Chapter 90 Mingyang Auction

After handing over the spirit stones, Gu Changhuan was not in a hurry to return to the courtyard to practice the secret technique "Blood Induction and Burning".

Because the practice of the secret technique "Blood Induction and Burning" cannot be interrupted and needs to be completed in one go. There is only one month left before the Mingyang Auction. Gu Changhuan is not sure that he can complete the practice of "Blood Induction and Burning" in such a short time. Since the blood essence of the red-bearded tiger is already in hand, there is no need to rush to practice the secret technique.

He has only visited the Sanyang Market Square for less than half of the time, and he has already gained something, which makes Gu Changhuan look forward to the next stall even more.

Before the curfew, Gu Changhuan finally returned to the house where he settled.

Although he looked a little tired, he could see that he was happy in his eyes and eyebrows.

He really gained a lot today: not only did he buy a bottle of blood essence of a third-level low-grade monster, but he also bought a pill recipe that the Gu family did not have and two third-level spiritual medicine seeds.

Before returning, he had already inquired about the specific start time of the Mingyang Auction, which was on the sixth day of next month.

Before that, he had to find a way to earn a batch of spiritual stones. In order to avoid regrets when he encountered suitable spiritual objects at the Mingyang auction due to his lack of money.

Gu Changhuan entered the courtyard and his expression calmed down.

Hedong Taoist had not shown up in the past few days, and Gu Changhuan didn't know whether he was in the courtyard at this time. Living in the same yard with an unfamiliar Purple Mansion cultivator always felt constrained.

However, no matter where he was, he was used to setting up an extra formation in the house where he lived. Although he didn't know whether the second-level formation could block the prying of the Purple Mansion master, it at least made him feel much more at ease.

He returned to his room, thought for a while, and then began to regulate his breathing and meditate.

The next day, Gu Changhuan went out early in the morning.

He came to an inn and rented an upper room. After changing his appearance in the room, he ran to several shops to sell a few small jars of black-tailed spiritual bees. Finally, he changed his appearance into an old man with chicken skin, white hair, and a hunched body to set up a stall to sell spiritual wine in the Sanxiu Square. M.

After all this trouble, Gu Changhuan's storage bag was finally full again.

So, before the auction started, Gu Changhuan did not make any moves, but just stayed in his room to practice.

Finally, the day of the Mingyang Auction came. Three of the four foundation-building period people in the courtyard left, but Bai Qingqing remained silent. I wonder if she was too proud of the many magic weapons and spiritual objects to participate in this auction.

The owner of the Mingyang Auction was naturally the Shaoyang Sect. The auction was held in the Sanyang Auction House, the largest building in the center of Sanyang Market. This is where the Shaoyang Sect holds auctions.

You can participate in this auction by paying an entrance fee of 50 low-grade spirit stones.

The auction house also prepared a uniform mask for them that could block other people's spiritual detection. Even those in the late stage of foundation-building could not see through it. It can be said that it was very thoughtful.

Gu Changhuan paid the entrance fee and received the mask. After entering the venue, he found a corner and sat down casually. He began to look at the people around him and the layout of the auction house without making a sound.

There were six cultivators around him, all of whom were at the foundation-building stage, judging from their spiritual sense fluctuations. Judging from their figures, there was one female cultivator, three male cultivators, and two people wearing black robes and bamboo hats whose genders and ages could not be determined.

One of the people wearing bamboo hats seemed to have noticed Gu Changhuan's scrutiny. When the cultivator turned his head, his spiritual sense swept over Gu Changhuan, but was unceremoniously deflected by Gu Changhuan.

The person wearing bamboo hats suffered a small loss and seemed to groan. He paused and turned his head away, without making any other excessive moves.

The entire auction venue was fan-shaped, which could accommodate more than 3,000 people to participate in the auction at the same time. The auction table was opposite them, and someone was already preparing it.

The lowest cultivator who came to participate in the auction was the foundation-building stage. In less than two quarters of an hour after Gu Changhuan sat down, the entire venue was almost full, which means that there were at least more than 3,000 foundation-building cultivators in the entire Sanyangfang City.

Most of the people who came to participate in the auction were independent cultivators, probably for the quota of Senheng Secret Realm. Nearly 3,000 people competed for 15 quotas. I think the bidding will be very fierce.

Gu Changhuan was thinking, and suddenly an old voice came over. The voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.

"Fellow Daoists, be quiet."

The old voice seemed to have a kind of magic, and the auction hall, which was noisy just now, suddenly became quiet.

Gu Changhuan looked up and saw an old man with white hair and a youthful face standing on the auction table. The old man's eyes were like torches, and the aura around him was unfathomable. He had at least the cultivation level of the Purple Mansion Stage.

"I am Hua Teng, the old man, and I am honored to be the shopkeeper of Sanyang Auction House. For this Mingyang Auction, we have prepared a total of 370 second-level spiritual objects and 31 third-level spiritual objects. The quota for entering the Senheng Secret Realm, which is of most concern to all the casual cultivators, will be auctioned as the finale. Finally, I wish all the Taoists can return home with a full load from our auction house."

After Hua Teng finished speaking, he walked down the auction platform. It seems that the person who presided over the Mingyang Auction was not him. It makes sense. As a Jindan-stage master, how could Hua Teng preside over an auction for the foundation-building stage?

The auction that can be presided over by a Jindan-stage cultivator should be the Sun Auction for the Zifu Stage or the Shaoyang Auction for the Jindan Stage or even the Yuanying Stage.

After Master Hua Teng stepped down from the stage, a woman in red palace dress with a graceful figure and good looks stepped onto the auction stage. It seemed that she was the one who hosted the Mingyang auction.

"I am Qingyao, the young lady, who will host this auction. Some of you are attending the Mingyang Auction for the first time, and you may not know the rules of our Mingyang Auction.

At the Mingyang Auction, all second-level spiritual objects must not be bid less than 200 low-grade spiritual stones each time, and third-level spiritual objects must not be bid less than 500 low-grade spiritual stones each time.

All goods are settled with low-grade spiritual stones. If any of you settle with medium-grade or high-grade spiritual stones, our Sanyang Auction House will charge 1% or 5% less spiritual stones.

If any of you do not have enough spiritual stones and want to use other spiritual objects as collateral, our Sanyang Auction House will purchase the spiritual object at 90% of the market price of the spiritual object.

Without further ado, the auction officially begins! The first spiritual object is a second-level high-grade Lei Xiao Fu! The reserve price is 1,800 spiritual stones!"

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Bai Qingqing looked at the magic weapon in the display case pitifully, and felt even more wronged when her slender white hand touched her storage bag.

"Fellow Daoists, can you give Qingqing a power generator for love? Qingqing wants to buy a magic weapon~"