Fight to Po: Emperor Yang

"This is the current owner of Jianbao Mountain: Old Man Baoshan. He has appraised countless treasures in his life and his eyesight is quite sharp."

“When I first met him, he was already a Ninth Revolution Dou Zun. Now, it seems that he has reached the peak level of the Ninth Revolution. He is only a stone’s throw away from becoming a Half-Saint. It should be soon.” Yao Lao said softly, with a hint of emotion in his tone.

Wei Yang and the other man nodded slightly.

When one reaches the level of Old Man Baoshan, he is indeed very close to becoming a semi-saint. He is only a little bit away, like a thin film, within reach. It would not be surprising if he breaks through at any time.

However, such a powerful person had to show up and personally preside over the trade fair, although this was not an ordinary trade fair.

But it is enough to show the importance of the organizer.

"Haha, it's another space trade fair. I hope everyone is doing well."

Old Man Baoshan glanced around the hall, and his old voice rang in everyone's ears.

However, no one present responded to his greeting, and the ancient hall was still filled with a strangely quiet atmosphere.

Old Man Baoshan didn't care about this, and it was obvious that he had gotten used to it.

As he waved his sleeves, the space around him slowly twisted.

Immediately, like a space cage, it surrounded Old Man Baoshan.

"It's the same old rule, don't mind it."

After doing all this, the old man Baoshan smiled.

Then, he stood on the auction stage, coughed, and said, "Most people have arrived, so we won't wait any longer for those who haven't arrived yet. So, there's no need to waste any more time, and this Space Trade Fair will begin!"

As the last words of Old Man Baoshan fell, almost all eyes in the hall were instantly focused on him.

There is a hint of anticipation and enthusiasm.

Everyone knows that anything that can be traded here is not ordinary.

Facing the gazes of so many powerful people, Old Man Baoshan remained calm.

"Next, we will begin the auction of the first item of this space trade fair."

In the twisted space, Old Man Baoshan lightly wiped the air in front of him with his palm, and a pair of white bone wings suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

Faint sounds of wind and thunder could be heard from within the pair of bone wings.

"Demon Phoenix Bone Wings?!"

Looking at this pair of familiar bone wings, Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became a little strange.

Wei Yang was also a little speechless.

It has always been said that the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan attaches great importance to the corpses and bloodlines of their members. Anyone who dares to covet the corpses or blood essence of this clan will be hunted down madly by the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan once he is discovered.

When Xiao Yan originally wanted to take the pair of saint-level ancient sky phoenix bone wings, he was stopped by Wei Yang, who eventually refined them and the entire skeleton into Dou Sheng bone marrow.

Unexpectedly, the first item of this space trade fair was actually the Sky Demon Phoenix Bone Wings. I have to say, it was quite exciting.

I don't know if there are any strong men from the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan among the hundreds of people present? If there are, what kind of expression would they have at this moment?

“Hehe, it seems that the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan has suffered a lot of hidden attacks. No wonder, the Sky Demon Phoenix is ​​a treasure, so it’s not surprising that someone secretly targeted them.”

Xiao Yan leaned over and whispered to Wei Yang with a gloating tone.

The tone sounded like someone who was just looking for fun and not minding the trouble.

Wei Yang smiled and shook his head without saying anything.

I'm afraid the only place that dares to auction the materials of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix in public is this Space Trade Fair.

"Eighth-rank Demon Phoenix Wings. The wings of the Sky Demon Phoenix clan. Everyone here should know how rare they are. If you can refine them into a flying fighting skill, it will undoubtedly make you so fast that no one at the same level will be able to surpass you. It is truly a must-have for killing people and robbing, or for escaping!" said old man Baoshan with a smile on his face.

And what he said could be said to be killing the phoenix and destroying its heart, and he was not afraid of offending the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan at all.

After all, their trade fair only acts as an intermediary, not the real owner, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"The owner of this Demon Phoenix Wing wants to exchange it for a four-color eighth-grade medicinal pill. After evaluation, the Demon Phoenix Wing is worth the price. So, if you are interested, please make a move."

As the old man Baoshan finished speaking, the ancient temple fell into silence again.

Wei Yang suppressed Xiao Yan, who was about to make some moves, and stopped him from getting involved.

There's no need to wade into this muddy water.

It's not that I'm afraid, but it's not necessary.

For a mere pair of bone wings, there is no need to offend the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan to death. Xingyun Pavilion is a big and powerful family.

Xiao Yan obviously understood this truth, so he gave up the idea and simply folded his arms across his chest, leaned back in his chair, and watched with interest.

There was a silence in the hall.

No one spoke, and old man Baoshan was not in the least bit anxious about this. He continued to wait with a smile on his face.

This silence lasted for a while, and finally a hoarse voice sounded: "I want it."

Swish!

Everyone looked in the direction where the sound came from.

I saw a figure covered in a black robe, who casually threw a jade bottle to the old man Baoshan.

Reaching out to take the jade bottle, Old Man Baoshan opened the lid, took a glance at it, smiled, and closed the lid.

Then he continued to look at the people below and said with a smile, "Is there anyone who has made a higher bid than this one?"

There was still silence all around, no one spoke.

The old man from Baoshan was not surprised by this.

Although this demon phoenix wing is good, it will cause a lot of trouble later.

The original owner of this item was only at the six-star Dou Zun level, and he did not dare to keep the pair of bone wings for use. It was already good enough to be able to exchange them for a four-color eighth-grade elixir. If the price was higher, no one would be willing to be a sucker.

After all, it's not worth it.

Seeing that no one spoke, Old Man Baoshan smiled and stopped talking. He simply snapped his fingers, and the floating phoenix wings in front of him flew directly towards the person who had made the bid.

The latter also grabbed it and put it directly into the ring.

The first transaction was completed in such a seemingly simple way.

After the money and goods were settled, the items brought by both parties to the transaction were all expensive items of similar value.

"This is different from ordinary auctions. Unless there are special reasons, if the value of the item you bring out is much greater than the item you want to trade, most people will exercise restraint or even choose to give it up directly."

"After all, no one wants to be a sucker." Yao Lao said softly.

Hearing this, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan both nodded slightly.

Indeed, in ordinary auctions, most transactions are based on money. Even if it is barter, the premium is generally not too exaggerated, so there are many competitors.

But this space trade fair is different, here the eighth-grade elixir is used as a basic currency unit to measure value.

If the eighth-grade elixir was priced a little higher, the figure would be astronomical!

You know, any increase in price could make a horrible difference in the color of the cinnabar.

Can the value of four colors and eight grades be compared with that of five colors and eight grades?

Even though it's just a difference of one color, the difference is huge.

This also means that unless it is necessary or in some special circumstances, everyone is very calm and considers more whether it is worth it, rather than bidding randomly on impulse.

The value of an eighth-grade elixir is enough to allow most people to keep their minds absolutely calm at all times.

After all, if you raise the price casually, it will be a terrible difference of one pill color, or having to add one more eighth-grade pill.

Who dares to do this, and who can bear it?

Therefore, the atmosphere of this space trade fair seemed eerily quiet. It was nothing like those ordinary auctions with a lively atmosphere and constant bidding.

Here, everyone behaved extremely restrained and calm.