Chapter 185 Participating in the Auction

The most important thing is that this item is the core auxiliary material for practicing the Control Crane Tribulation Demon Poison Code.

However, Du Beiting was difficult to find at that time, so he had to use other poisons as a substitute.

But he didn't expect to meet it here!

"If I can get the Red Yin Ghost Ink Flower, I can complete the entry of the Control Crane Tribulation Demon Poison Code in just one day!

And because of taking the Red Yin Ghost Ink Flower.

My progress in practicing poison skills will definitely improve in the future!"

There was a ripple in his heart, but Du Beiting's face did not change at all.

He frowned and did not rush to answer, as if he was seriously considering the conditions stated by Manager Luo.

And Manager Luo also clenched his fingers tightly, with a hint of urgency on his face, fearing that Du Beiting would not agree.

In his opinion, such a deal is completely worth it.

Du Beiting is not a sword cultivator, he does not know how important a good sword is to a sword cultivator.

What's more, these two swords are made of Nine Yin White Stone and Qingbao Yaoshi respectively.

Both are top-notch materials.

Manager Luo knew that if he could get these two swords, he would be able to sell them at an extremely exaggerated price afterwards.

He had even made plans.

If Du Beiting still didn't agree, he would take a step back and give Du Beiting more benefits.

"I agree to the conditions you mentioned." Du Beiting said suddenly, and before Manager Luo could reply, he continued.

"But one point you mentioned before needs to be changed.

I have a younger brother who happens to be a poison cultivator, a warrior who specializes in practicing poisonous skills.

So, the Red Yin Ghost Ink Flower is very suitable for him.

This item needs to be auctioned.

Is Lingbao Store willing?"

Manager Luo's expression was slightly stagnant, and he hurriedly nodded with a smile on his face, "That's naturally no problem.

After all, only poison cultivators can use this item, the Red Yin Ghost Ink Flower.

I didn't know that Mr. White Fox had a younger brother who specialized in practicing poisonous skills, so I didn't plan to auction it for you.

Now that I know, I will naturally auction it for you.

Except for these two items, other conditions remain unchanged.

I will auction you two more items that are no less valuable than the Hundred-Year Thunderbolt Green Secret Rock. What do you think?"

Manager Luo was afraid that Du Beiting would suddenly regret it, so he still didn't dare to change the conditions he had agreed to Du Beiting before.

"Okay." Du Beiting glanced at Manager Luo in surprise.

He didn't expect that Manager Luo would agree to his conditions.

He didn't make many changes to what he had promised before.

"When will this auction be held?"

"It will be held in two days.

At that time, please trouble Mr. White Fox to come to our Lingbao store again in the morning. I will take you there personally."

"Okay, then I will come to find you in two days."

Du Beiting nodded, took back the two swords, and was about to leave. He seemed to have thought of something, and his steps just about to take a step suddenly stopped.

"By the way, do you have any gold stones here?"

"Gold stones?" Manager Luo's eyes flashed with a strange color.

"Lingbao store happens to have some gold stones. I wonder if Mr. White Fox is going to take them."

"I won't lie to you. I have a weapon here." Du Beiting reached into his pocket, took out the slightly damaged brass knuckles, and put them on the table.

"It needs to be repaired with gold-enriching stones.

If your store has gold-enriching stones, can you sell some to me?

I won't need much."

Manager Luo's eyes fell on the broken and damaged brass knuckles.

There were many cracks and cuts on the surface of the brass knuckles, as if they were destroyed by some sharp weapon.

Looking at this weapon that had never been seen on the market.

Manager Luo frowned, and for a moment he didn't rush to answer, as if he was considering.

"Let's do this." Manager Luo gritted his teeth, as if he had made some important decision.

"Mr. White Fox, let our Lingbao store repair this weapon for you.

We have a special casting master in our Lingbao store, and the material used is also the gold-enriching stone you mentioned.

We will start work tonight and guarantee that it will be repaired and delivered to you before the end of this month.

And we won't charge you any fees.

This move is just to make a friend with you, what do you think?"

"Make a friend for me?" Du Beiting's eyes became a little strange.

"Yes, I just hope that you will have something to sell or want to buy in the future.

The first thing that comes to mind is our Lingbao store.

And our Lingbao store will also give you corresponding discounts in the future."

Manager Luo said slowly with a smile on his face.

Manager Luo's words made Du Beiting understand what he meant.

"Manager Luo, I remember we only met once, right?

Do you think so highly of me?"

Faced with Du Beiting's question, Manager Luo smiled.

"Mr. White Fox, although my strength is average, I am also a martial artist after all." Manager Luo suddenly stretched out his palm, with five fingers spread out, and he obviously did not make any movements.

But the next second, his palm turned red and began to become hot.

Du Beiting knew that it was Manager Luo who manipulated the blood in his body to flow directly to his palm.

And those who can do this are all people with extremely strong blood perception.

"In your body, Mr. White Fox, I sense a kind of energy and blood fluctuation that can only be experienced by strong men in the Reborn Realm.

Although I don’t know your specific realm and strength, young master, you can possess such a breath of energy and blood.

You are no ordinary warrior!

Even, he is a strong person in the realm of reincarnation.

Therefore, this transaction is not a loss at all for our Lingbao store.

Even if my perception is wrong, just think that I want to have a good relationship with the young master. "

"From this point of view, it is not unreasonable that Lingbao Store can stand in the black market for so long." Du Bei paused and looked at Guanshi Luo carefully.

"In this case, I have to worry about this weapon.

Please notify me as soon as it is repaired. "

"Please rest assured, Master." Manager Luo cupped his hands.

"Okay, then I'll leave first. See you in two days."

Du Beiting didn't say much. He waved his hand and left with the courtesy of Manager Luo.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

Early this morning, Du Beiting got up early, washed up, put on a well-fitting Tsing Yi, and walked towards the black market in the inner city.

Because it is the second time to enter the black market.

This time, Du Beiting got a wooden sign by spending one tael of silver.

With this item, you can directly enter the black market in the future without the need for others to lead the way.

As soon as they arrived at the Lingbao store, it didn't take long for Manager Luo to appear and walk straight in the direction where Du Bei stopped.

"Mr. Baihu, I haven't seen you for a few days. I miss you so much." Manager Luo said with a smile on his face.

"I think you are thinking about the two swords in my hand." Du Beiting glanced at the other party, then threw his hand, and the two swords he held in his hand immediately came out of his hands and went straight to Manager Luo. Fly away.

Seeing this, Guan Luo was stunned for a moment, then he quickly reacted and took it, the joy in his eyes getting even stronger.

"Mr. Baihu, what are you doing?"

"Manager Luo, it's not like your style to ask questions knowingly."

Du Beiting joked, then pursed his lips and said, "Open it and take a look. Everything is wrapped in white cloth."

"OK."

Seeing this, Steward Luo stopped being polite to Du Bei and glanced at the boy next to him. The latter quickly stepped forward, untied the white cloth, and showed Steward Luo the two swords wrapped inside. .

Manager Luo stared at it and confirmed it several times.

After making sure they were the two swords Du Beiting brought that day, he nodded, handed the two swords to the servants, and asked them to take the things down.

"Manager Luo, since you have accepted the things, let's talk about today's matters."

Du Beiting was just halfway through his words when he was picked up by Manager Luo.

"Guaranteed to put you at ease and satisfy you!"

Manager Luo patted his chest, laughed loudly, and then made a "please" gesture to the outside, "Mr. Baihu, I specially asked Fulu Trading Company to open a VIP private room for you, just to avoid being noisy by the people around you. With you.

There is still an hour before the auction starts, so let's go to the auction house first.

Come, please. "

"Um."

Under the guidance of Manager Luo, the two walked out of the Lingbao store and walked straight to the left.

Walking all the way to the end, you can see a huge courtyard, which is about the size of a mansion in the inner city.

There is a tall wooden pavilion built inside, with multiple floors.

At the entrance of the courtyard, there were two big men standing there, collecting admission fees and letting people enter.

"Mr. White Fox, this is where we are."

Manager Luo extended his hand to Du Beiding as a signal, then stepped forward to pay the large amount of broken silver to the big man at the door, and walked in with Du Beiding.

A flag was planted diagonally at the door of the wooden pavilion, with the five characters "Fulu Auction" written on it.

As soon as you walk in, you will see a ring-shaped auction seat.

A large stone round platform surrounds the center.

There is also a display table on the round platform, as well as gongs and wooden hammers.

At this time, many people had walked into the auction and found a place to sit down.

There was a huge crowd.

Everyone's clothes are different, some are luxurious, some are simple, some even wear a long coat to cover up.

On the face, almost everyone wears a mask to hide their appearance

Du Beiding walked up the wooden ladder against the wall and stopped at the door of a room on the third floor.

The maid who had been waiting at the door of the room early in the morning saw Steward Luo in front of Du Bei stop taking out a wooden sign. After a brief signal, she opened the door and bowed to welcome him.

Walking in, the room is decorated in a style similar to that of a side room.

There was a blanket made of unknown animal fur on the floor.

There is a round wooden table in the middle, with three wooden stools on the side. The table is filled with various exquisite pastries and fruit plates.

On the other side, there are some wooden frames and wood carvings used for decoration, with porcelain bottles and other objects placed on them.

Steward Luo walked into the room first and pushed open the window facing the auction house. The scene below suddenly came into view, and he could clearly see the auction booth and the crowd on the auction floor.

"Mr. Baihu, if you see something that needs bidding later, you can tell me at any time.

I am responsible for bidding for you. "

"Yes." Du Beiding responded softly, then picked a wooden bench and sat down, slowly waiting.

Soon, nearly an hour passed.

The entire auction house was packed with people, and there were a lot of people.

The person responsible for hosting this auction is an old man.

He was wearing simple grey trousers and a long chair, with white hair, wrinkles all over his face, and dim eyes.

Judging from his appearance, he was already over sixty years old.

But when he spoke, he was full of energy.

After his introduction, Du Beiting also knew his name, Wen Huabin.

He was called Mr. Wen by the world.

He was the auctioneer of Fulu Commercial Bank and the only host responsible for the auction.

"First of all, Fulu Commercial Bank would like to thank you all for your strong support for Fulu Commercial Bank and your trust in Fulu Commercial Bank."

At the beginning, it was still a polite remark that could not be more old-fashioned.

After a few casual thanks, Wen Huabin began to get straight to the point.

"Okay, I've said almost everything.

I know that everyone is here for the goods at the auction.

Then, there is no point in saying more, let's get straight to the topic of today."

Mr. Wen took the wooden hammer and knocked lightly on the gong.

The next second, a graceful maid walked out from the corridor on the left.

She was holding a chopping board with a slightly worn book on it, made of blue leather.

In the upper right corner, there were five large characters "Luo Yu San Chong Jue".

"As you can see, the first item to be auctioned at this auction is a martial art, a martial art that nourishes qi and blood, which contains qi and blood circulation, breathing formulas, and the use of fists and palms.

Its grade is superior.

If you practice it to perfection, the qi and blood in your body will be as vigorous as a vicious bear, and your skin and flesh will be as rough as a mad crocodile.

Ordinary weapons will find it difficult to break through your own defense.

The strength is even greater, and you can break the stone tablet with any fist or palm.

The bidding price is two hundred taels of silver notes!

Each bid increase must not be less than thirty silver notes!"

As soon as Mr. Wen finished speaking, someone in the auction seat immediately raised his sign and started bidding.

"Two hundred and fifty taels!" The bidder was a tall and strong young man in luxurious brocade clothes. A maid was beside him holding a fan and fanning him.

Just as Wen Lao Ye Ye was about to ring the gong and shout, another voice came from the auction seat.

"Three hundred taels!"

The bidder was dressed in a rough and simple outfit, with a large black cloak hanging behind his shoulders and a veiled hat on his head, making it impossible to see his true face.

"It's wishful thinking to want to win the "Luo Yu San Chong Jue" for three hundred taels!" The young man in brocade clothes glared at the man who was bidding with him, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his hand and raised the sign, just as he was about to continue bidding.

A woman's voice came from the window of a room on the left side of the second floor.

"Four hundred and twenty taels."

She paused and continued.