Chapter 204 Star and Moon Map, the King takes action

The mysterious painting in front of me was something that Yu Wen Xin foresaw in his dream and belonged to him.

Unexpectedly, it really appeared at today's auction!

Yang Fan felt incredible. Although he was placed in the world of immortal cultivation, he still felt a little absurd.

After all, immortal cultivators are still humans, not real immortals.

The signs of dreams really happened in reality, and this is only found in some legends and allusions.

At this moment, Yuwen Xin was a little confused, happy, and surprised, and his bright eyes stared at the painting not far away, and his eyes became deeper and more mysterious.

"The price starts at 100 spirit stones, and start shooting now!"

The fat-faced monk said with a little excitement.

"One Hundred and Twenty Spirit Stones."

In a corner of the auction, an old man in his seventies holding a black crutch said in a hoarse voice.

His muddy eyes also looked at the mysterious painting in front of him, with some strange expressions, a little hesitant and not very decisive.

But he increased the price, and the others were still on the wait-and-see state and were not very interested for the moment.

"This is a picture of ordinary material, without any pattern on it."

An old man in the concentric period muttered and sneered.

"Xin'er, is this thing really what you saw in your dream?" King Yan asked in a low voice, as if he was a little doubtful.

"Yes, I hope my father can help Xin'er take a picture."

Yuwen Xin's bright eyes were like stars, with a few expectation, and even looked at the scroll with some nervousness, for fear that this thing would be taken away by someone else.

"Two hundred spirit stones."

Yuwen Lie was filled with a domineering voice, and he rang out at the auction, raising the sign in his hand.

King Yan was a famous figure in Kyoto. As soon as he spoke, everyone else recognized him.

"Yan Wang Yuwen Lie..."

"He is one of the best warriors in Kyoto. I heard that he is extremely powerful and even has the ability to kill powerful people in the Concentration Stage."

"The King of Yan is one of the spokespersons of the Yuwen family in the secular world today, and his status in the family is not low..."

The people below started to whisper.

"Two hundred and twenty spirit stones."

The hoarse voice came from the corner.

Everyone looked at who was competing with the King of Yan.

The person who spoke was an old man holding a black warrior, with wrinkles on his face and cloudy eyes, as if he couldn't even stand steadily.

"The aura on this person is very strange. He should be considered a cultivator in the concentrating stage..."

Yang Fan observed secretly.

"Two hundred and fifty spirit stones." King Yan glanced at the old man indifferently, as if he was a little angry.

"Two hundred and seventy."

The old man holding a black warrior still had hoarse voice and his eyes were turbid and dull, as if he had not seen the King of Yan.

"Three Hundred Spirit Stones!"

The King of Yan's voice increased, and a faint pressure rushed to the old man who was unknown.

At this moment, Yuwen Xin was very nervous, like a helpless little girl. She looked at Yang Fan and said with a little nervousness: "Brother Yang, what if you can't get this scroll?"

Yang Fan pondered: "Since there were signs in your dreams, then this thing should belong to you. If this thing really belongs to you, no one else can take it away."

When Yuwen Xin heard this, she calmed down a little.

"Three Hundred and Twenty!" The old man added twenty spirit stones every time.

"Four hundred spirit stones!" King Yan was really angry.

"Four hundred and twenty!" The old man would add twenty spirit stones every time, and he was calm.

"Yang Yaoshi, can you support it..."

The King of Yan suddenly turned his head and lowered his voice to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was a little surprised when he heard this.

But it is normal to think about it. King Yan is a secular warrior after all, and it is impossible for him to have many spirit stones.

"You lend me some spirit stones now, and I can exchange them for you at that time." King Yan said confidently.

"Haha, since this thing belongs to Miss Yuwen, let me take a picture of it."

Yang Fan smiled and raised the sign and said lightly:

"One Thousand Spirit Stones!"

From more than 400 spirit stones, they are added to one thousand at once!

Wow!

Everyone on the field was in an uproar and looked at Yang Fan one after another.

"It's him, the number one legendary pharmacist in Kyoto!"

Many monks recognized Yang Fan's identity.

"It's him again..."

In the VIP room where the Yang family in Kyoto is located, Yang Yu's cold eyes stared at Yang Fan like a poisonous snake.

"One Thousand Spirit Stones! Is there any higher one!"

The fat-faced monk's face was flushed and extremely excited. He was surprised that this seemingly most valuable painting could be sold at such a price.

One Thousand Spirit Stones!

The expression of the old man holding a black war in the corner finally changed. He looked at Yang Fan and seemed very hesitant.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth and a hoarse voice came again: "One thousand and twenty spirit stones."

He added twenty dollars, but this time his face was a little painful, and his face was not as calm as before.

"Brother Yang..." Yuwen Xin bit her red lips, looking like she wanted to speak but stopped.

The King of Yan was also a little surprised. He had already added a thousand spirit stones, but the old man was not planning to give up.

Yang Fan's eyes froze and said lightly:

"Two thousand spirit stones!"

Wow!

Everyone was amazed again.

It directly doubled the price.

The old man in the corner changed his expression and his eyes flashed. He looked at Yang Fan with a complicated look.

Finally, he sighed lightly, shook his head, and did not continue to take pictures.

"Are there any higher ones in two thousand spirit stones?"

The fat-faced monk was extremely ecstatic, it was really a sky-high price.

There was a silence on the field, and even the old man with unknown origin did not speak any more.

At this moment, Yuwen Xin almost held her breath, her heartbeat accelerated slightly, and her jade hand tightly pinched the corner of her skirt.

"Okay, this picture belongs to Dr. Yang."

The fat-faced monk whispered loudly.

Yang Fan smiled and ordered the monks who were responsible for serving to send the scroll over.

When the scroll was handed to Yang Fan, he also looked a little strange and found that the material of this object seemed to be very ordinary and the above was simple and uncommon.

At first glance, he really thought this thing was an ordinary thing.

However, this scroll is what Yuwen Xin foresaw from his dream, and may be secrets that may be related to the "Nine Sutra Mysterious Vein" and cannot be ignored.

"Xin'er, look at it."

Yang Fan handed the scroll to Yuwen Xin.

"Thank you Brother Yang." Yu Wen Xin was extremely happy and full of expectations, and carefully took the scroll.

When her little hand touched the scroll, her delicate body trembled slightly, and a faint starlight was smearing in her bright eyes, her eyes were confused, and then she showed complex expressions such as sadness, sadness, and helplessness.

At this moment, she seemed to have become a different person.

However, these emotions just flashed across her face.
To be continued...