Fantasy: My skills are all passive

three days later.

Under the vigorous publicity of the auction house, thousands of warriors have already gathered in Qianxi City at this time.

Among them, the iron head has contributed a lot.

Countless warriors were amazed by his sudden soaring power. Hearing that it was because of the elixir given by the immortals from the upper realm, he almost went bankrupt and came to Qianxi City with all his belongings.

Before the auction started, the city was already in chaos.

Fan Jian and Gu Shengren walked in the city, and they clearly noticed that the murderous aura in this city was much heavier than last time!

A chivalrous person is prohibited by martial arts.

This principle is applicable in any plane.

Those martial artists are all violent tempered.

At this time, they came here because of the same goal, and those who had disliked each other for a long time were eager to fight, ready to fight at any time.

Under this situation, Fan Jian also deliberately told Gu Shengren not to cover his face.

Although Gu Shengren is over a hundred years old, she looks like she is only in her early twenties, her skin is as creamy and can be broken by blowing bullets. It seems that even a fairy is not enough to describe her appearance.

This also caused many warriors to look sideways, and even stepped forward to test it.

It's just that everyone who is brave has learned a lesson.

That's a woman with a man around her, don't even think about it.

As for the process by which they learned this lesson, I won't mention it, it's too bloody.

But this made Fan Jian feel refreshed for a while.

"Being jealous, the small receiving value is +531."

"Cursed, minimum value +249."

Feeling the long-lost pleasure, Fan Jian whispered immediately.

"Beautiful girl, can you let me hug your waist? Make me feel better!"

The waist was not hugged, and Fan Jian's ears were almost pulled off.

"Being ridiculed, the minimum receiving value is +1053."

Worth it!

Fan Jian said angrily.

Auction begins.

The elixir given by Fan Jian was naturally the grand finale.

The previous auctions were all ordinary antique calligraphy and paintings, and occasionally some martial arts weapons, which the two of them didn't like at all.

The only thing worth buying is some of the herbs that are only available in the Eight Realms of China. To Fan Jian, these are all money!
Finally, all the previous items are sold out, and the main event is coming!
The beautiful woman who was in charge of the display was holding a beautiful porcelain plate with Fan Jian's marrow washing pill on it, and she came up slowly from the backstage.

The steward said immediately.

"I won't say too much. Everyone who came here this time must be doing this marrow washing pill passed down from the immortals of the upper realm!"

"As for the effect, you can see the iron head skill! As for whether you believe in its effect or not, I don't care! I can only say that there are only ten pills in total, one pill is sold, and one pill is missing. Only higher!"

"The base price is 1 taels of gold, and each increase must not be lower than 1000 taels of gold. The auction begins!"

Fan Jian immediately whispered to Gu Shengren when he heard the words.

"This little fat man has a way of doing business. We can cooperate with him for a long time, and we can also ask him to help with things like buying food!"

Aunt Saint nodded and said.

"Listen to you! You also have a part in the sect!"

"I'll pay 5 taels!"

The two were talking when they heard a voice.

Everyone was surprised immediately.

It doubled five times when it came up, is this thing really that powerful?
"8 taels!"

"10 taels!"

"11 taels!"

"Amitabha, the poor monk gave 30 taels!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone was shocked and looked at the bidder.

Fan Jian also poked his head out to look, and saw a bald man in the front row with a shiny head, so he couldn't help smiling.

"It turns out that there is also a door of release in this world?"

The aunt nodded and said.

"There is a saying in Buddhism that saves all living beings. Every realm has their believers. It's just that it's not known whether they are great virtuous monks or fake monks with ostentatious appearances!"

Fan Jian smiled immediately when he heard the words, and couldn't help muttering two lyrics about fake monks.

"30 million taels of gold once!"

"35 million!"

Hearing the shout, the monk glanced sideways, saw a young man looking at him with disdain, and immediately bowed with his palms together.

"36 million!"

Fan Jian became excited when he saw that the two started to raise prices.

Immediately, he couldn't help becoming a little curious about the young man.

More than 30 taels of gold, even in this mortal world, is absolutely shocking sum of money.

The food and medicinal materials that Gu Shengren brought back a few days ago were only worth more than 2000 taels of silver.

But judging from his appearance, he should also be a rich man like Yuan Qingshou, the money may really be nothing to him.

"36 taels of gold, plus a sword that divides gold and breaks jade!"

As the young man said, he jumped onto the stage, took a sword from his waist and handed it over.

Hearing this, the steward drew out his sword and looked at it carefully for a moment, then spoke.

"Tie Jianmen's handwriting is a bit exaggerated, but it is indeed a good sword. Let's count it as 8 taels!"

Hearing the words, the monk put his palms together and said.

"So it's the son of Tiejianmen. Monk, I can't afford that much money. This elixir is yours!"

Fan Jian said with a smile.

"This is also a treasured sword, I really laughed out loud!"

Unexpectedly, the son heard Fan Jian's words, and said with a sneer.

"Which brother looks down on the weapons of our Tiejianmen, dare to come on stage?"

Fan Jian was immediately happy when he heard this.

There really were people who licked their faces and came over to beat them up. If it wasn't for a small amount of value, I'm really sorry for his low heart!

"My lady, just wait a moment, I will come as soon as I go for my husband!"

Fan Jian shouted loudly and jumped out.

The manager was almost frightened when he saw it, so he quickly pulled the rich man and said.

"never mind……"

"What is it? We Iron Sword Sect have been researching weapons for hundreds of years, and no one has ever said that our weapons make people laugh!"

Brother Young Master looked at Fan Jian coldly and said.

"Boy, you can either take out a better weapon than mine today, or kneel down and apologize to me!"

"What else do you want! Let him apologize directly!"

"I dare to find fault with Tiejianmen, I really don't want to live!"

"Being despised, the small receiving value is +2153."

Fan Jian smiled immediately when he heard the words, walked up to the steward and stretched out his hand, and the steward immediately handed over the sword.

The attitude is extremely respectful.

Fan Jian stretched out his finger and flicked it twice, then shook his head and said.

"Sword, what are you doing so fancy? It's just an embroidered pillow!"

"Rampant!" The young master suddenly said angrily.

"You say my sword is an embroidered pillow, do you dare to take a sword?"

"Is one sword enough?" Fan Jian said with a smile as he handed over the sword.

"Would you like two more swords?"

"I'm so pissed off! I'm so pissed off! Steward! Whether this man lives or dies, it's all mine! If I don't stab him twice, I won't be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

As the son said, he took the sword and raised his hand to stab Fan Jian in the chest.

There was no imaginary blood splatter.

Instead, there was a burst of sparks, and a sword that had lost its tip.

The young master saw in astonishment that the tip of the sword was broken by two inches, and said in astonishment.

"You... who are you?"

Fan Jian smiled, pointed to the sky with one hand, and pointed to the ground with the other.

"Iron Man, Tony is a big shit!"