Without deliberate publicity, news of the next day's trade will have already spread outside the mountain gate.

When the mountain gate opened, everyone headed straight to the trading venue.

"Senior brother, I, I can't do it."

In Zhao Yang's courtyard, Zuo Ling'er's face, who was hugged by Zhao Yang, turned red and shook her head repeatedly.

"Can you do it?" Zhao Yang smiled slantedly, his body tighter, and his head slowly pressed down.

"No...woo..."

"Can you do it?"

“Woo…Okay…”

...

"The leader of the Qingyun Sect Zhao Yang arrived--"

The anxious practitioners who had been waiting in the venue finally waited for Zhao Yang's arrival.

Today, Zhao Yang wore a moon-white robe and came to the stage to bow and bow, "Seniors and fellow Taoists, today my Qingyun Sect will also buy some treasures, so the transaction was handed over to Zhao's junior sister Zuo Ling'er."

As he said that, he signaled to the side, then smiled gently, and walked downstairs.

Zuo Ling'er, who was standing by the high platform, was a little at a loss. Zhao Yang came to her and whispered: "Ling'er is the best!"

In public, the two of them got so close that Zuo Ling'er's face turned red in an instant.

It was not until Zhao Yang walked off the stage that she took a deep breath and slowly walked forward to the middle of the high platform.

"Come on, Master, sister!"

"Master, you are the best!"

Two crisp shouts came from the box above, Zuo Ling'er squeezed out a smile on her face, and she bowed slightly to the bottom: "Seniors, I am entrusted by my senior brother. Today's trade fair will be hosted by me."

The sound is like an oriole, and the person is more beautiful than a flower. Tingting stands there, and Zuo Ling'er is like a lotus in bud waiting to bloom.

"Tsk tsk, Brother Zhao, I really can't learn this trick..."

"I admire you, admire you, is this considered to be a slight smile on the beauty and spending millions of dollars?"

In the private room, Shu Quan and others were all smacking their tongues.

Zhao Yang sat in the front row below, giving the little girl a look that could start.

"Today's first trading item, medium-grade magic weapon, Yanyue Battle Sword!"

Zuo Ling'er waved her hands and a big sword fell on the platform.

The knife is light golden all over, with a touch of blood red on the blade. The handle is more than seven feet long, and the blade is more than two feet long.

The hilt of spiritual patterns shone with dark spiritual light on the hilt of the knife as thick as a goose egg. There were blood grooves beside the blade, which looked extremely ferocious.

"Good knife!"

"Good magic weapon! Brother Zhao did not fool me!"

...

Needless to introduce, this appearance alone has attracted those practitioners who like melee combat.

"This knife is 108 inches long. When it is built, it is mixed with Blood Soul Stone, and it is light red all over. When it comes out, there will be a terrifying whistle and breathtaking sound." Zuo Ling'er walked to the sword, and her petite and cute appearance formed a strong contrast with the sword.

"Sister-in-law, don't talk about it anymore, bid quickly!"

With a loud roar in the private room, Zuo Ling'er's face suddenly turned red.

"The base price of this knife is 4,000 spirit stones, and each time it is increased by 10 spirit stones."

"Haha, I will give the little girl a favor, four thousand and one hundred." As soon as Zuo Ling'er's voice fell, Yang Yuanshan's voice was already heard.

"Thank you uncle." Zuo Ling'er lowered her body and said blessedly.

"Four thousand one hundred."

"Four thousand two hundred!"

...

After a few breaths, the price of this medium-grade magic weapon had soared to more than 4,500. At this time, the bid had just eased.

"Who else has the senior who wants to bid for the 4,630 spirit stones?"

At this time, Zuo Ling'er was no longer panicked. She held the small wooden hammer in one hand and swept around her eyes.

"Haha, such a good magic weapon can be cheaper than the market price, which is strange." A chuckle came from a private room, and then said: "Five thousand spirit stones." "Five thousand one hundred."

"Five thousand two hundred."

"Five thousand two hundred and thirty."

...

The sects below had no chance to bid, and the prices in several private rooms had already increased to 5,300 spirit stones.

"A group of stingy guys." Xu Zhuo muttered with a sneer, looking at the long sword and said: "Although this magic weapon is just an ordinary medium-grade magic weapon, the group battle is definitely good. I took it back and sold seven or eight thousand spirit stones in one go."

As he said that, he shouted loudly: "Six thousand spirit stones!"

Six thousand!

The price of a medium-grade magic weapon is basically around 5,000 yuan, and the premium is 20%. For the monks of the sect, there is no point in fighting for them.

And everyone knows that those military generals are rich and they may not be able to compete for them if they really want to fight.

As for the other military generals, they will not fight for this when the price is clearly marked. Wouldn't that be a joke?

"Six thousand spirit stones, are there anyone with a height of more than six thousand spirit stones?"

Zuo Ling'er asked three times in a row, and saw that no one had made another offer, she rang the "bang" sound of the small wooden hammer.

"Congratulations to this general, six thousand spirit stones bought this moon-curved sword."

After Xu Zhuo happily handed over the spirit stone, then stepped forward and grabbed the sword and waved it a few times, Zuo Ling'er said again: "Ling'er wishes General Ling'er to win with this sword flag and be promoted!"

"Haha, brother and sister, you talk more than Brother Zhao!" Xu Zhuo laughed, put away his sword and strode back.

When Xu Zhuo left, when everyone in the audience thought that some low-priced items would appear below, they saw Zuo Ling'er waved her hand again.

"The next item, a medium-grade magic weapon, red jade red sword training."

A fiery red sheathed sword was hung on the high platform, and a tangled red red snake was engraved on the scabbard.

Zuo Ling'er stepped forward, and Ben Yu's tender little hand held the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled it out.

A clear halo flowed open.

The sword light is like water.

“So beautiful…”

Looking at the sword light, Li Yuzhu murmured to herself.

There are many people with the same expression as her.

On the high platform, the famous sword beauties complement each other and complement each other, making the entire venue quiet.

"Buzz--"

The faint sword intent of Zuo Ling'er's body surged. The red snake that was originally wrapped in the scabbard instantly turned into a five-foot-long snake, hovering around her, opening her mouth and spitting blood-red letters, as if waiting for an opportunity to kill the enemy.

"warehouse--"

The long sword returned to the scabbard, and the red snake turned into a spiritual light and wrapped around the scabbard.

On the high platform, people and swords separated, as if the bright light in the past was illusion.

"Four thousand spirit stones, the lowest price." Zuo Ling'er lifted the small wooden hammer in her hand and said loudly.

"Five thousand!"

"Five thousand one hundred."

"Five thousand and five hundred!"

"Six thousand!"

“Six thousand one hundred.”

...

Before Xu Zhuo and others could react, the price was already 6,500 spirit stones.

"This, this sword is not as good as Old Xu's sword, right?" Shu Quan said in a daze.

"Haha, do you think these sect monks will be like us, only looking at lethality?" Song Yousheng chuckled, and his eyes signaled the box in front of him and said, "Do you guess that young lady will like it?"

"Seven Thousand Spirit Stones!"

As soon as Song Yousheng finished speaking, he heard Li Yuzhu's voice coming from the private room ahead.

Seven thousand spirit stones, and it was heard from Li Zhubu’s private room, whoever fights will be stupid.

"Is there any higher price for seven thousand spirit stones?" "Is there any higher price for seven thousand spirit stones?"

After asking three times in a row, no one raised the price. Zuo Ling'er only had to knock on the wooden hammer.

"Seven thousand spirit stones, sold."

After handing over the spirit stone, Li Yuzhu took the long sword handed over by Zuo Ling'er, held it in her arms and rubbed it gently.

"Miss Li, this sword is very suitable for you, you must cherish it."

He looked up and suddenly saw Zuo Ling'er's smiling eyes. He lowered his head embarrassedly: "Thank you, Master."

Master!

This lady from the Li Zhubu’s family is actually called Master Zuo Ling'er!
Chapter completed!