"this……?"

Mo Wentian glanced at him and soon found a thin old man in black robe wrapped in a black cloak, with a bone-broken cold air radiating from his body, sizzling in the air, almost frozen within a few feet of radius.

The chair under Mo Wentian's butt was frozen by the cold air, spreading up along the two strands, almost frozen on the chair.

Mo Wentian frowned. He knew that some evil cultivators were introverted and did not like to approach strangers, so he released his magic power and set a territory for himself. If outsiders walked into this territory, they would be attacked immediately.

Just as Mo Wentian was considering whether to walk away, the old man in black suddenly turned to look at him, but saw two deep-sleeping eye sockets in the mask, and a pair of silver-white eyeballs with a cold air came coldly.

In an instant, cold air within a radius of several feet emerged wildly, and the water in the air formed into ice flowers. Mo Wentian was like falling into an ice cave. A cold air visible to the naked eye spread along the chair to his whole body. His legs suddenly stiffened, his feet were frozen to the ground. The cold air had also sealed the upper body, and the part below his neck was frozen into ice. If Mo Wentian did not stop, he would probably turn into a human-shaped ice sculpture.

Mo Wentian immediately became angry and immediately activated Zhurong Bingyan lurking in his dantian. He opened his mouth and sucked it slightly. The cold air around him seemed to have found a catharsis port, and frantically poured into his mouth, as if there was a source of coldness there, which could absorb any cold air in the world. The ice on his body immediately broke under his feet, turned into powder and melted into all.

The old man in black robe said "Huh", as if he was a little surprised by Mo Wentian's method. He could even absorb the cold air of his natal life that he had practiced for hundreds of years. Just as he was about to take action again, an old voice suddenly appeared in the hall: "My true lords, let you wait here for a long time!"

As the sound rang out, an old man in gray-shirted hair walked in front of the hall, with a pair of very divine eyes looking around through the mask, and coughed lightly and said, "Fellow Taoists, this Yingui Mountain trade fair will be hosted by me."

"Later stage of the Golden Pill!" Mo Wentian felt awe-inspiring. He just glanced at him and felt the mighty spiritual pressure on the old man in gray clothes, as if he was not below the True Lord of Middle-earth that day.

The old man in black robe seemed to be extremely concerned about this person. Since the old man in gray robe appeared, he has never taken action again, just closed his eyes and calmed down.

The old man in gray clothes continued, "Fellow Taoists, this time the black market transaction in Yingui Mountain is the same as ten years ago. We will first take out some treasures for auction. The old rules will be higher and the price will be higher. Then you can exchange them freely. You can take out the treasures you intend to sell and specify what you need to exchange."

Speaking of this, he looked around and said with a smile: "Now start auctioning the first item."

As soon as he finished speaking, a charming female disciple came up, holding a long jade plate in his hand, covered with a layer of black cloth, but he didn't know what treasure was placed inside?

The old man in gray clothes stepped forward, uncovered the black cloth, and exposed the items contained inside.

Everyone looked around and saw a big knife lying quietly on the jade plate with red cotton cloth. The blade edge was extremely narrow, the spine was very thick, and the entire knife surface emitted a cold light. Mo Wentian just looked at it, and his eyes were so painful that it was so cold that it was so cold that it was faintly painful. If the Foundation Establishment Cultivator looked at it, his eyes might be frozen immediately.

The old man in gray shirt smiled and said, "Lengyue Lone Star Knife, a masterpiece of magic weapon, cast by ice meteorite, contains endless cold air, just like the Lengyue Lock Ridge, extremely majestic. The starting price of three million low-grade spirit stones, the price increase shall not be less than 100,000 low-grade spirit stones each time."

"Awesome magic weapon?" Hearing the introduction of the old man in gray, several Jindan True Lords were immediately moved. Three million low-grade spirit stones were considered cheap, so we should strive for it.

"Three million and two million low-grade spirit stones!"

"Three million and five million low-grade spirit stones!"

"Three million and seven million low-grade spirit stones!"

“…”

Six or seven Jindan Zhenjun bidding one after another, and soon pushed the price to 4.5 million low-grade spirit stones. Mo Wentian originally had some actions and was preparing to buy it and give it to Yu Gu Aoxue, which was just perfect for her ice-attribute exercises. However, when she saw such a high price, she simply stopped thinking about it. First, Gu Aoxue had no pills and could not exert the power of a superb magic weapon; second, although he had accumulated a lot of spirit stones, he had not yet squandered it at will. At present, the first task was to purchase a few spiritual medicines to refine Jindan.

The best magic weapon bid for 4.5 million low-grade spirit stones was already high, so naturally no one followed the price. Just as the old man in gray shirt was about to announce the deal, a cold and hoarse voice said: "Don't worry, I'm bidding for 5 million low-grade spirit stones!"

Mo Wentian turned his head and saw that the old man in black robe made a sound. This man was indeed rich and powerful. He actually directly increased the price by 500,000 low-grade spirit stones. It was obviously a must for this Lengyue Guxing Sword. For the best magic weapon, 500 low-grade spirit stones were already worth the money, but the old man in black robe practiced the cold ice and frozen gas, this knife was extremely needed for him.

But Mo Wentian was attacked by the old man in black for no reason, how could he make him so cheap? He immediately said coldly: "Five million and one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

"Five and 300,000 low-grade spirit stones!" The old man in black robe raised his eyelids, as if he was quite surprised.

"Five and four million low-grade spirit stones!" Mo Wentian smiled, and his tone seemed a little proud.

"You..." The old man in black robe was very angry. Only then did he realize that Mo Wentian was trying to make trouble, but he was unable to do so in public. He had to grit his teeth and bid, "Six million low-grade spirit stones!"

The old man in black robe immediately increased the price to six million yuan, just to make Mo Wentian retreat. If he insisted on making trouble, he would not continue to bid for this item. After all, although the Leng Yue Lone Star Sword is a rare treasure, it is not worth being a sucker for it.

"Six million low-grade spirit stones! Is there anyone else bid?" The old man in gray clothes repeated three times. After seeing no one answered, he announced: "Six million low-grade spirit stones will be sold!"

Although the old man in black robe was successful in the auction, he seemed not happy. He glanced at Mo Wentian and his eyes hidden in the mask were filled with a vicious look.

After the transaction was successful, the old man in gray-shirt presided over the auction of several items, including a huge third-grade spirit stone ore vein, two secret books of magical powers and magic, several sixth-level spiritual pills with wonderful effects, etc., but Mo Wentian was useless in his uselessness and kept sitting quietly below, watching everyone bid for the auction.

The old man in gray clothes asked the maid to bring up a jade plate, uncover the brocade covered on it, and four spiritual medicines were placed quietly on it, a flower that was as black as a pupil, emitted a dark and cold light; a leaf that looked like gold casting, emitting dazzling light; a green vine that seemed to be creeping in a green snake, still twisting; a grass that seemed to be about to soar into the sky.

All the people sitting there are Jindan Zhenjun, so they naturally recognize this thing. It is the sixth-level peerless elixir of the four kinds of Xuanhuang in the world. The four main medicines for making golden elixirs are the roots of Fudi vine, the stems of Tongtian grass, the leaves of golden fruits, and the flowers of Xuan iron trees.

The old man in gray-shirt glanced across the audience and said slowly: "Fellow Taoists, I believe that the four spiritual medicines in the world, the world, the world, must be understood. There is no need to say more. Don't miss those who need it. The four spiritual medicines are priced at a low price of 5 million low-grade spiritual stones. Each price increase must not be less than 200,000 yuan. Those with the higher price will be awarded, and the auction will begin!"

Compared with the items previously auctioned, the auction of these four spiritual medicines was a cold spot. Although the four spiritual medicines in the world are extremely rare, they have no effect on the Jindan Zhenjun, and they have no need to buy them. Moreover, even if they buy the four spiritual medicines in the world, they have to refine them into golden elixirs before they can do so. Don’t say that the traces of the sixth-level alchemist are hard to find. Even if some alchemists are willing to refine them, the extremely low alchemist rate makes people stop.

If these four spiritual medicines were placed outside the cave, they would probably be extremely popular to grab the price. There are many foundation-building monks who broke the pills for the purpose of forming pills. However, the Jindan True Lord was a little interested. If they were to be given to the younger generation, this thing would be a little too expensive. Even the rich Jindan monk would not be willing to spend a lot of money to buy these four spiritual medicines.

Seeing that everyone was unwilling to bid, Mo Wentian was secretly happy and said, "Five and two million low-grade spirit stones!"

After a long time, no one spoke, and it was obvious that the Jindan Zhenjun present was interested.

When Mo Wentian thought that the four spiritual medicines had been successfully taken down, the old man in black robe next to him laughed sinisterly and said coldly: "Five and four million low-grade spiritual stones!"

Mo Wentian frowned immediately. How could he not know that this person did it on purpose? He was put on a trick just now, and now he immediately retaliated for a tooth, obviously trying to make things worse.

"Five million and eighty million low-grade spirit stones!"

Mo Wentian is determined to win these four spiritual medicines. Unless the price is raised to an unacceptable level, they will not give up.

Hearing Mo Wentian raises the price, the old man in black robe speaks again and says in a dark voice: "Six million low-grade spirit stones!"

Mo Wentian raised his eyebrows slightly. Although the golden elixir was a priceless treasure, it was valuable in the cultivation market, but it was enough to stop the ordinary Jindan Zhenjun. It was mainly because it was quite difficult to refine the elixir. He was a sixth-level alchemist, and the sect had a level four-level alchemy room. The risk of alchemy has been reduced a lot. These four main medicines are more inevitable than others.

Speaking of this thought, Mo Wentian immediately said in a deep voice: "Seven million low-grade spirit stones!"
Chapter completed!