Demon’s Diary

“Humph, didn't you call this Changyangfang city thing, you know everything, did the black-faced man leave, can't you find out yourself?” The young Confucian snorted coldly and looked very dissatisfied.

Apparently, this vast disciple of the Academy still misses that mutant egg.

“Yes, Master Wang will give the subordinate a little more time to find out the whereabouts of this person.” Slimming a man's heart cools and he hurries to say so.

“Good. If you don't find this man, don't show up in front of me again.” The young Confucian struggled to suppress his anger, patting the coffee table, standing up and walking straight to the second floor of the refinery.

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At the same time, in another seemingly ordinary store room near Bai Ling Pavilion, a woman in purple clothing with a dusty temperament was playing with a palm-sized golden meat in her hand, and behind her stood an elderly man in green clothing with a charming face.

“Joe, did you see anything about the momentary spiritual fluctuations?” The girl in purple suddenly looked back at the old man around her and asked lightly.

“Miss Hui, according to old judgment, it is someone who has refined some rare apparatus or medicine. Old age, as an alchemist, had a similar resemblance before when he was fortunate enough to produce a pentane tattooed pindant. A similar situation should also occur when refining an ultra virtuous appliance with a higher prohibited weight. Although the person used the restraint to cut off most of the fluctuations, since it came from the refinery shop in Taiqingmen, it was mostly the latter.” The old man in green bowed slightly and explained slowly.

“Old Qiao, please send someone to find out if any refiner masters from Taiqing Gate have come to sit here recently.” The Purple Clothes woman thought a little and said so.

“Yes, sir, I'll send someone to do it.” The Qingyi old man walked out of the secret room after another week.

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In the ensuing period, Liu Ming sat in the town most of the time except for a visit to a Manta shop during which he converted thirteen commodities and four spiritual artefacts into more than three million spirit stones.

The manta people in charge of the cabinet, though surprised by how quickly Liu Ming made the local medicine, thought that these were all the medicine made by the millennial green fruit.

Though it is a wonder in its heart, it is not too appalling.

By now, he had more than 500 fine spiritual stones in the spiritual stone bag between his waist, while the ground condensate was five of four spiritual lines, two of five spiritual lines and one of six spiritual lines.

Half a month later, the auction convention finally started.

Near the lake in the heart of Fang, a middle-aged man in a green soap robe walked out of the alley beside him. After finishing the robe, he headed straight for the auction building. It was just Liu Ming after a change of face.

Half a month ago, as a messenger of Taiqingmen, he did receive an invitation from the auctioneer's Thousand Allies Chamber of Commerce, but instead of intending to use it, he decided to disguise himself once again and enter the auction convention as a regular bulk repair.

At this moment, on the eve of the auction convention, from time to time, three or two dozen monks gather from all sides to enter the gate.

After a short observation, Liu Ming paid a fee for the spirit stone, and under the watchful eye of the guards, he crossed the door into the auction hall.

Through a spacious corridor filled with bustling crowds, it is the auction hall, divided into two floors, with no discrete repairs without invitations but access to the ground floor lobby, while the second floor is reserved for some special guests who receive invitations.

Liu Ming picked a rather secluded corner on the ground floor and sat down quietly, while starting to gauge everything in the auction hall.

Surrounded by a huge square high platform in the middle, the ground floor is surrounded by a fan-shaped staircase with seating on each staircase.

Liu Ming roughly calculated that the entire ground floor venue could accommodate thousands of people, and few seats could be seen here about an hour before the auction convention began.

On this scale alone, Changyang Fang City's auction convention has far surpassed the auction attended by Liu Ming in the Canghai region.

The seats below are ordinary and there is also a VIP compartment on both sides of the second floor of the venue, apparently reserved for some strong people with status.

Since coming in, Liu Ming, through strong mental strength, has implicitly detected that many people have walked into the box. Each of these people has a deep breath. Many of them are strong people who have been cultivated beyond the crystallization period. It is not surprising that even if there is one or two realms of true dandelion in them.

Once they entered the compartment, they were no longer able to detect anything.

Another hour later, no one entered the entrance to the venue.

“Bang” sound, as the door at the entrance slowly closed, a golden light column suddenly lit up on the high platform in the middle, inside about a table like thing is slowly rising.

At the same time, the noise in the hall stopped, and everyone stared at the golden light beam in the middle.

The golden light slowly faded away, and only Yutai Heran saw three more white robes.

In the middle is a white-white old man, still a lazy look in the eyes of so many people. Two middle-aged men on their left and right sides, one with a pale face and the other with a dark skin tone, are in full view at this moment and are also in a state of pride.

The corner of Liu Ming's eyes twitched for a moment, and the two middle-aged men were heavily breathed, obviously masters of the crystallization period, while the old man with white hair sat there, but could be scanned by God, but his body appeared to be in the absence, as if it would disappear at any time.

The old man is a strong man in the land of Truth.

When the white middle-aged man on the left glanced down the stage, he said with a smile on his face with a glowing voice:

“All of you are invited to attend the auction convention convened by the Chamber of Commerce. The rules of this meeting are the same as usual in my residence. After shouting out a base price, everyone bids with a spirit stone. If you are short of spirit stones, you can also sell them to Ben in exchange for other treasures. Of course, if you disagree with the price I set, we could have conducted an on-site auction on your behalf. In short, we will not let you feel hurt. ”

This white middle-aged man's words are said to have a head, and the monks below naturally have no objection.

The white-haired old man and the black man on the right have walked to the two chairs behind Mrs Yu without saying a word and sat down.

“Well, now that we have no objection, this auction begins.” The white middle-aged man looked around for a circle, and then spoke out loud, announcing that the sound was complete.

When the voice dropped, a maid in white walked out of the backstage with a white jade tray in her hands and a large red cloth on the tray. In the eyes of everyone, she walked to the jade table without panic.

White middle-aged man reached out to unravel the red cloth on the tray, revealing a strange knife half a foot long.

“First auction, superb spirit machine, bluetone knife! Twenty-eight times of restraint, the attack also has a fantasy effect, leaving the opponent unconsciously in a delusion, greatly diminishing his powers. The base price is 800,000 Psychic Stones, each price increase must not be less than 30,000!” White, clean, middle-aged voices said.

The voice just went down and whispered as the venue paused.

The knife is not as sharp as the sword, but there is an extra hegemony. Of all the psychic instruments, the attack power is second only to the existence of the sword. If the bluetone knife is driven by a knife who is good at melee, the illusion is combined with the remnants of the shadow. Under the ghost, the opponent will surely be unprotected.

If you don't talk about other people, it's just that Liu Ming is also a little heartbeat.

“800,000!” Someone shouted immediately.

“830,000! ”

“870,000! ”

“Ninety thousand! ”

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Liu Ming looked at the ups and downs, and the people who jumped at the quote quickly lifted the price to more than one million, and shook their heads and closed their eyes to support them.

From the bottom of his heart, although he also adds a lot of superb spirit tools, the price of over a million won't be taken into account.

After all, his goal today is essence powder. Although he has a lot of spirit stones on him, he will not spend too much spirit stone before he gets the shot.

As a result, after a fierce bidding, the bluetone knife was photographed with 1.2 million spirit stones by a man in black.

Liu Ming looked at the compartment on both sides. The people who had just bid were the monks below. Nobody in the compartment seemed to be able to see the bluetone knife and remained silent collectively.

“The following auction item is also an exquisite spirit apparatus' soul extinguishing fan ', which is made from the blood jade of the devil and mixed with the Qi Qi of the devil, with a 30,000-piece ban, with a base price of 800,000 spirit stones, not less than 30,000 at a time.” The person under the stage sent another white jade tray, this time lying flat on top of the tray with a fan, the fan bone white, the fan black, embroidered with a purple skull.

Liu Ming quietly appeared again as a superb spirit machine, but this time as a monastic treasure.

“800,000 spirit stones!” As soon as the white middle-aged voice went down, there was an immediate bid.

“Eighty-five million!” Speaking was a blue robe monk, a shady face, playing with a white bone scepter in his hand, at first glance an evil monk.

“880,000!” There's been another price increase.

“Ninety thousand!” The Blue Robe man hummed, seemingly obtaining the object.

“930,000! ”

“A million!” The Blue Robe man seemed a little impatient, pushing the price straight past the millionth mark.

An exquisite spirit machine, generally worth between 800,000 and 1 million, unless it is a treasure with special effects, such as the audio-visual disturbance of a bluetone knife from the previous auction, although it obviously does not have that special capability.

“Eleven million!” The voice came from the VIP compartments on both sides, adding 100,000 directly.

Many people in the room were mostly slightly surprised and looked at the past.

Unfortunately, there is a forbidden array in the compartment, which neither eyes nor gods can penetrate.