Wang He admired Bai Yi's calmness from the bottom of his heart, and the other dozen Cangyun disciples also greatly admired him.
If they put themselves in their shoes, if their heads were priced at 10,000 spirit stones, they would probably flee back to their sect immediately.
How could they be like Bai Yi, walking swaggering on the street and facing the huge crowds of people?
's auction.
This is a master who is not afraid of death.
This is the conclusion given to Bai Yi by Cangyun disciples.
Ni Qiuyu knew Bai Yi's stubborn temper, and tried to persuade him all the way to no avail, so he could only follow Bai Yi worriedly into the auction on the West Street of the small town.
The auction on the West Street of the town was held in a huge wooden house.
This wooden house was not much different from a palace.
Even though the outside was full of wood, the inside was actually magnificent, with hundreds of longan-sized pieces hanging from the ceiling.
The night pearl illuminates the wooden house It was as bright as day.
Except for a wide wooden platform in the center, there were large boxes all around.
The boxes were covered with thick white blankets, and a pot of water was placed on a large table made of sandalwood.
The spiritual wine, which was obviously of great value, was freely available to the guests.
Such a luxurious layout makes this auction house look mysterious and extraordinary.
If it is said that the owner of this auction house is a low-level monk, I am afraid no one will believe it.
At least it takes a Jindan monk to establish it in a short period of time.
Such a huge auction place.
Although you can drink the spiritual wine in the private room freely, entering the private room costs spiritual stones, which is not much.
Each private room only costs fifty spiritual stones.
Although fifty spiritual stones are not much, there are hundreds of private rooms in this auction house, if they are all full.
That is five thousand spiritual stones.
The town auction is held every day and is always packed.
Just the fee for the spiritual stones collected from the box every day is surprising enough.
Five thousand in one day, ten thousand in two days.
Of course, there are many free seats at the auction, all around the wooden platform.
No monk of some status will ever crowd in the hall.
Fifty spirit stones were nothing to Bai Yi.
After paying the fee, Ni Qiuyu, Wang He and a dozen Cangyun disciples followed him into the box.
The box was big enough anyway.
It seems very loose even if there are more than a dozen people there.
When Bai Yi walked into the auction house, dozens of unkind eyes were already looking at him.
The head of 10,000 spirit stones really attracted the attention of many monks, especially those without any sect.
It has to be said that although Qishamen is arrogant, they still do things very quickly.
During the time Bai Yi walked to West Street, his portrait and reward were already floating all over the town.
It's no wonder that the disciples of Qishamen who were responsible for distributing Bai Yi's portraits didn't distribute them at all, but threw them away.
There are even portraits of Bai Yi hanging on some tree branches, which looks very weird.
On the North Street of the town, a group of monks dressed as children of aristocratic families passed through the street.
These people all wore gold and silver and looked very noble.
The leader is a strong man.
He was tall and thick, but he was dressed extremely richly.
He looked like a landowner.
"Master, Master" At the intersection of the street, a man dressed as a servant rushed over, holding a portrait that had just floated to South Street.
He came to the strong man and said flatteringly: "Young master, you see, the Qishamen has a reward for one person."
His head is worth ten thousand spiritual stones.”
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"Oh, when did the Qishamen become so generous?"
The strong man looked aloof, his eyes squinting to the sky.
Some monks passing by basically walked around these people.
The arrogant strong man indeed has the qualifications to be arrogant.
The eldest son of a cultivation family, he was destined to have a status above ten thousand people from the moment he was born.
"Ten thousand spiritual stones means one life.
If you are a foundation-building monk, I will accept this deal."
The strong man didn't even look at the portrait, he was talking so wildly, and the monks behind him all agreed.
No one was discussing how to kill the person with a bounty on his head, but they were discussing what to exchange for after getting 10,000 spiritual stones.
Some people said In exchange for some elixirs, some people also said to exchange for the best magic weapon, and some even encouraged him to go to Baihua Tower to find a girl.
It was only 10,000 spirit stones.
In fact, Mu Wu didn't like it.
As the eldest young master of the Mu family, how could he care about 10,000 spirit stones?
He just wanted to share some of the benefits with his fellow brothers behind him.
The Mu family didn't mind killing just one person, but when Mu Wu took the portrait with disdain and took a look at it, his hand suddenly shook, and then the portrait with Bai Yi's face was blown away by a gust of wind.
Go, fluttering into the distance.
As the paper shook, Mu Wu seemed to see a bloodthirsty sneer hanging from the corner of Bai Yi's mouth in the portrait.
"Don't worry, young master, half of the town is covered with that portrait, and there will be more soon."
The servant of the Mu family just said, looking at the floating portrait.
"It's only ten thousand spirit stones.
This kind of huge deal requires our Mu family to do something."
Mu Wu's throat rolled unconsciously and he said: "Don't you think your young master will have such a sesame next time if he lacks ten thousand spirit stones?"
Don’t bother me with all the big and small things.”
After that, Mu Wu led a group of children from aristocratic families to a restaurant.
They looked still arrogant, but no one knew the secret words in the heart of the eldest young master of the Mu family.
Go ahead and dream about ten thousand spiritual stones in Bai Yi's head.
Give me a million spiritual stones and you won't do it.
In the private room of the auction house, Bai Yi and several colleagues were sitting around the table.
The original one pot of spiritual wine had turned into ten pots, and all kinds of delicacies were spread all over the table.
Not counting food, there were ten pots alone.
The value of spiritual wine is more than three hundred spiritual stones.
Not only is the auction held in the auction house, but if the guests want to drink, a waiter will come to greet them immediately.
As long as they can afford the spiritual stones, there is no problem in drinking for half a month.
Bai Yi was not familiar with Ni Qiuyu and Wang He, but he was not very familiar with other disciples, and they could step forward out of friendship with fellow disciples.
How could Bai Yi be stingy and take advantage of the opportunity of the auction to entertain Some of my classmates.
"Junior Brother Bai spent a lot of money, the spiritual wine here is not cheap."
Wang He laughed, picked up the spiritual wine in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.
"Brothers and brothers, you can help each other on the street.
How can Bai Yi be stingy?
I'm going to be the host today.
You all have a good drink."
Bai Yi said with a smile.
The previous fierceness was long gone, and now he looked approachable.
"Senior Brother Bai, don't worry.
We will be by your side these days.
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The Qisha Sect is really bullying people too much."
A young Cangyun disciple said slightly drunk, and the others immediately agreed.
Fellow sects may quarrel with each other in the sect, but once they meet outside, they are just like the love between windows.
Unless they have a deep friendship, most of them will help each other.
This is also the original intention of establishing the cultivation sect.
Otherwise, people will People have finished cultivating and can fend for themselves, so there is no need to worry about others.
Ni Qiuyu drank a few glasses of spirit wine, and the worry on her face not only did not subside, but became more and more serious.
She said worriedly: "Xiao Qisha has always been known for being ruthless.
You are not afraid of those casual cultivators, but you must also be careful of those Qisha.
Personally, none of them are simple.”
It could be seen that Ni Qiuyu's worries came from the bottom of his heart.
Bai Yi nodded lightly and said, "Sister, don't worry, I have a sense of discretion.
Even if I lose, if I want to leave, they can't stop me."
After getting Bai Yi's countermeasures, Ni Qiuyu felt relieved.
In fact, she was the last person who should worry about Bai Yi, whether it was the Qingyunque whose flying speed was comparable to the magic weapon, or the magic weapon Bai Yi used on Shamapo.
The Wind and Thunder Sword Formation was definitely an ability that ordinary foundation-building monks could possess.
However, Ni Qiuyu, who was careless, only thought about Bai Yi's safety and had long forgotten her junior brother's various strange methods. s: Thanks to ove Yanyan for the tip, thank you very much
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