The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

The four of them entered the black market chatting and laughing all the way. Because it was still early and the auction would not start for a while, the four of them dismissed the waiter and wandered around in the black market. Maybe it was because the trial of Xingyao Academy was approaching. , the black market seemed very lively, with many stalls and people wandering around.

Bai Qinghua and the four of them also wanted to try their luck and see if they could encounter unexpected treasures in the market outside. However, maybe they didn't have enough opportunities. After wandering around, they didn't get anything at all. Losing interest, they entered the box in the auction hall together. After sitting down separately, Bai Qinghua took out some spiritual fruits from the space. After thinking about it, he took out a few jars of spiritual wine, and each person divided a jar.

Zhou Mingyu had tasted Bai Qinghua's spiritual wine a long time ago and was naturally overjoyed. Bai Qinghua liked Bai Ye's wine and drank some with her. Fan Qi picked up Bai Qinghua's spiritual wine and opened it first. After sniffing the cork, his eyes suddenly lit up. He loved two things in his life, one was the heavy sword on his back, and the other was spirit wine. His father was a general guarding the frontier of Qingyun Kingdom, located in the north. People in the military camp usually like to drink. He has been exposed to it since he was a child, and he naturally fell in love with it. The spiritual wine painted by Bai Qing is full of spirit and mellow in the mouth. He fell in love with it after taking a sip. When he looked at Bai Qing's painting His eyes brightened a lot.

Bai Qinghua naturally noticed Fan Qi's change and raised the wine jar in his hand towards him, with a smile on his face.

She likes people like this the most, but she doesn't know how much the guy in front of her loves the thing in her hand. She still has a lot of good wine in her hand. She doesn't know if she can coax this guy into selling him. , so looking forward to it.

The three of them waited for about half an hour, watching the hall below gradually fill up with people, and the auction finally started.

The person who presided over the auction was an old man with white beard and hair. He was in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm. His face was red and he was full of energy when he spoke. He stood on the auction stage and exchanged a few words before getting down to business.

This auction was originally held for the selection of Xingyao Academy, so the first items to be auctioned were various types of elixirs, mostly third to fourth grade elixirs. Such grade elixirs are already very rare in Qingyun Kingdom. Oh no, after the elixirs, there are actually various poisonous elixirs and poisons, and these things are actually more popular than the elixirs. I don’t know what these people are going to use these elixirs for.

Bai Qinghua and Zhou Mingyu were naturally not interested in these things, but Fan Qi took the shot of five third-level high-grade spirit recovery pills and two third-order middle-grade blood coagulation pills.

After the elixirs came the spiritual weapons. The first item to be auctioned was a high-grade Mystic Fire Spirit Whip. Following the old man's eloquent introduction, this Fire Spirit Whip was quickly sold out.

"Xiao Ye, you don't seem to have a spiritual weapon yet. If you like it, tell me and my sister will buy it for you."

Bai Qinghua looked at Heiye sitting next to her and said.

"My fists are enough. I don't need a spiritual weapon. Besides, didn't my sister give me a long sword before? It's already enough."

Hei Ye looked at the spiritual weapons below with no interest. He was used to fighting with fists, and he was really not used to using these things.

"Take a look first, just in case you find something you like."

Bai Qinghua insisted.

"Oh well."

Seeing this, Kuroye could only nod obediently.

While the two were talking, there was a burst of noise below. Bai Qinghua and the others turned their heads to look, and saw two black market monks on the high platform below, struggling to carry a knife onto the high platform. The reason why everyone Exclaimed, but it was because the knife was not only extremely heavy, but also stained with rust. The blade was covered with large and small cracks. It looked like it would break at any time. What was the black market doing with such a knife? ? What bastard would buy it!

"This knife was accidentally obtained by our people in a secret place. Everyone has seen that the knife was seriously damaged, but our appraiser has seen it. The grade of this knife is definitely not low when it is intact. At least It will also be a heavenly weapon. Although it is seriously damaged at this time, the material is very strange and cannot be included in the stored magic weapon. I wonder if the destined person I will meet today will take this knife into his pocket. middle."

The old man looked at the knife that was brought up, and his face was a little stiff. After thinking for a long time, he introduced it dryly.

This knife has actually been sold in many auctions on the black market, and has always been unsold. I picked it up today just to try my luck. After all, they also lost several good hands on the black market for this knife. What if they can't sell it? Not a loss?

But the old man who was carried up at this time had no hope. I didn't see that he had already finished the introduction, and there was still silence down there. Alas, it seems that today's efforts will be in vain again.

"The bidding for this knife starts at 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones. Each increase in price must not be less than 100 low-grade spiritual stones. The auction starts now."

The old man stood for a long time and suddenly thought that he had not announced the price yet, so he quickly added calmly.

But there was still silence down there. Sometimes silence is the most suffocating, and that was how the old man felt at this time.

"Sister, I want that knife."

When Heiye saw the knife, his eyes were attracted to it. At this time, he suddenly stood up, pulled Bai Qinghua and said anxiously.

"No, then why do you want a broken knife?"

Zhou Mingyu looked at the night in disbelief, and then at the knife. It was ordinary and tattered. How could anyone want it?

"Eleven hundred low-grade spiritual stones."

Bai Qinghua was also a little surprised, but seeing Heiye looking so anxious, he still pressed the auction button and said.

The old man was feeling extremely embarrassed at this moment, and when he was about to ask someone to lift the knife down, this voice sounded like the sound of nature, which lifted the old man's spirits.

Everyone in the audience turned their heads and looked at the box on the third floor as if they were looking at fools.

"The guests in the private room on the third floor bid 11,000 low-grade spiritual stones, and 11,000 low-grade spiritual stones once."

"Twice eleven hundred low-grade spiritual stones."

"Eleven hundred low-grade spiritual stones three times, deal done!"

The old man announced the price almost as fast as he usually could. Then he took a deep breath and almost choked to death when he announced the price! The old man waved his hand, and the two monks carrying the swords struggled to lift the swords and headed towards the box where Bai Qing painted them.

The knife was quickly brought over. Bai Qinghua finished the spirit stone, and the two people left. The four people gathered around and looked at the knife that was placed on the table.

From such a close distance, you can see more clearly. The cracks on the blade look more obvious and denser. The blade is corroded and uneven, covered in rust, and looks even more worthless.