The system is invincible, but this kitten is very depressed

Zhang Shan was speechless for a while, this No. 3 was desperately chasing the price! It’s going to be a big loss!

Yang Yanxi saw No. 3 chasing the price endlessly. He asked.

"Your Excellency, how about giving me this Qingxuan Sword?"

No. 3 laughed coldly, "No matter what, if you Quanzhen sect wants it, do we have to give in?"

"Your Excellency, I have nothing to do with the Quanzhen Sect, so please show your respect!"

Saying in the Quanzhen Sect's private room that it has nothing to do with them? I don’t even believe it!

No. 3 sneered, "How can you prove it, little brother?"

Yang Yanxi had no evidence and no way to explain it. After thinking for a while, she could only swear like a scumbag.

"I, Yang Yanxi, will never become a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. If I violate this oath, my martial arts will stop here and never progress!"

People in the world take their oaths seriously, let alone those related to martial arts. This can be considered a poisonous oath.

When Taoist Priest Changmei heard this, his face instantly turned cold. He looked at Yang Yanxi with a sinister look like a poisonous snake, with murderous intent. If not for everyone present, he would have probably separated the corpses on the spot.

No. 3 asked as if he had a deep hatred for the Quanzhen Sect.

"Why did little brother Yang swear such a vicious oath? Could it be that the Quanzhen sect forced you to join them? I didn't expect that the number one sect in the world would do such a dirty thing. It's really shameful!"

Yang Yanxi was stunned for a moment and then said: "Your Excellency, you are joking. I just want to take a picture of the sword and have no other intentions."

No. 3 laughed and said: "Hahaha! Little brother Yang, if you don't like to join the Quanzhen Sect, why not come to my Zhenwu Sect?"

"My real martial arts sect is upright and I will not do such low-level things!"

The long-browed Taoist Priest was so slapped in the face that he shrank. He snorted coldly and said, "Young man from the Yan family, what do you mean by this? Young people, don't speak too hastily. It's not your turn to do things in the Quanzhen Sect." The junior is pointing and pointing.”

No. 3 sneered, "Ha! Is Taoist Changmei admitting it?"

"Yan Sen!" the Taoist priest with long eyebrows shouted: "Why should I admit what I haven't done yet! Children, don't talk nonsense, thinking that I can't talk easily?"

"Ha! The Taoist Priest has kept his long eyebrows clean."

Seeing that the two big bosses were about to quarrel, shopkeeper Ming Shuanglou took action.

"Both of you, two of you! Calm down! If the quarrel continues like this, the auction can't continue. You two have to give Zou some face, calm down! If you have anything to do, we can talk about it after the auction!"

After a breath, the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that both of them were silent, and motioned for the auctioneer to continue.

"Five thousand one hundred taels! Does anyone want to increase the price?"

After a while, no one raised the price.

"Five thousand one hundred and two times, five thousand one hundred and two times, five thousand one hundred and two three times! The deal is done. Congratulations to No. 1 for successfully bidding on the Qingxuan Sword!"

"Next is the twenty-sixth auction item, the Jin Hong Dao..."

The relationship was already at a standstill, and Yang Yanxi didn't want to stay here. When someone came to bring Qingxuan Sword, he showed his token and went straight to his private room.

In private room No. 30 on the third floor, Zhang Shan looked speechlessly at the sinister look cast by the long-browed Taoist Priest diagonally across from him.

Tough luck! Got assigned to the opposite side.

Moving his eyes to the right, he saw Private Room No. 3. A young man wearing a sapphire blue robe looked over with a smile and raised his glass to greet Yang Yanxi. Seeing this, Yang Yanxi also raised his glass in return with a smile and raised his head to raise his glass. Drink all the tea in one gulp.

Moving further to the right, a few private rooms away, there are disciples of the Laoshan sect. Brother and sister He Zijun are also there. Looking around, there are several people wearing bamboo hats or masks. It's hard to tell whether they recognize them or not.

Zhang Shan stopped looking around and calmed down to watch the auction.

"The 30th auction item, Qizhonglou! Qizhonglou is also called the Seven-leafed Flower. Everyone says that the Chonglou silkworm chrysalis is used as medicine to relieve the pain of lovesickness. The Chonglou not only relieves the pain of lovesickness, but is also the killer of poisonous insects. What we are auctioning today The Chonglou year lasts for fifty years!”

"The seller asks for barter. If you have heart-protecting herbs, salvia, fleece-flower root and other elixirs that can strengthen the heart, you can exchange it with the seller for this."

Um? Is this a heart attack? It will be difficult to cure in later generations, let alone this ancient time.

"I am willing to exchange a century-old Polygonum multiflorum for the seventh-story building!"

"I'll give you two heart-protecting grasses in exchange for the seventh-story building!"

"The poor Taoist would like to..."

"I am willing to trade two hundred-year-old salvias for the seventh-story building!"

"I am willing to exchange two hundred years of cicada sloughing for the seventh-story building!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent for a while. Just when the man thought that the seventh-story building would be his, a young boy's voice rang out.

"I am willing to exchange two hundred years of Ganoderma lucidum for the seventh-story building!"

Everyone's eyes suddenly glanced at Private Room No. 30, shocked and feeling that he was stupid.

I was shocked because I didn’t know who this young boy was. He dared to go against the most powerful sect in the world, and yet he could produce such precious medicinal materials. I thought he was stupid because he exchanged two hundred years of Ganoderma lucidum for a fifty-year-old seventh-story building? The equivalent of ten cents for a bowl of rice noodles was already too much, but he just gave me twenty cents! Are your brains showing off?

"Little brother Yang, do you really mean what you said?"

In Private Room No. 37, a middle-aged man in noble clothes stood up excitedly and asked No. 30 for confirmation.

Yang Yanxi glanced at the Taoist Priest with long eyebrows who looked at him maliciously, and nodded to Private Room No. 37.

"nature!"

"Okay, okay! Thank you, little brother Yang, for your love! I am Fang Weizhong, the owner of Mingyue Villa. Mingyue Villa welcomes little brother Yang as a guest at any time!"

Fang Weizhong clasped his fists and saluted solemnly.

The two-hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum points are almost catching up with the three-hundred-year-old Ice Grass.

"Next is the thirtieth auction item, the bone-rejuvenating ointment. The medicine is as its name suggests..."

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, and someone outside said: "Young Master Yang, I am Manager Zheng of Mingshuanglou, and I am here to collect a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum."

"Please come in!"

Manager Zheng opened the door, followed by a guard carrying a carved wooden box.

Manager Zheng saluted Yang Yanxi with a kind smile on his face, "Young Master Yang really hides his secrets!"

Yang Yanxi didn't answer, and handed him the wooden box containing red Ganoderma lucidum, saying, "Manager Zheng, please check it!"

Due to the rules of Ming Shuanglou, people were unwilling to tell, and Shopkeeper Zheng couldn't ask more questions. The more he knew, the sooner he would die.

"Okay, Young Master Yang, wait a moment!"

Manager Zheng opened the wooden box, picked up the Ganoderma lucidum and looked at it carefully, and then got closer to smell it. After observing it, he nodded and said: "Yes, not bad! Top-grade two-hundred-year-old fire Ganoderma lucidum."

Manager Zheng put the Ganoderma lucidum back into the wooden box, took the carved box from the guard, and handed it to Yang Yanxi with both hands.

"Young Master Yang, this is a seven-story building built in the 1950s."

Yang Yanxi took it and said, "Thank you, Zheng!", without opening it and taking a look, he casually placed the carved wooden box on the table.

"Young Master Yang, please open it and confirm it to avoid making a mistake?"

Yang Yanxi said calmly, "It doesn't matter, I trust Ming Shuanglou."