"Yu Jian, why did those people suddenly visit?"
Xiao Jinyan sat by the window and looked around the venue, without any fluctuation in his starry eyes.
"They were all young ladies from aristocratic families who admired you, but I sent them away.
I didn't take any of the famous cards they gave me.
That Mu Yingying, Miss Mu’s sister asked me to tell you something.
After the auction, we got together in the garden, but I flatly refused."
The boy's words were filled with pride.
"How can such an outstanding person as my master be imagined by these vulgar fans?"
The scene just entering the venue stole the show, and it was difficult for Xiao Jinyan to keep a low profile.
Almost all the high-ranking families and forces in the venue sent people to deliver name cards to the VIP room where he was.
Unfortunately, I can only return disappointed.
"Don't be too showy when you go out, Yujian, it's better to keep everything low-key now than at our place."
"Yes, Master."
After being scolded, the boy suddenly lost his temper.
"However, you are worthy of praise for withdrawing your name."
After saying this, he said nothing and waited for the auction to begin.
On the roster on the side, two lots were marked. , "Why was my roster returned?"
Mu Yingying was in disbelief, her eyes widened with anger, and she slapped the boy in front of her with her hand, the wind of her palm carrying a red halo.
The bloody finger marks were shocking, and the boy cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
"You trash can't even do something as simple as sending a roster, so what's the use of you?"
At this moment, Mu Yingying completely forgot about her lingering relationship with Song Ziqi.
Although Song Ziqi is the undisputed heir to the Song family, the power of the Song family only applies to the small Yunye City and is in no way comparable to that of a real aristocratic family.
If Song Ziqi could climb to a higher branch, why wouldn't he give it up?
Unfortunately, she has no chance with the mysterious boy.
After settling her thoughts, Mu Yingying decided to observe carefully in order to find a more reliable target at the auction.
The dim circular venue was suddenly illuminated.
Ge Yan appeared on the huge platform where the auction items were displayed.
He held the auction hammer and bowed deeply to the guests.
"Welcome all distinguished guests to the Jiugong Auction House.
The annual special sale of spiritual materials is now officially open."
The audience burst into applause.
I saw a round platform rising slowly from the ground, and a blue-black scroll lying quietly in the crystal tray.
"Mortal level skill, Golden Tiger Breaking Mountain Fist.
The starting price is one thousand spirit stones, and each increase in price must not be less than one thousand."
Someone couldn't hold back and took the lead in raising the bidding card in his hand: "Two thousand spiritual stones" Immediately, the price of two thousand spirit stones was exceeded, and the scene was quite heated.
In the end, the price stopped at 65,000 spirit stones.
"Sixty-five thousand spirit stones once, twice, three times, the deal is done" Seeing that no one continued to bid, Ge Yan knocked the auction gavel.
The final transaction price was within his expectation.
As the first auction item, a mortal level skill was perfect to warm up the venue.
He was very satisfied with the intense state of the venue at this time.
Has a mortal level skill been sold at such a high price?
Mu Chuyue raised her eyebrows.
For ordinary forces, 65,000 spirit stones are already equivalent to ten years or even longer.
“These people, driven by the atmosphere, are really determined to spend money.
The waitress peeled off a small piece of pulp and gently fed it into her mouth.
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Mu Chuyue tapped the roster with her fingertips and raised the corners of her mouth.
"The next one is Tianxuan's Beauty Pill."
She was very curious, how many spiritual stones would Song Ziqi spend to please Mu Yingying?
The waitress, wearing clear tulle and stiletto shoes, held the delicate tray in front of Ge Yan. xx4911131: