Sorcerer

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After reading the auction brochure, Wu Maxi quickly decided to participate in the auction.

He carried a huge sum of money, but he never found a chance to spend it. He didn't even have time to buy urgently needed items such as curing fluid. embarrassment.

After sending Han Zhizong away, Wu Maxi sat in the inn for about half an hour, then changed clothes and went out, inquired about the situation of Huizhen Pavilion on the street until noon, returned to the inn after lunch, and studied quietly until late at night.

Early the next morning, Wu Maxi took a street car to the auction house in the northern part of Xiaman.

This is a majestic and simple building. The rough-polished stones have a blue color, and they are stacked very casually to form a castle-like hall. A huge plaque is placed on the top of the beast-like gate, which reads There are five simple and strong official characters: Miqing Auction Hall.In the upper left corner of the plaque, there is a fat and cute little flying dragon engraved, squinting at the pedestrians coming in and out.

This little dragon is the trademark of Miqing Trading Company, and it has a very cute name called Mengka.

This auction led by Huizhen Pavilion will have many merchants participating, and Miqing Trading Company is one of them.

In the side hall at the entrance, I checked the amount of gold coins I had with me, and received a set of mask cloaks to hide my identity.

In the world of realm cultivation, killing people and taking them is very common, so this kind of trick of hiding one's head and showing one's tail must be used in every auction, otherwise no one would dare to risk their lives to buy things.

Following the route guidance on the ticket, Wu Maxi found her seat.This seat can barely be regarded as a VIP seat. It is located on the left side of the auction hall, not far from the auction platform, but the angle is not very good.

At this time, there were still more than 20 minutes before the official start of the auction, and almost all the people who were supposed to arrive had arrived, chatting among each other, and gathering mosquitoes was already thunderous, not to mention such a large group of realm repairers and merchants, the entire auction hall was extremely noisy.

Sitting on Wumaxi's left was a fat man. The wide cloak was too weak to cover his extraordinary figure. His fat was profuse, like a black flesh-worm.

Even though he was dressed up in such an awkward appearance, it didn't affect Fatty's ability to communicate like a torrential rain at all. Sitting on his seat, he killed all directions, and Jingxiu, who was more than a dozen seats away from him, couldn't escape his verbal attack. sweep.

Wu Maxi, who was in the center of the storm, silenced herself like a tree, bearing the impact of her neighbor's words without changing.

A few minutes later, gorgeous and elegant music sounded from the background, and the lights on the auction stage gradually lit up along with the music, embellishing the auction stage magnificently.Dozens of beauties in costumes floated out from both sides of the auction stage like clouds, holding exquisite and gorgeous promotional cards. On them were some pictures and promotional texts of items that would appear in the auction. The pictures were beautiful and the texts were alluring. All the participants were overwhelmed by each piece of treasure.

"Jin Xuanyan, Burning Orchid, Zi Linrong,..."

One after another, rare pictures floated across the auction stage with the provocative steps of the girls, causing waves of ecstasy after waves.

The fat businessman sitting next to him stopped his verbal attacks, stared at the billboards that gradually drifted past, his eyes almost popped out, and murmured the signs on the billboards: "Twelve-winged green moth, twelve-winged Yes, how did you get it, Xuan's elite spiritual tool, Master Xuanlu's sword!" The fat man was startled, and slapped the armrests on both sides of the seat with a loud bang.

"Autumn punishment drink, Xingqi,..." Although Wumaxi's face was indifferent as usual, she couldn't help her heart agitating.

The music is gorgeous and joyful, the lights flash like rainbows, and the girls dance like butterflies.

After about ten minutes, the display of treasures finally came to an end, all the beauties dispersed like a cloud of smoke, and the lights gradually dimmed.

A beam of light suddenly shot out from the dome and shone on the stage, and an exquisite post ticket appeared on the stage immediately, on which it read: Jingman Flying Post's first voyage, departure point, barbarian ditch, arrival point, thorny triangle , time, February [-], [-], issued by Miqing Business Association.

Jingman Feiyi is finally about to open.

The noisy hall fell silent for an instant, and then bursts of even more noisy discussions broke out.

The Jingman Feiyi has been discussed for several years, but there has been a lot of thunder and rain, and now there is finally definite news of the maiden voyage.

Wu Maxi looked at the time on the first flight ticket, slumped on the seat, her face pale.

He seemed to be thrown away by the excitement around him in an instant, and suddenly became lonely and desolate.

"Jing Man Flying Station!"

The four words recited softly brought back painful memories and resentment from the bottom of his heart.

No matter how sad the turmoil in Xiqu City brought people, it could not stop Daxingdian and the Cha family from colluding.

Is this the so-called general trend?

Ruyi, Tailao, Juhansong, Gongliangchi, these names that are as heavy as mountains in his life are so insignificant in this general trend, they are forgotten as if they have never appeared in the world.

Wu Maxi, who was sitting withered, seemed to have been forgotten by this auction hall. The auction began unstoppably, and people competed for one rare treasure after another, setting off wave after wave of uproar.

"24 million once, 24 million twice..."

"30!" Wu Maxi yelled out a somewhat outrageous number in a hoarse voice, and seemed to feel better following the quotation in her heart.Perhaps only such unrestrained waste can vent the messy and crazy emotions in my heart.

The sound of quotations one after another was instantly killed by this number, and the hall fell silent.

"The gentleman on No. 86 bid 30 yuan. Is there any higher price? Once for 30 yuan, twice for 30 yuan, and three times for 30 yuan. Deal!" With a subtle smile, he said: "Then, this bottle of top-quality solidification potion——Jinxuanyan, has been taken into the bag by Mr. No. 86. Congratulations to this gentleman! Next, we will proceed to the auction of the next item, Burning Lan .”

There was a short commotion in the auction hall, and the gentle auctioneer smiled and said nothing, quietly waiting for the auction hall to quiet down.

After a while, the auction hall was quiet again, and the auctioneer slowly said: "Burning orchid is a kind of strange fire, born in the cold lake of the extreme north, using ice and snow as fuel, the flame is like orchid, and the color is azure. It is the best kind of fire for alchemy and utensil making. Before the age of 30, Master Xuanlu used burning orchids. Countless exquisite spiritual tools were formed under this orchid. The lowest price for burning orchids is 20 gold coins , each increase should not be less than [-] gold coins, below, please bid freely."

"50." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, stifling in the bud the shouts that were about to come one after another.

There was an eerie silence in the hall, as if a duck was suddenly strangled by its throat.

"Uh, it seems that Mr. 86 is bound to win. Is there a higher offer?" The auctioneer's voice was a little unprepared.The crowd below were obviously not prepared enough, they were all busy whispering.

This quotation is obviously on the high side, and it would be tasteless to add more.

The auctioneer waited for a while, and the voice rang again: "One time for 50, two times for 50, three times for 50. It's a deal! Then, this burning orchid was once again taken into the pocket of Mr. 86. Congratulations to this gentleman! !"

"Next, continue with the auction of the next item. Zi Linrong!" The auctioneer glanced at the bottom and said in a strange and slow tone: "In Mimengze 300 years ago, there was a very strange The artistic conception school is called the magic hand. The heirs of this school will have their left hand sawed off as soon as they are born, and then use Zi Linrong to cast a purple magic hand. Because the output of Zi Linrong is too small, there are not many successors of the magic hand, but Every descendant is an invincible figure across the continent, and what they rely on is this powerful purple demon hand."

"Of course, more than 300 years have passed, and the inheritance of the magic hand has long been lost. The value of Zilinrong cannot be compared with the past. However, as the best material for making prosthetic limbs, Zilinrong is still an extremely practical treasure. The prosthetic limb casted by it is almost indistinguishable from the real one. Zi Linrong's minimum offer is 25 gold coins, and each increase should not be less than [-] gold coins. Next, please bid freely."

"50!" It was the hoarse and crazy voice of No. 86 again.

"It seems that Mr. No. 86 is determined to win it!" The auctioneer was at a loss for words, "Is there any higher bid?"

"55." It was a voice with a sense of vicissitudes.

"Okay, there's a strong competitor, No. 140 Three." The auctioneer looked up at No. 140, a mask that looked the same, but the eyes behind the mask seemed to have a different flavor. It's like a desolate desert that has been extinct for thousands of years.

"100 million!"

"Uh, Mr. No. 86 is aggressive!" The auctioneer's tone was appropriately excited, and the atmosphere on the scene began to heat up, "Is there any higher bid, 100 million once, 100 million twice,... ..."

"120 million!"

"Okay, this gentleman from No. 140 Three bids 120 million gold coins. He is indeed a strong opponent." Although the auctioneer spoke passionately, with a professional eye, he obviously found that No. 140 No. 120 lacked stamina. , maybe after another round of bidding, this round of competition should come to an end, "[-] million once,..."

"150 million!"

"Okay, Mr. 86 is really strong..."

"160 million!"

"Okay, 140 number three..."

"200 million!"

"Okay, No. 86 bids 200 million, 200 million." The auctioneer spoke faster and faster, "200 million, what a murderous bid, it can be seen that Mr. 86 is really very powerful Murderous! Well, is there a higher offer? Is there? Is there?"

"Two million and fifty thousand!"

"250 million!"

"Okay! Hand in hand, No. 86 bids 250 million and temporarily leads." The auctioneer crazily fanned the flames with a cramp-like speech speed, "250 million, 250 million, ask if this is the highest price in the world? The one with the highest bid gets the treasure. At the peak On the throne, there is only one person who can look down on the sky and look down on all living beings, is there anyone who can surpass this peak? Is there? Is there?"

Silence, there is silence below.

Zi Linrong's quotation soared to 250 million almost in an instant, which has far exceeded Zi Linrong's real value, and if it surpasses it, it will be a head bag.

"Fucking two hundred and five!" Several Jingxiu who wanted to participate in the competition could only retreat angrily in front of this offer.

The auctioneer looked in the direction of No. 140 No. [-], and the gentleman who was originally sitting upright had now collapsed limply on the seat, with a bit of bewilderment and helplessness in his eyes.According to the auctioneer's professional vision, this person has completely lost his competitiveness.

"Two hundred and fifty one, two hundred and fifty two, two hundred and fifty three times, deal!" The auctioneer's hammer finally fell.

The fat man at No. 87 looked at Wu Maxi next to him, stretched out a thumb, and started talking loudly: "I saw that brother is not easy, the funds are strong, the spirit is even stronger, it is amazing, it is amazing. Are you Wei's third son?"

Wu Maxi shook her head and ignored him. The volcanic eruption just now made him a little bit attuned, and his empty heart felt a little better.

No. 87 will continue to entangle, but the auction of the next item has already started on the stage—Xing Yu.