Sword Master Online Chapter 16: : Ziyang Ding

　　Under the guidance of the maid, the two quickly arrived in a VIP room. This VIP room is actually a small pavilion. The pavilion is elegantly furnished, with a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the pillars, and Lingcha Lingguo on the antique round table.

　　 and all around the pavilion was covered by a layer of white mist. However, from the inside, you can clearly see everything in the main venue of the auction. At a glance, there are still many similar pavilions.

　　 Wen Renxue quietly released his spiritual knowledge, wanting to investigate the scene in the pavilion. However, when the divine consciousness comes into contact with the white mist, it will be swallowed. After eating a loss, Wen Renxue stopped going to see other pavilions. Instead, he turned his eyes to the bottom of the pavilion.

Below the 　　 Pavilion is the place where ordinary monks are. These monks did not have the treatment in the VIP room, only a stone bench for them to seat, and the black and heavy pieces, it seemed unusually crowded. Rough calculations, there are more than ten thousand people in the minority. Among the more than 10,000 people, sword spirits and swordsmen are the main ones, but there are not many strong swordsmen.

　　"How many such VIP rooms are there?" Wen Renxue asked the maid beside her carelessly. After speaking, he picked up a cup of tea from the round table, and took a sip.

　　 "Master Qi, this auction will only have a hundred VIP rooms like this. Most of them are strong swordsmen with background, or big people with background like you." The maid smiled. The autumn waves in his eyes flow from time to time, as if he wanted to approach this handsome man with a lot of background.

　　 If this maid knew she had been winking at a woman, how would she feel?

　　 Wen Renxue nodded slightly, put down the spiritual tea that was only a sip, and said lightly: "Okay, you can go out first."

　　 When the maid heard this, she was slightly taken aback, not knowing where she angered the son, and she turned her face on her face. He was teasing himself in every way before, but now he looks cold. This son with a background is really hard to serve. Thinking of this, the maid suppressed the grievance in her heart, gave a polite gesture, opened the door with a sad expression, and left the pavilion.

　　After the maid had left, a white light flew out of the storage bag and turned into Lu Yu's appearance.

　　 "Wenren, why are you so cruel to that woman! I didn't see the resentful look in your eyes when people left. Tsk tsk..." Lu Yu said with a smile.

　　He stared at Lu Yu fiercely when he heard the words, and said angrily: "You still dare to say? It's not your bad idea. If this happens, the young master will leave."

　　 Lu Yu smiled and said: "Smell the anger! I just talk casually. However, your performance really makes me stunned!"

　　 "That's! Don't look at who I am!" Wen Renxue said with an angry smile. Suddenly, I seemed to remember something, and then asked: "Why did you come out? Aren't you afraid to wear help?"

　　 "No, I just saw it. The isolation restrictions in the VIP rooms here are very powerful. Without the gods of the imperial realm, it is impossible to even imagine the scene in the pavilion." Lu Yu Explained with a smile. While talking, he picked up a cup of Lingcha from the round table, sat comfortably on the chair, and looked thoughtfully at the auction venue.

　　 "Ah! Why did you drink that cup of tea..." Wen Renxue suddenly screamed.

　　 Lu Yu was called by Wen Renxue, only to realize that the tea in the cup seemed to be a little bit less. Suddenly, there was a flash of light in Lu Yu's mind, as if he was thinking of something. His face was also slightly hot, but he still pursed his mouth subconsciously, as if he was thinking of something.

　　After hearing Renxue's expression like Lu Yu, his face was flushed, but he hummed heavily and stopped talking.

　　 Hearing the humming sound, Lu Yu came back to his senses and quickly turned around to apologize to Wen Renxue. Who knows that after turning his face, he saw Wen Renxue's disfigured flower blowing kiss. The feeling I had just recollected just now turned into bursts of nausea, and I couldn't stop retching a few times.

　　Wearing Renxue seeing Lu Yu's appearance, he touched his face, and suddenly realized that with a smirk looking at Lu Yu who was vomiting...

　　 An hour later, after only listening to "swish-wish" a few bursts, I saw an old man wearing a brocade robe appeared in the circular main hall. A dozen middle-aged monks in cyan armor followed behind him.

　　The old man in the brocade robe smiled, arched his hands around, and said: "Old man Zhong Lichuan is the chief in charge of Wutian Pavilion. I think most of the fellow Taoists know about it. This auction will still be based on it. I'll host it for everyone." Although the old man's voice is not loud, it is clearly in everyone's ears.

　　 "This auction is different. Not only is there twice as much stuff as before, but also four final treasures will be displayed at the end." Zhong Lichuan suddenly raised his tone.

When everyone under the 　　 heard this, they all talked a lot and shouted in ovation. Even in the VIP room, there were a few cheers from time to time. I'm all fortunate to have come right this time. More things show that I have more opportunities to get what I want. As for the last four finale, most people are thinking of watching the excitement.

　　 At this moment, an uncoordinated voice suddenly resounded throughout the auction venue.

　　 "Old man Zhong, you are not lying to us. How did I hear that there are only two finalists." A hoarse voice came from a pavilion.

　　 Zhong Lichuan heard this and smiled heartily: "It turns out that Daoist Gong, you don’t know something. Originally there were only two finalists. However, not long ago. There were two more Daoist generals. The treasure is entrusted to us by Wutian Pavilion for auction."

　　 "There are two more finale treasures just now? It seems that this auction is getting more and more lively!" A sharp voice sounded in the venue. It's just that no one can tell where the sound comes from.

　　 Zhong Lichuan smiled slightly, not paying attention to where the sound came from. But when he raised his hand, a storage bag emerged in his hand. Then he pointed to the storage bag, and a yellow light lased out. As soon as the yellow light converged, a small pill furnace emerged. From time to time, green light flashed on the pill furnace.

　　 Zhong Lichuan smiled and said to everyone: "This pill furnace is called Ziyang Ding. It was obtained by chance in this pavilion a hundred years ago. After the appraiser of this pavilion, this is a magic weapon of the holy rank."

When the people under 　　 heard it was a holy magic weapon, they all opened their eyes and talked a lot. You know, a top-tier magic weapon generally has to be refined by a strong emperor. General sword masters can only use intermediate magic weapons. As for the holy rank magic weapon, this thing can only be heard in rumors. The monks have never even seen it.

　　Lu Yu and Wen Renxue also looked surprised. Lu Yu has been coveting the magic weapon of the holy rank for a long time. However, it has never been obtained or refined. Compared to Lu Yu, Wen Renxue wanted this treasure more. Although his talent for refining medicine is against the sky, he still often fails in refining pills. The main reason is that there is no pill furnace to take advantage of it. The pill furnace she was holding was still the low-level pill furnace that Lu Yu bought for her in the shop.

　　 This is not Lu Yu's stingy, but there are too few alchemists in Broken Star Lake, so no one buys the materials for this alchemy furnace. Without materials, it is naturally impossible for a refiner to refine the alchemy furnace. .

　　 With Wenrenxue's current pill furnace, he can only refine the pill that can be taken by spiritual cultivators at most. If she wanted to refine the medicinal pill of the Master Realm, the pill furnace in her hand would definitely be a fryer.

　　 Thinking of this, Wen Renxue did not hesitate, and said to Lu Yu next to him: "You must grab this pill furnace! If you can't get it, don't expect to have a pill in the future."

　　 Lu Yu nodded without hesitation when he heard this. He knew very well the importance of the pill furnace to the alchemist, just like the importance of the spirit fire to the refiner. In addition, he is an out-and-out "medicine jar". Without the pill, the road to cultivation would be difficult to follow.

　　 just when Lu Yu and Wen Renxue decided to buy the Ziyang Ding.

　　 A woman’s voice came from a certain pavilion: "Dao Fellow Zhongli, what you said is not true. Although this is a holy-level magic weapon, this breath is not very strong. You have no heaven. What tricks are you playing?"

　　 Zhong Lichuan heard this, smiled slightly, stroking his beard and said: "Dao-friendly eyesight. The reason why this Ziyang cauldron is weak. It is damaged. But even so, this damaged Ziyang cauldron can also improve Half of the pill rate. And you can refine any pill below the imperial realm!"

　　 "Emperor Realm, Zhong is too far away from what fellow Daoist said." The woman's voice sounded again.

　　" Dao friends’ words are not correct, there are not too many pill furnaces on the market that can refine imperial elixir! The value of an emperor elixir, presumably all the Dao friends present here are all aware of it. Sword Sovereign, why don't you make one shot for you?" Zhong Lichuan continued to bewitched.

　　As soon as these words came out, many people were looking forward to the dream of having the Sword Emperor as a guard.

　　 Zhongli Chuan sees the atmosphere almost, and is preparing to quote.

　　 A lazy voice came from a pavilion: "Dao Fellow Zhongli, I don’t know if this Ziyang Ding is repaired. How much can the rate of success increase?"

　　 Zhong Lichuan was taken aback when he heard the words, but he did not expect that someone would want to repair the Ziyang Ding. To know that repairing a magic weapon is much more difficult than refining a magic weapon. But since someone has asked, it doesn't hurt to say it, but it can confuse others even more.

　　"According to the appraiser’s judgment, if this Ziyang Ding is intact, it can increase the rate of pill formation by at least 30%. It also has the effect of improving the quality of the pill. It is not impossible to refine the best pill. Ah!" Zhong Lichuan smiled.

　　 After hearing this, the people below became even more enthusiastic. This pill is divided into ordinary, top-grade, and top-grade. There is also a huge difference between each rank. The medicinal properties of a top-grade pill is equivalent to ten ordinary pill, and one top-grade pill is equivalent to a hundred ordinary pill. If this is the case, how can we make the people underneath not be enthusiastic?

　　 Zhong Lichuan saw the fire almost, and smiled: "I won't sell the old man anymore. The bottom price of this Ziyang Ding is 10,000 middle-grade spirit stones."

　　As soon as these words came out, the people bidding underneath began to rise one after another. I have to say that this Wutian Pavilion method is old and spicy, and this Wan Lingshi can only buy an intermediate magic weapon at most~IndoMTL.com~ How can everyone below not be crazy, this Ziyang Ding is also a holy magic weapon anyway Right.

　　"Eleven thousand spirit stones..."

　　 "Thirteen Thousand Three"

　　 "Ten Thousand Seven"

　　……

　　 When the price broke through to thirty thousand spiritual stones, the hot-headed monks gradually became sober and stopped bidding. Only two people were bidding in the field.

　　 "Forty thousand!" the woman who had spoken earlier said.

　　 "Fifty thousand!" Wen Renxue's lazy voice sounded again.

　　 "Sixty thousand!" the woman bid.

　　 "70 thousand!" Wen Renxue also blurted out.

　　 "This fellow Taoist must also be an alchemist. However, I would advise your excellency, this emperor realm pill can not be made by anyone." The woman said coldly.

　　 "This young master is not an alchemist. I just think this pill furnace is pretty. I want to buy it back and put flowers and plants!" Wen Renxue's full-bodied young master's tone didn't seem to care about Lingshi.

　　 Zhong Lichuan was overjoyed when he saw this, and said to a steward next to him: "This is what you said the grandson of the sword king is indeed a prodigal. However, the more such people are for us Wutian Pavilion The better."

　　 "Hmph, one hundred thousand spirit stones. If fellow daoists can produce more spirit stones than this. I will give you this pill furnace!" the woman said viciously.

　　 "One hundred thousand and one spiritual stone." Wen Renxue laughed.

As soon as 　　 came out, everyone suddenly burst into laughter. When the woman heard this, she almost vomited blood, but she hummed heavily and stopped talking...