Zhanxian

An unknown horn, though sharp and well made, is not enough to get 100,000 mountain people to pay more than 10 pounds of pinestone.

Almost all of the monks who come here want to break through the realm, and a little bit to look for materials, but no one pays for something they can't sacrifice and don't know.

After Yang Chen offered 11 pounds of Pingshi, the moderator silenced down and waited for the buyers to make their move. It was just a moment of effort, and none of them paid more than that.

“Eleven pounds, is there a higher bid? 11 pounds for the second time!” Once again, the moderator announced the price of eleven pounds, but the silence awaited him.

Suddenly, the host looked as if he saw something incredible. Immediately afterwards, he shouted excitedly: “Fifteen pounds! Fifteen pounds! ”

Suddenly, four pounds were added, making the entire auction house a little noisy. You know, four pounds down, that's 40,000 pounds of spiritual stone, if used to absorb spiritual power, almost enough for a Jindan master to use it from the early days of Jindan to the peak of Jindan. That's four pounds. Who has a pen this big?

“Young lord, this...” A young lord next to the master directly added fifteen pounds of pine stone to surprise the master. You know, even if you add up the items from the previous auction, it's just this amount of spirit stone. If Yang Chen gives up, the auction house will lose a lot this time.

“I want to know what the hell this is!” The young master stared closely at the images of Yang Chen's room on the wall, some nervous remarks. But he looked a little jealous: “Isn't he the finest spirit stone? Afraid you won't be able to pay? ”

As his younger master, it is not possible to take out ten kilograms of fine spiritual stone at random, but Yang Chen, a descendant of the foundation period, can easily take out an excellent spiritual stone. How can this not make the younger master go mad?

“Our connoisseur says this thing is the most expensive and will not exceed twelve pounds of spiritual stone.” The master is a little upset, but he is a young master, he is only a master, his status is too different, there is no way to criticize the young master's behavior, can only say the highest valuation.

The Young Master actually started to regret it after he opened his mouth. I couldn't help but want to embarrass Yang Chen. Perhaps it was to see the finest spirit stones he had taken out at will that made him feel ashamed and obscene.

Young master of his own cousin, every day is also a tight life, but he walks around with an excellent spiritual stone. Looks like it's just coin money. This strong contrast almost shames the young master to death. But now he has to start getting nervous. If Yang Chen doesn't want to, this thing falls into his hand, he can't compensate for so many spiritual stones.

“Twenty pounds!” Before the host shouted fifteen pounds for the second time, Yang Chen did not hesitate to call out a new price. Double the price of the 10 pounds just parked there for everyone.

Boom, the auction house is not a shock anymore, but everyone is starting to shock. Who would buy a horn with such a big pen at such a random price that they don't know how to taste it? Is this some kind of magical treasure?

Everyone was listening, but the auction house owner's eyes were lit up. If Yang Chen really counts, he can only buy it twice, once is the first measure of warming the field, one pound of spiritual stone. This time it was a bigger pen, 20 pounds of spiritual stone.

The two big price offers are things that people don't know what to do or how to do. Everything about Yang Chen is full of mysteries. Also, Yang Chen is young, repaired to low age, and where did he come from, the ultimate spirit stone, all of which seems to be infinitely attractive, bringing Yang Chen's attention to the owner.

The Young Master has dared not to take it anymore. If he really wants to smash it into his own hands, he will not lose it. Besides, he has decided to learn the secret of the horn from other sources, and if it is truly a rare thing, the horn will return to his hands.

“Don't worry, whatever you're up to, but be careful what you do.” The master is also staring at Yang Chen's figure, but he is admonishing: “Don't let anyone know you did it, we can't break the rules ourselves. ”

“I know!” the Young Master heard the offer of twenty pounds and took a long sigh of relief in his heart. Now the master is still such a childish admonition, don't you think? Immediately after impatiently returning the sentence, he got up and went out to call for an attendant. After a few words, he came in and sat down.

“I've got my hands set up to stare, not within 100 miles of Devil's Flame Valley.” Young Master came in and said softly, but reassured the master.

The master listened to the words of the Young Master, but did not react in the slightest. He sat quietly, neither objecting nor agreeing, as if he had not heard. But the Young Lord knew that it was an attitude he had shown, and he ignored it.

Twenty pounds of pine stone, nobody else competes with Yang Chen. Cape Kirin fell into Yang Chen's hands. When I think of my 20 pounds of pine stone in the district, I bought a real kirin horn. Yang Chen himself didn't know whether to be happy or happy. Anyway, I felt like I had been hit by a big pie dropped in the sky.

Two strikes, 21 pounds of Pinestone, is already the biggest pen in this auction. Yang Chen believed that he must have caught the auction site's attention. Next, Yang Chen sat steadily on the fishing platform, waiting for someone to grab the door.

Yang Chen was not sure that someone would definitely do it, but from the moment he left the auction house, he found that someone was already following him far away.

According to the theory, Yang Chen was wearing an invisible cloak, which was the same as everyone else's. The bystanders could not tell which one was Yang Chen's. Yet Yang Chen still sensed the feeling of being targeted.

To think about it, there is only one reason to explain that there is a problem with this invisible cloak provided by the auction house. Those people can recognize themselves through this cloak.

Yang Chen, who got something, did not stay in the Magic Flame Valley more often, like most of the monks who got the baby, went straight out of the Magic Flame Valley, then took off the sword and left quickly.

After Yang Chen's body flew more than a dozen miles, there were more followers behind him. The lead one held a compass and followed Yang Chen in the direction of leaving. He chased it down.

No one noticed that Yang Chen's face, which seemed to have fled quickly in front of him, had already revealed a slight smile.

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