Song Ling took out his Qiankun bag and took out ten weapons. He placed them one by one in front of his palm.
The traces of the owner on the weapon have been erased by Song Ling. Even if the young master of Penglai Pavilion came over, he would not be able to tell the slightest clue.
He carefully picked up the first item - the Eight Treasures Golden Hammer, and then shined a long cylindrical yellow lamp on it. As soon as his eyes came closer, it emitted a faint blue light.
After a brief moment of determination, Zhang Yan glanced at Sanhua, took the pen dipped in red ink from Sanhua's hand, and wrote a number on the alder-colored flower paper on the right side.
Three spiritual stones.
Still inferior.
Song Ling sighed, guessing this was the ending.
"Sir, you still have nine pieces, don't be discouraged." Sanhua saw Song Ling sighing and hurriedly complimented: "Besides...how many monks worked hard to bring the treasures over, and it's only one spiritual stone.
, most of them can only be exchanged for gold and silver, so you are already considered quite powerful."
"Sanhua is right." Zhang Yan agreed.
The next nine spiritual weapons were sold for a total of twenty spiritual stones.
Song Ling held the list with twenty-three spiritual stones on it, followed Sanhua, and sat in the trading hall on the second floor of the auction hall.
Just in time for the auction of a piece of Wushan clothing.
In order to take a picture of this thing, two Changshan Dao disciples actually fought over it in front of outsiders.
"Liu Wei, this thing belongs to me. If you continue to be ignorant, I will beat you up when you get out of here!"
"Wang Yu! How dare you! I am not a vegetarian. If you dare to take action, I will teach you how to behave!"
Seeing that the price hikes were becoming more and more severe, both parties tried to use words to scare the other party away.
"You two, the bidding has reached thirty spiritual stones. If Immortal Wang doesn't add more, this Wushan Yi will belong to Immortal Liu." The graceful director of the auction hall leaned on the table with one hand, looked around with a smile, and said:
"Of course, both of you are immortals of Chang Shan Dao, and they both want to make the same beauty smile. The little lady suggests that you two discuss it in private. There is no need to hurt your harmony."
After all, the auction hall is backed by Changshan Road.
Therefore, if you see Chang Shan Dao disciples making a fuss over the auction, you must not just sit back and watch from the other side, but go and try to persuade them.
Liu Wei and Wang Yu refused to give in to anyone, and another person called up a spiritual stone.
A Penglai Pavilion monk who was watching the fun covered his mouth and laughed. He looked at his companions and said, "Isn't it the birthday of the eldest lady of Chang Shan Dao? Now that the old sect leader is seriously ill, everyone wants to celebrate this eldest lady's birthday."
I have a long face in front of me, so I hope that the eldest lady will take over."
Others followed suit and started talking.
Song Ling was sitting among this group of people. She didn't want to get involved at first, but Liu Wei and Wang Yu rolled their eyes and resented Song Ling.
"Listen, sir! You guys are on the territory of Changshan Road and you dare to talk about the eldest lady. Be careful of me cutting you off!" Wang Yu said, raising his hand to make a gesture.
"I don't dare." The monks from Penglai Pavilion waved their hands quickly.
But then again, Wang Yu and Liu Wei have been unable to tell the difference, and they are about to add forty spiritual stones, which is far more than the value of a Wushan Yi.
To put it bluntly, Wushan clothing is just a more beautiful outer garment. When worn, a radiant light will fall on the body, nourishing one's aura and making one more beautiful.
"I want it."
There was a sound from behind.
Everyone looked back and saw a woman with her face covered standing up with her hands raised.
Song Ling, who was in the crowd, covered her face and closed her eyes helplessly.
The person who stood up at this moment was none other than Chu Linglong, who should be staying at the inn safely.
"Fifty spiritual stones."
Overwhelming price.
Of course, Chu Linglong heard that these two people wanted to buy Chu Jibai a birthday gift, so she came here specially.
"You are deliberately looking for trouble, aren't you?" Liu Wei slapped the table and stood up, with a cold look in his eyes, and shouted: "Can you afford to pay back the fifty fucking spiritual stones?"
"Since you dare to raise the price, you can afford it." Chu Linglong flicked her sleeves and shook out a bag embroidered with gold thread and threw it to the woman on the stage. She said expressionlessly: "Fifty middle-grade spiritual stones, as if
There are still people who want to join, I will accompany them."
Even with her changed voice and face, Chu Linglong is not afraid of being recognized.
No one has trouble with money.
The manager of the auction hall rolled his eyes, waved to Chu Linglong with a smile, and personally delivered Wu Shanyi to Chu Linglong.
Unexpectedly, after handing over the spirit stone, Chu Linglong took out a fire certificate from her pocket, flicked it, and then threw it on the wooden plate of Wu Shanyi.
The fire started immediately.
The Wushan Yi, which was not fireproof, soon turned into a pile of ashes.
"you!"
"Asshole!"
"Oh my god, why did she burn Wu Shanyi? Isn't this a slap in Chang Shandao's face?"
For a while, everything was possible.
Song Ling had a headache, so she quickly stood up, took Chu Linglong and walked out.
Sanhua followed behind.
The waiters like them were paid based on how many customers they had on hand and how much the customers spent, so when they saw Song Ling getting up, they quickly followed her.
"Guest, what do you want to do? I can do it for you."
"Guest, do you want anything on the list?"
Sanhua asked one sentence after another.
"Help me look at the auction, I want everything on the list." Song Ling took out the bag of spirit stones and flicked it with his hand, then pulled Chu Linglong and ran outside the auction hall, and warned seriously: "What on earth do you want to do? What if?
It’s just for temporary arousal, then you can continue to take pictures and vent your anger against the Chang Shandao people, and I won’t accompany you.”
Even if Chu Linglong changes her appearance now, who can guarantee that Ling Feiyan and Chu Linglong won't notice anything?
Song Ling didn't want to cause trouble.
Chu Linglong seemed not to have expected that Song Ling would be so angry. She was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips and muttered, "I just got hot-headed. I won't do it next time. I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully."
This was the first time Song Ling saw Chu Linglong being so humble.
"You have to understand that even if we collect materials quickly, it will still take forty-nine days to condense Tu Wen's body. If something happens before then, I won't care about you. I can just clap my hands and leave directly.
"Song Ling raised her chin slightly and said with squinted eyes.
In fact, it was impossible for Song Ling to really ignore Chu Linglong.
But before trouble happened, Song Ling still wanted to avoid it as much as possible.
"Yes, I understand." Chu Linglong reached out and fished out of her sleeve robe, and actually fished out a crimson-colored baggage. She lowered her eyes and said, "I will return the Wushan Yi to them right now, so that this matter can be done as soon as possible.
…”
"Huh? You didn't burn it?" Song Ling took the baggage with some surprise.
Chu Linglong smiled and said: "I just wanted to show my quickness...I bought this with my own money, how could it be really burned? I just used some small tricks."