Refining medicine can't save Doupo!

Chapter 22 Xun'er (peeks out): We meet again! [See you!]

Under the somewhat excited gaze of Master Gunni, Mr. Yao told the Temir Chamber of Commerce about the carriage where the remaining nine yellow-grade low-level fighting weapons were stored, and left the Temir Auction House with four black cards and five purple cards.

Mr. Yao, who had some money now, took Jiang Lin to visit the market in Wutan City again, to see if there were any herbs, magic cores or materials that he liked.

Mr. Yao stopped at a stall, picked up a bloody magic core from a pile of rusty iron sheets on the stall, and then bargained with the stall owner. At this time, Jiang Lin just took a curious look at a piece of iron on the stall. Mr. Yao didn't even think about it and said to the stall owner, "This first-level magic core is 550 yuan, but you have to give me some materials as compensation."

The stall owner smiled and said, "You speak first."

Mr. Yao took a look at the stall owner's tattered antiques and pointed out a few expensive ones. The stall owner quickly shook his head.

Seeing that Mr. Yao was a little impatient, the stall owner said with a smile: "Judging from your clothes, you must be a wealthy family. Why are you embarrassing me here? You have a very good eye. You have set your eyes on the few treasures on my stall. How can this be allowed? Can you please be kind and take these small items?"

Mr. Yao picked up two or three pieces of rusty iron with an impatient look on his face. He was about to ask what they were: "Are you going to fool me with this?"

The stall owner smiled and said, "Boss, this is an antique, an antique, understand? What if the price goes up someday?"

If it was any other kid, the stall owner would have been angry by now. After all, he was a three-star fighter. But facing Mr. Yao, he still felt a little scared. His intuition from years of being in the underworld told him that the person in front of him was much more powerful than him.

Mr. Yao glanced at the stall owner calmly, then picked up a few more pieces of iron and said, "Then tell me, when will this antique appreciate in value?"

"Mr. Yao, the auction is about to start." Jiang Lin reminded at the right time.

Mr. Yao looked at the iron piece in his hand, then grabbed a few more pieces, threw a bag of gold coins to the stall owner, and turned and left as the stall owner's face twitched slightly.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you."

After Mr. Yao and the other man left, the stall owner, with a normal expression, took out a handful of iron sheets from the cloth bag on his back and placed them back in their original place.

On the other side, Mr. Yao, who was walking towards the Temir Auction House, looked at a rusty piece of iron in his hand, then handed it to Jiang Lin and said, "Can't you see any difference?"

Jiang Lin was a little embarrassed by this: "Mr. Yao, do you trust my intuition so much? You act like you trust myself more than I do."

He just felt that the color of the iron piece was a little different, that was all, and then Mr. Yao took it directly.

"I don't have anything to teach you, but I hope you learn to trust your intuition." Mr. Yao shook his head, his tone gloomy.

"Let's talk about other things when we return to Qingshan Town." Although Mr. Yao's spiritual perception is not as strong as Jiang Lin's, he is very experienced.

"Okay." Jiang Lin looked at the piece of iron in his hand, but couldn't figure out what it was, so he gave up.

After hearing what Mr. Yao said, Jiang Lin couldn't help but think of his mother in his memory.

The fact that Mr. Yao trusted his intuition more than Jiang Lin himself could only mean that Mr. Yao had seen this kind of thing before.

Or in other words, super spiritual perception is a gift of people like Jiang Lin?
Just like that, Jiang Lin followed Mr. Yao with his thoughts to the crowded Temir Auction House, where the formal auction was held once every two weeks.

The auction house specially prepared masks and black cloaks for everyone participating in the auction.

"For safety reasons, we will prepare masks and cloaks for lone travelers. If you two have concerns about your identities, the auction house has no objection to you covering your faces." The staff explained to them.

Mr. Yao and Jiang Lin looked at each other. Jiang Lin shrugged and said helplessly: "Is it necessary for us to be targeted?" Mr. Yao smiled. They really had no concerns in this regard, so they declined the staff's kindness and went straight into the extremely spacious curved auction hall inside.

There were people hiding their heads and showing their tails in the auction hall, but more people appeared confidently.

Mr. Yao took Jiang Lin to a central step with few people, then sat down and waited quietly for the auction to begin.

There are private rooms in the Temir Auction House, but one needs to have a certain level of financial strength to use them. Mr. Yao can choose one, but they are not afraid of seeing people, and Mr. Yao’s main purpose is to bring Jiang Lin out to see the world. What’s the point of hiding in a small room?

It's like you agreed to go on a long trip, but then you played games in the hotel for a few days? What kind of talk is that?

After waiting for about ten minutes, there was a bang, and the interior of the auction hall suddenly went dark. Then several lights appeared, illuminating the platform in front of the audience. In the center of the platform, a graceful cheongsam beauty appeared.

"Welcome all friends to the auction house of the Temir family. I am Yafei, the host of this auction." The still somewhat immature Yafei stood on the high platform, accepting all kinds of ambiguous gazes in front of her. She suppressed the nervousness in her heart and said gracefully.

"We received a temporary notice today that this auction may have unexpected surprises for everyone~" Yafei's voice is like a kitten gently scratching your heart, making you feel itchy.

"Now, let's welcome the first auction item: the magic core of the third-level wind-type magic beast Qingfeng Eagle."

As an auction held every two weeks, the quality of the items is naturally much higher.

"Are you interested?" Mr. Yao asked.

Jiang Lin shook his head: "That's not necessary."

Then the two of them watched quietly as others made their bids.

"The second auction item: the intermediate yellow-level wood-type martial arts technique, Changchun Gong!"

"Seven thousand!"

"Eight thousand!"

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Seeing this technique, Jiang Lin's eyes couldn't help but be a little distracted. Normally, before becoming a fighter, one cannot practice fighting qi techniques, but he can practice the Fire Forging Technique. No, it should be said that the Fire Forging Technique can be practiced in the Fighting Qi stage, laying a foundation for people!

In this case, the intermediate yellow-grade fire-forging technique does not seem to be as simple as Mr. Yao said. The grade is not high, but what if this grade is just suitable for Dou Qi beginners to lay the foundation?
"Go back and ask about this matter. How much stuff did your mother leave for Mr. Yao?" Just when Jiang Lin was distracted, a voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts and brought his thoughts back to reality.

"Brother Xiao Yan, look, there's an empty seat over there!"

"It's okay! I was almost late, and this is only the second one? It's okay!"

Jiang Lin turned around and stared at Xiao Yan, who was sitting next to him.

Xiao Xun'er poked her head out from behind Xiao Yan and smiled adorably: "Huh? See you again!"

(End of this chapter)