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Chapter 25 Jiang Lin's spiritual vision! [Please read! Please vote! ]

The bidding for the third-grade pill formula was also very fierce, but in the end it was bought calmly by a mysterious middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat.

After the auction ended, Jiang Lin and others said goodbye to Xiao Yan and Xiao Xun'er, and found the staff backstage at the Temir Auction.

Ya Fei received them and said with a smile: "Two distinguished guests, after deducting the fee, the total amount is 17,000 gold coins. Please keep it."

Jiang Lin took the wooden box containing the magic core fossil, and Mr. Yao took the gold card handed over by Yafei.

Mr. Yao suddenly asked, "Ms. Yafei, does your family have any rings for sale?"

Storage ring? Jiang Lin, who was holding the wooden box, brightened up when he heard this. He had been coveting this kind of space secret treasure for a long time. Unfortunately, his mother did not leave him any related items, and Jiang Lin’s current strength was not enough to touch the storage ring.

Upon hearing this, Ya Fei smiled and said, "Mr. Yao, you have asked the right person. Sometimes there are news about the auction of storage rings at the Imperial Capital Auction, but the number is very rare and the price is very expensive. The cheapest storage ring with only one cubic meter of storage capacity also starts at 100,000. Moreover, most of the time, the transaction method is barter."

Ya Fei's words indicated that the Temir family had a few channels for purchasing rings, but the quantity was very small and the price was very expensive.

Logically speaking, a special space fighting device like the Na Ring, which is at least at the Xuan level, is not accessible to low-level Dou Qi cultivators. Those who can equip themselves with a Na Ring are generally at the Dou Wang realm. Those who are luckier can obtain a Na Ring at the Dou Ling realm.

However, just as a slightly higher-level fighting weapon is generally more valuable than a pill of the same level, a large part of the value of a ring is that a ring can be passed down for dozens or hundreds of years, which gives the low-level fighting spirit cultivators the opportunity to own a ring. Although the speed of refining a ring by a Xuan-level weapon refiner is very slow, the shelf life of a ring is too long, resulting in the fact that as time goes by, the ring that belongs exclusively to high-level fighting spirit masters will slowly flow into the hands of fighting masters and fighting spirits.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you Miss Yafei for clearing up my doubts." Upon hearing this, Mr. Yao nodded slightly to Yafei, then took Jiang Lin out of the Temir Auction House and walked towards the inn where they were staying.

When they left the auction house, someone secretly cast his eyes on the wooden box in Jiang Lin's hand, but in the end no murder or robbery occurred.

Because Mr. Yao and the other two did not cover their faces, everyone else knew what they were auctioning, a magic core fossil. This kind of thing is useless to most people. Even if someone snatches it, they can only put it at home as a decoration or put it back on the market. Moreover, Mr. Yao's aura is at least that of a great fighter. For a magic core fossil worth 10,000 gold coins that ordinary people cannot use, taking the risk of ambush a great fighter whose strength is hard to see through, this is not a cost-effective deal no matter how you think about it.

Of course, if it is something like elixir that melts in your mouth, then someone is bound to take the risk.

"When you are out, if you have the ability and want to do small things, then just be straightforward and it will save you a lot of trouble. If you don't have the ability but want to do big things, try to hide yourself and don't show off, and you can still live well." Mr. Yao naturally noticed the gazes of others, so on the way back to the inn, he taught Jiang Lin his experience of saving his life while traveling in the world.

"I understand, Mr. Yao." Jiang Lin nodded to show that he understood.

After returning to the inn, Jiang Lin took out the magic core fossil and examined it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what it was. This fossil crystal, which was shining with blue light like stars under the light, was a ball of light blue flame in Jiang Lin's spiritual perception.

Jiang Lin's spiritual perception has always been very terrifying. Within a range of three meters, he can see the color and strength of other people's fighting spirit, and can also see the energy changes of various materials in high-temperature flames. And three meters away, he can also vaguely perceive some special and different things, but the farther the distance, the lower the effect of his spiritual perception. Generally, ten meters away, he is lost in the crowd. However, Jiang Lin also found that his spiritual perception range is also growing little by little. Although it is very slow, there is still a little hope, isn't it?

For example, when he glanced at Xiao Xun'er from a distance before, Jiang Lin felt that this girl was of a different color from the people around her.

The second time they met, Xiao Xun'er gave Jiang Lin the feeling of a flaming lotus with a faint golden glow. And the genius fighter Xiao Yan, who was very close to Xiao Xun'er, was a small grayish red flame, stronger than the others, but seemed a little dim next to Xiao Xun'er.

"The ring on Xiao Yan's hand gives me an extremely cold feeling. I finally got out of here, but why is there so much trouble in this small Wutan City?"

Seeing that he couldn't see anything from the magic core fossil in a short time, Jiang Lin in the guest room gave up wasting time, packed up the magic core fossil, and placed it next to Mr. Yao who was meditating on the wooden bed not far away.

For safety reasons, Jiang Lin lives with Mr. Yao.

Afterwards, Jiang Lin took out the piece of rusty iron that he had found at the market during the day.

"This rusty iron sheet gives me a very special feeling. It has no color, no light, and feels like a colorless and invisible thing."

Jiang Lin held the rusty iron sheet under the light and looked at it, but after looking at it for a long time he could not come up with any result.

Mr. Yao, who was lying on the wooden bed, turned his head to look at Jiang Lin, who was staring at the rusty iron sheet like a fool for a long time beside the wooden table. He was speechless in his heart: "Don't mess around. Take a rest. We will go back tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Jiang Lin rubbed his eyes, then put away the iron sheet and lay down next to Mr. Yao.

But just when Jiang Lin was about to go to bed, he suddenly thought of something, and then took out a piece of rusty iron from his pocket and put it on his forehead, but apart from feeling a little itchy, it had no effect at all.

"Is it effective?" Mr. Yao asked.

".No." Jiang Lin said weakly.

".Go to sleep." Mr. Yao waved his hand, and the fighting spirit left his body, extinguishing the candle, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

In the darkness, Jiang Lin felt a deep sleepiness. He didn't even remove the iron plate on his forehead and fell asleep unknowingly.

In the dark night, Mr. Yao curiously looked at Jiang Lin who fell asleep as soon as he turned over, and thought to himself: That's the good thing about young people, they fall asleep as soon as they lie down.

Then I didn’t think about anything else, just meditated silently, using meditation instead of sleep.

Normal Dou Qi techniques can use meditation to replace sleep, but Jiang Lin's Fire Forging Technique cannot. Considering that the Fire Forging Technique can be practiced by Dou Qi apprentices, it seems reasonable.

The next morning, when Jiang Lin opened his eyes with an inflamed forehead, his eyes were full of clarity and stupidity.

(End of this chapter)