said very directly. Reach out to stop.
"Hey, why don't you say hello?"
The person holding out his hand is the ghost sword.
This guy had just confronted Guiyan and made a lofty comment about "a dog that doesn't eat shit", but now he was blocking the road carelessly. It was really annoying.
His actions were so direct that people passing by him looked over curiously.
Onishenjian has a thin figure, high cheekbones, and a rather ugly appearance, but he is majestic and majestic. His back is straight at all times, and he has an air of taking everything for granted, that kind of feeling from within. The self-confidence exuded by external forces is very eye-catching.
In stark contrast to him, on the other side, is the young man wearing coarse cloth. His clothes are so simple that he is almost shabby. His face is like a full moon, his lips are red and his teeth are white. He is extremely handsome and unforgettable at first sight. And this man was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, standing there, smiling slightly, with a kind of serenity and stability that was beyond his appearance.
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