darknovel Chapter 140 Auction
Chapter 140 Auction
Chapter 140 Auction
this day.
Liang Weisheng sat in the familiar corner of the teahouse, leaning on the back of the chair, listening to the storyteller's chatter not far away.
From time to time, different people would sit at his table, chat with him and then leave, or give him a bag of spirit stones.
While Liang Weisheng was busy, a red shadow appeared in front of him and sat down opposite him.
Liang Weisheng saw who was coming, and subconsciously sat up straight.
"Is there no one here?" Shangguan Tao asked with a smile, playing with the end of her hair.
"No, no one, you can sit wherever you want." Liang Weisheng cleared his throat, raised his hand to stop the passing Xiaoer, and asked him to put some snacks on the table.
This person sits here every day, and every time he sits with a pot of tea for a whole day, the little second promises, and he is very curious in his heart-what can make this iron cock pluck its hair?
Shangguan Tao glanced at this teahouse, seeming to be very curious about it: "You often stay here? Is there anything interesting?"
Liang Weisheng smiled with a hint of shyness: "It's just chatting with other tea drinkers, it's not very interesting-but the storytellers here are still of a certain level, so you can listen to it when you have nothing to do."
"Oh?" Shangguan Tao held his chin and looked in the direction of the storyteller.
The storyteller on the stage just happened to finish speaking, raised his hand to pick up a cup to moisten his throat, and said again: "Next, let's talk about the dark horse of this trial——Jiang Qiongxing."
"Huh? Are you talking about Qiong Xing?" Shangguan Tao became interested.
Liang Weisheng was staring at her face, and followed her without knowing what she said.
Speaking of Jiang Qiongxing?What can that girl say?
The storyteller didn't know that there was a friend of the person involved, and continued: "Everyone should know that this little girl just won the ring earlier, and her strength seems to be stronger than everyone imagined..."
Speaking of this, Liang Weisheng and a tea customer next to their table slapped his thigh: "I was there that day, and I made a wrong bet, hey, I'm so pissed off!"
The storyteller briefly talked about who Jiang Qiongxing was, and then changed the subject: "...But I advise you not to bet on her during the trial meeting."
Immediately someone asked: "Why?"
"Because..." The storyteller stretched out his voice and let it go, before he dropped a heavy bomb, "This Jiang Qiongxing turned out to be a miscellaneous spirit root! Tell me, how could Danyan Academy accept a miscellaneous spirit root as a disciple?"
"What? Miscellaneous spirit root?"
"Hey, I'm afraid I'm going to be eliminated in the first round."
"This miscellaneous spirit root can also be cultivated to the foundation stage?"
There was an explosion in the teahouse, and everyone commented on the heavy news, only Shangguan Tao and Liang Weisheng looked at each other seriously.
Not right.
Why did Shuojin suddenly start targeting Jiang Qiongxing?
Liang Weisheng, who had been wandering outside for several days, returned home.
As soon as he entered the small courtyard, he heard someone dancing a sword in the courtyard, and the sound of the wind was sharp, so he casually greeted: "Yo, are you practicing sword again?"
When Ji Cheyu practiced the sword, he was always focused on nothing else, and Liang Weisheng was also used to it. He walked towards his room without expecting to get a response after greeting him.
After walking a few steps, the wind suddenly picked up, and a bright sword blocked his eyes.
Liang Weisheng suddenly stopped and swallowed: "Brother... what are you?"
"Let's chat." Ji Cheyu's voice was pleasant, but his tone was cold.
According to Liang Weisheng's understanding of him, generally speaking, Ji Cheyu doesn't care much about his own affairs, and the reason why he can show this expression is probably related to Jiang Qiongxing.
Liang Weisheng blinked: "...you also heard the wind outside?"
……
When the dark tide was raging in Danyan Town, Jiang Qiongxing went to the auction with his small treasury without knowing it.
The Immortal Cultivator Bazaar is a magical place that is always lively.
Various auctions are held here almost every day. Those who are as big as the Nascent Soul Stage and above can participate, and those who are so small that they can enter even the Qi Refining Stage. As long as you have enough spirit stones, you can find what you want here.
Today's auction is specially held for the foundation-building period—I don't know if it's because of the trial meeting of Danyan Academy, the frequency of auctions for the foundation-building period is unusually high recently.
Jiang Qiongxing, who got rich suddenly, felt that he was very confident today, so he picked a front row seat and sat down.
There are not a few days left until the trial meeting begins, and she must get her magic weapon done today!
There was nothing good at the beginning of the auction, they were all pills and talismans, Jiang Qiongxing didn't need them, so he just paid a little attention to the auction prices of those talismans, and felt that the future was very bright.
After I become a high-level talisman master, I don't need to search and search like this.
Of course, the prerequisite for becoming a high-level talisman master is to enter the golden core stage, which is still far away for her.
After a while, the highlight of the auction came.
The female nun with a sweet voice on the stage said: "The next lot is an offensive magic weapon, please take a look."
A short knife about the length of the forearm appeared on the stage. The scabbard was black and looked ordinary.
"The special thing about this magic weapon is that no matter what spiritual root the user is, it can convert spiritual power into the fire attribute with the strongest attack power. The stronger the user's spiritual power, the stronger the attack power." The female cultivator picked up the short knife and drew it out of its sheath.
She swung the short knife vigorously.
A flame flew out from the blade, landed on the protective cover in front of the stage, and gradually dissipated.
Jiang Qiongxing's eyes lit up.
Good stuff!She knew that a good magic weapon would come with attacks of various attributes, but as a miscellaneous spirit root, she couldn't use it, so she never thought about it before.
But now, she can also use the attribute attack of this magic weapon!
A strong urge to claim it as his own ignited.
She was obviously not the only one who thought so.
Explain that the female cultivator put down the dagger: "The starting price of this magic weapon is [-]."
As soon as she finished speaking, someone from the audience said, "Five hundred and five."
"Six hundred."
"Six hundred and five."
"one thousand."
When the price was shouted out, the crowd was silent for a moment.
Jiang Qiongxing gritted her teeth: She hates people who raise their prices so much at auction the most. How rich is it?
"A thousand and one!" she cried.
The one who yelled at her was obviously not short of money: "One thousand and five."
hiss……
Jiang Qiongxing took a distressed breath.
There are only more than 300 high-grade spirit stones on her body. According to this person's shouting, she will be defeated within two times.
Moreover, she originally planned to buy another defensive magic weapon, did she really want to spend all the spirit stones on this dagger?
Seeing that no one continued to bid, the female cultivator said: "One thousand and five first time..."
"One thousand and six!" Jiang Qiongxing gritted his teeth.
The spiritual power conversion function of this short knife is too rare, she doesn't want to miss it.
"Okay, is there anyone else to add?" The nun looked around.
Jiang Qiongxing pricked up her ears, clenched her hands subconsciously, secretly thinking in her heart: If that person adds up to two thousand, she can call again.
She didn't believe it anymore, with a mere dagger, could that person still call out sky-high prices?
Fortunately, the local tyrant probably felt that it was not worth it, so he didn't raise the price again.
Jiang Qiongxing managed to spend [-] yuan to photograph it.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
There were only more than 600 top-grade spirit stones left in her pocket, and the next lot had nothing to do with Jiang Qiongxing. She listened absent-mindedly for a while, and felt that there was a colorful cassock with good defensive power, but it was a pity that the shape was too gaudy and not suitable for her.
The last vestment was auctioned for a sky-high price of three thousand and seven.
Jiang Qiongxing secretly sighed, no matter which world, the gap between rich and poor is so huge.
(End of this chapter)