Chapter 203 Broken Boots and Scroll

"These strange things may be ancient treasures worth a thousand gold, or they may be worthless items. It depends on your vision and luck..."

The fat-faced monk narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of seduction in his tone.

"There is actually an auction in this way. The value of the item cannot be determined. What is the difference between this and gambling?"

Yang Fan had a strange look on his face. It was his first time to participate in the auction of Yunfeng Bao Pavilion and he didn't know much about the situation.

After the fat-faced monk finished speaking, many monks on the field showed excitement and expectation, and were ready to move.

Among these monks, there are actually some masters in the foundation-building stage, with their eyes shining brightly, obviously they are very interested in the next auction.

"Prince, this auction method is strange. I wonder what the results were in previous auctions?"

Yang Fan asked curiously.

Yu Wen Lie turned around and smiled faintly: "Most of these strange things are mediocre, and a few are indeed strange things, with unknown origin, unknown use, and immeasurable value. I remember three years ago, a ring obtained by someone auctioned for five hundred spirit stones was actually a legendary ancient treasure, and it is said that the effect is very magical..."

"Is this really the case?"

Yang Fan also felt incredible that he could actually get ancient treasures from here.

Ancient treasures are generally the best among magic weapons. They are passed down from ancient times. They have excellent materials and are at least half or even several times more powerful than magic weapons of the same level. Their value is incalculable.

"The prince is right, I have also heard of the related rumors. About ten years ago, there was an unknown ancient book at the auction. The material was very special, inseparable from swords and guns, and invasive to water and fire. However, no one recognized the words on it. In the end, this unknown ancient book was seized by a mysterious person. While escaping with the ancient book, this person was chased by high-level monks in Yuyang, and finally revealed his identity. He was actually a demon cultivator from the transformation stage of the demon clan!"

The oriental pharmacist next to the King of Yan said with a smile.

"No wonder these people are so excited..."

Yang Fan suddenly realized that this form of auction is gambling. If you are lucky, you might get a treasure of Tongtian. Of course, the final result is that you will probably get a mediocre thing.

"Now the auction of the first strange object is started. This is a black book with unique materials, with only more than twenty pages, but the content on it is mysterious and obscure, and even a high-level monk in the Golden Elixir stage cannot understand it. The starting price of this object is two hundred spirit stones."

With the introduction of the fat-faced monk, two beautiful and elegant female cultivators soon brought a box made of transparent crystals.

There is a shabby black book in the box with a lot of dirt on it, which is obviously a long time ago.

"The price of two hundred spirit stones is starting now!"

The fat-faced monk also looked excited.

A black book that even the advanced Jindan stage monks can’t understand?

This immediately aroused the curiosity of the monks on the field, but many people were also hesitant and did not intend to take action.

Indeed, even high-level monks can't understand the content of the mantras, so there is even less hope for them, such low-level monks.

Many monks on the field tried to use their spiritual sense to visit them, but the transparent crystal box was obviously not an ordinary thing, and immediately isolated the spiritual sense of everyone on the field.

"I'll give out three hundred spirit stones!" Someone quickly offered a offer.

“Three hundred and fifty.”

The court was slightly calmed for a while, and someone raised the price.

A moment later, this unknown black book was praised to the level of a thousand spirit stones and was acquired by the Yuwen family in Kyoto.

Yang Fan did not participate, but his face showed a strange look and did not speak.

"The second strange object is a broken ancient armor with many mysterious runes on it, which are of unknown origin, but the material is quite hard. The spiritual weapons of the masters of the foundation-building stage cannot damage their penny. However, due to the incompleteness of the ancient armor, it cannot be used as a magic weapon."

"This broken ancient armor starts at 300 spirit stones, and now it starts to shoot."

The fat-faced monk's face blushed and waved his hand hard.

"Five Hundred Spirit Stones!" A master of the foundation-building stage began to increase the price.

Yang Fan looked at the broken ancient armor for a moment, and his face showed a strange look.

Due to the transparent crystal, other people's spiritual senses cannot access the body of ancient armor.

But Yang Fan is different. He can enter the omniscient mode and observe in a very subtle way.

"One Thousand Spirit Stones!"

In a short while, the armor-breaking piece was raised to the price of a thousand spirit stones, and its value continued to rise.

Obviously, the monks on the field understood that the broken ancient armor material was so hard that even if it was not a strange thing, just by remelting them with these materials, they could completely refine new magic weapons.

"One thousand five hundred spirit stones!"

"One thousand eight hundred!"

"two thousand!"

The broken ancient armor materials attracted the few masters of weapon refining on the field.

"Two thousand three hundred!"

"Three Thousand Spirit Stones!!!"

Suddenly, a slightly hot voice came, shocking the audience.

Everyone looked at each other and said a strong and horned man with a sturdy body. His muscles were abrupt and powerful, and there was a faint sense of explosive power.

The most obvious thing is his hands, which are very large and rough, almost twice as big as ordinary people's hands, like a palm-leaf fan, which is daunting.

"Tiemoshan is actually him... the most famous weapon refining master in Kyoto."

Tiemo Mountain! Master of weapon refining!

Yang Fan couldn't help but look at the bearded man with a few more glances and found that the other party had extremely deep cultivation and had a terrifying physical force on his body. He was probably an expert who entered the foundation-building stage.

Three Thousand Spirit Stones!

The audience was sensational and then returned to peace.

The weapon refiner took action, and even if some people still had the intention of competing, they would give in.

So, this broken ancient armor was obtained by this weapon refiner.

"Hurry! Take the ancient armor and let me see..."

A spark of excitement flashed in Tiemoshan's eyes.

Soon a monk, under the protection of his guard, delivered the things to the hands of the weapon refining master.

"Yes, this material is really rare, so hard..."

Tiemoshan stroked the texture on the ancient armor and couldn't put it down. Then he happily paid for the spirit stone on the spot.

Three thousand spirit stones pushed the auction to another climax.

Then, two or three strange things were auctioned in succession, all of which were sold at incredible prices.

"The next thing is a strange thing, this is a pair of weird boots, with unknown materials and a bit worn. The strange thing about this boot is that whenever there is a strong wind, you can hear a strange "cry" sound."

The fat-faced monk said with a plain face.

Everyone looked sideways and saw that the shoes were very worn, the materials were a little soft, but they didn't look a little spiritual.

"The price starts at one hundred spirit stones." said the fat-faced monk.

"At first glance, I thought this thing was the legendary 'Wind Boot', but 'Wind Boot' is not of this color."

Someone laughed.

"Wind Boots? That is the legendary powerful auxiliary magic weapon, which can speed up the monks by nearly twice the speed, and can even trigger a storm. Can this thing in front of you be comparable to this one at this time?"

"I guess this thing may be a copy of the 'Wind Boot', but it was damaged during the battle and the spirit of the weapon was annihilated."

"My fellow Taoist said it well. The key to this type of magic weapon is the spirit of the weapon and formation. Now the materials are also damaged, so it probably has no value."

The price starts for a while, but no one wants it.

"One Hundred and Twenty Spirit Stones."

A moment later, a slightly hesitant voice came.

Everyone looked sideways and saw that the one holding the sign was Kyoto's No. 1 Legendary Pharmacist.

Yang Fan raised the sign and offered a low price of 120.

One hundred and twenty, this is probably the lowest price at this auction.

"Are there any other fellow Taoists who have increased their prices?"

The fat-faced monk was a little unwilling.

One hundred and twenty spirit stones were really low, but he had no choice. The pair of broken boots looked like that, and they were even damaged.

After inspecting for a while, all he saw was a sarcastic look. The fat-faced monk said helplessly: "Since that's the case, these boots will belong to Doctor Yang."

After saying that, he smiled at Yang Fan.

He has long heard of the name of the number one miracle doctor in Kyoto.

Yang Fan smiled and asked the monks who were responsible for the service to buy talismans and these boots to send them together, and happily paid for the spirit stones.

Yang Fan received the third-level talisman "Bingyun Huanshan" into the storage bag, but looked at the pair of broken boots in his hand.

Although the boot is very worn and a little dark, Yang Fan can tell that it should have been silver.
To be continued...