Wanbao Conference.

Second floor, in private room No. 142.

Cheng Buzheng looked at Yubi uneasy, afraid that the other party would bid again!

At the same time.

In the private room No. 821 on the second floor.

An old man sitting on a chair swayed and appeared in front of the chair on the side to stop the young monk from moving.

He quickly spoke:

"Yu'er, forget it!"

"There must be treasures below that help break through the bottleneck. Let's give up this time!"

The handsome boy said in confusion:

"Grandpa, why?"

"My mother can tell me! Otherwise, I won't be able to pay the wrong thing when I go back."

"Even if the other party is a junior of the Yuanying True Lord, you can't be so domineering!"

"You can't take your anger on you and me because of this!"

"And grandpa, you are also a real person in Jindan, so you won't be like this!"

The old man said bitterly:

"Yu'er, you're too proud of your grandfather!"

"I am just a Jindan stage monk."

"The second floor private rooms are in the first 200 private rooms, and they are all private rooms for Nascent Soul Stage monks in Zhenhai League. We can't afford to offend!"

"Forget it!"

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Cheng Buzheng felt a little relieved when he saw that the other party did not make a offer.

If you know the other party’s conversation in the private room, you don’t have to worry so much!

Unfortunately, he didn't know.

After one breath.

Cheng Buzheng's eyes turned to the small hammer in Ouyang Wan'eryu's hand, hoping that the small hammer would fall down as soon as possible.

I saw a crisp and pleasant sound coming from Ouyang Wan'er's pink and thin lips.

In the past, he felt that this woman's voice was very pregnant, as if she had been wandering around for three days, still in her ears.

But at this moment, Cheng Buzheng disliked this woman's procrastination and was not decisive at all!

No more feeling than before.

"three"

···

"two"

···

"one"

"Dong!"

With the small hammer falling.

A very pleasant voice came from Ouyang Wan'er's pink lips; "Congratulations to guests No. 2-142-7, for auctioning this bottle of milky marrow."

Hearing words.

Cheng Buzheng knew that he was stable this time, and at the same time he let out a light breath, as if his heart was finally put back to his stomach.

At this time.

He faced the congratulations between Jiang Fugui and Jiang Siling, and showed joy on his face and clasped his fists to show off.

After some politeness.

Then.

After Cheng Buzheng bowed directly to Mingxiang Zhenjun, he greeted Jiang Fugui and his sister, pushed the door and walked straight to the treasure room.

Because there were not so many spirit stones in his storage bag, he could only prepare to use a golden snake to mortgage it.

At the same time, it is also to trade the bottle of ground milk spirit marrow as soon as possible.

——Put it in order to be safe.

It has always been his philosophy.

Otherwise, he would be unable to sit or lie down in the private room.

A quarter of an hour later.

Cheng Buzheng walked through the treasure room with light steps.

At this time, he had all dealt with the four golden snakes in the storage bag.

At the same time, there was a bottle of earth-cup spirit marrow in the storage bag, and only more than 3,000 pieces of spirit stone were left.

Back to the private room.

Cheng Buzheng sat back on the No. 7 chair with a smile, looking calmly at Ouyang Wan'er in the developing spirit wall with a happy mood.

Treasures were auctioned off.

Among them are spiritual elixirs and treasures that assist the monks in the foundation-building stage to break through.

But the price of each treasure is one or two stories higher than his price.

See this.

Cheng Buzheng also knew how much credit this private room had taken with more than 50,000 spiritual stones that he could auction the earth's milk spirit marrow. In other words, he was benefited from the light of Mingxiang Zhenjun.

If he attends the Wanbao Conference on the first floor, he may have to spend more spirit stones.

Besides, I don’t have that many spirit stones.

perhaps.

Maybe this time, I will go back empty-handed!

"The intimidation power of the True Lord of the Nascent Soul should not be underestimated!"

Cheng Buzheng thought to himself.

Regarding this.

He also felt very grateful!

With more than 5,000 treasures being auctioned.

Cheng Buzheng also found that the frequency of heaven and earth treasures appeared is getting higher and higher.

Occasionally.

More than a dozen low-quality magic weapons were auctioned.

Every low-quality magic weapon was auctioned for a sky-high price, which is a number that Cheng Buzheng had never had before.

Just when Cheng Buzheng was shocked!

During the auction for two consecutive days, his treasure display master Ouyang Wan'er still showed the treasure with a smile, without showing any tiredness!

"The next treasure is a strange thing!"

"Fellow Taoists, you should also know how rare strange things are."

"I won't talk much, I'll invite you to a strange thing!"

Ouyang Wan'er smiled sweetly.

In an instant, a flash of inspiration appeared on the Zhanbao desktop in front of her, and a jade plate covered by red cloth appeared on the desktop.

Ouyang Wan'er lifted the red cloth and revealed a seemingly ordinary stone.

"I believe many seniors have recognized the origin of this strange thing!"

"Yes, this is the rumored sword-grinding stone, which is the extremely rare treasure that the sword cultivator yearns for."

"This strange thing can not only quickly hone the sword spirit and increase it rapidly, but can also be melted into sword-like magic weapons to increase its power!"

"The starting price is 500,000 spirit stones!"

Just finished speaking.

Sky lanterns are quickly lit up.
To be continued...