After turning a few corners, a bar-like protrusion appeared in front of him, and behind him sat a beautiful young woman who was refining the body of the mortal world, and when she saw Liu Lianlang coming over, she said crisply: "Bring it!"

Liu Lianlang was stunned in his heart, could it be that this is another money fan, and his hand unconsciously touched the Qiankun bag, and then heard the other party continue: "Your participation in the auction Jane." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Liu Lianlang then understood, handed in the auction Jane, and then the woman handed him a bidding sign and asked for a hundred low-grade spirit stones as the basic funds for the auction, and then led Liu Lianlang to push open a door hidden in the wall, into another dim underground corridor, after seven turns and eight turns, the beautiful woman's delicate body flashed and said: "Go in!" and then turned around and walked back. Because the corridor was very narrow, when the woman turned around and walked out, her front chest happened to rub against Liu Lianlang's chest, and the woman's two softness happened to be against Liu Lianlang's chest, and Liu Lianlang couldn't help but be shocked.

And this woman didn't seem to care, and when she left, her eyes flashed a few times, and she said in a greasy voice: "Come in quickly!" Liu Lianlang was stunned again, and watched her twist her waist and leave in confusion.

The smooth wall in front of Liu Zhilang's eyes flashed an orange light after a while, and then another crisp female voice came from inside, "Come in!"

Hearing the sound, Liu Lianlang entered inside, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Liu Lianlang looked around, this is a secret room a few zhang square, the top of the secret room is extremely high, but there is no light in the room, the dim orange light is a strange inlay on the wall of the secret room, not very bright, but it can roughly illuminate the space of the secret room, the woman who was talking to herself just now is looking at herself on the side of the door, dressed in a red short dress, very spiritual.

In front of the secret room is a stone platform, behind which there are two ancient wooden chairs, and at this time there are two people, a graceful and luxurious beautiful woman, who is taking pictures of a strange-looking small animal. The other was a thin old man with a grim gaze that kept scanning the crowd. Both of them are mortal warriors, and the two of them didn't care about Liu Yinglang's arrival, and they were still busy with their own affairs. At the back of the secret room were rows of wooden chairs, on which many people were already seated, about twenty or thirty people, and from time to time someone held up a sign. But to Liu Yanlang's surprise, there were so many people, and no one in the entire secret room spoke except for the crisp voice of the beautiful woman in front of her introducing the lot. His eyes scanned the crowd one by one, and he found that all the people participating in the auction were monks. Looking at the dress, many monks are dressed strangely, and they can't understand what they are coming from. Under the eyes of the white light, Liu Lianlang saw Song Zhen and Lan Shuang, Yingfang, and Yexiang also sitting at the back of the crowd, each holding a bidding sign in their hands.

Liu Lianlang came here just to gain a long insight, and he had no intention of buying anything, and when he looked up, there was no one in the last row, so he turned around and nodded to the woman who was talking to him, and walked to the last row.

When passing by Song Zhen and the others, Lan Shuang saw it and whispered, but Yexiang and Song Zhen were fascinated and didn't notice Lan Shuang's reaction. However, Fang Tian Yingfang noticed Liu Lianlang's arrival, and watched Liu Lianlang sit down before turning around.

Seeing that Yingfang had been looking at herself, her eyes seemed to be full of thought, and for a moment Liu Lianlang felt that she recognized herself, but when she saw her turn her head again, she dispelled her doubts.

Next, Liu Lianlang focused his attention on the auction table. I only heard the graceful and luxurious beautiful woman on the stage pointing to the strange animals on the auction table and said, "Immortal Yan Monkey, thirty low-grade high-grade spirit stones!"

"Immortal Yan Monkey, thirty-five low-grade high-grade spirit stones!"

"Forty bucks!"

"Forty-five!"

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"Sixty-five dollars!Is there any?Is there a higher bid?Good! Deal! Congratulations, Brother Seven!," said the beautiful woman to Brother Seven with delight.

Everyone's eyes turned to the person known as No. 7, and Liu Lianlang saw that the person known as No. 7 turned out to be Song Zhen. At this time, he got up and made a gesture to the envious eyes around him, and then unceremoniously went to the front to receive the fairy inkstone monkey.

Speaking of this immortal monkey, it is not a magical thing among many students in Immortal City, and there is such a thing in the room for students with a little capital. This kind of little monkey is only three inches high, and there is no difference between the appearance and ordinary monkeys, that is, the body is very small, and there is a magical hobby and ability, that is, he likes to study ink, likes to watch the master write and paint, and some are smart, and even can write a few words or draw a picture like a dog. Therefore, it is loved by all the students in Immortal City.

Although the immortal inkstone monkey is not a strange thing, but the number of surviving people is also very small, few people in the mortal world can afford to buy, some brave warriors in the deep mountains and ancient forests even or catch one, and then come to this immortal workshop to ask people to auction off and make a fortune.

And the one that Song Zhen photographed made everyone present very red, I heard that it was actually captured by a monk in the demon domain, and it was already a low-grade and middle-level spirit beast level, with many unknown supernatural powers.

Looking at the immortal inkstone monkey that Song Zhen was playing with, everyone's eyes flashed with envy, but they helplessly raised their heads to pay attention to the lots below.

"A medium-grade high-grade summoning bell!Starting at fifty low-grade level-grade spirit stones!Whoever wants it, please bid!" The beautiful woman quoted the next lot in a crisp voice.

Everyone looked at each other, and suddenly there was a commotion, and their eyes widened as they looked at a summoning bell on the auction table that flashed with a ghostly blue light wave, and their eyes were blazing.

Medium-grade high-level summoning bell, this thing is already among the spiritual weapons in the magic weapons, spirit weapons, immortal weapons, and artifacts. It's exciting to be on a third-tier auction house.

Regarding this summoning bell, Liu Zhilang has also seen a related introduction on the fairy scroll. The summoning bell, as the name suggests, is used to summon spirit pet spirits, and even awaken the souls of dead objects and drive monsters. People with different mana of this thing use it, the effect and power are very different, and if you want to use this thing, you must first refine it before you can recognize yourself as the master. When using it, you must not summon a spirit that is stronger than yourself, otherwise it may be controlled by the backlash. Therefore, cultivators use this thing to summon some low-level spirit pets or something, and few dare to try to summon those powerful demon corpses or something.

Even so, being able to command some spirit pets and spiritual objects is also a gratuitous increase in strength for a cultivator, so everyone here wants to clap their hands.

Beautiful woman, as soon as the words fell, more than a dozen people raised signs, and the others didn't want to hold up signs, but they were really shy, so they had to look at the dozen people holding signs with hot eyes.

"Sixty low-grade level-grade spirit stones!"

"Seventy low-grade level-grade spirit stones!"

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"One hundred and fifty low-grade level-grade spirit stones!

"Two hundred low-grade level-grade spirit stones!" everyone heard a black-robed man wearing a phoenix head mask on the last seat in the auction hall say lightly. There was a look of envy and jealousy in his eyes, and he secretly sighed at the other party's wealth.

Song Zhen's black and white eyebrows twisted, and he secretly said in his heart: "Ho ho! Where did this strange bird come from, how did you compete with the master!"

But the phoenix-headed masked man just glanced at Song Zhen calmly, and then said lightly: "Six hundred low-grade level-grade spirit stones!"

What, Song Zhen's face was hot, it seemed that he had met an opponent today, he touched the Qiankun bag, gritted his teeth and shouted: "One thousand two hundred low-grade level-level spirit stones!" and then glared fiercely at the phoenix-headed masked man behind.

But to everyone's expectations, under such a high level of competition, the Fengshou Mask Man shouted out an unimaginable number: "Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine low-grade level-grade spirit stones!"

The beautiful woman on the stage trembled and repeated: "Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine low-grade level-grade spirit stones!" Her eyes flashed with excitement. The thin old man who had been sitting quietly beside him couldn't help but be moved, and his clear eyes stared straight at the phoenix-headed masked man for a long time.

Song Zhen, who has always believed that he is rich, also looked at the people behind him in surprise at this time, and secretly scolded that he had met the devil. At this time, I didn't care about losing face in front of the beautiful woman, so I sat down and stopped talking.

Then I heard: "Summoning bell! Win the shot on the nineth!"

Then a burst of applause broke out, and when the applause dissipated, the phoenix-headed masked man had already sat in the last row of seats again, his eyes constantly examining the blue summoning bell in his palm, as if he liked it very much. I wasn't interested in what was going on on the stage, and I didn't look up for a long time.