Heavenly God Mnemonic

The crimson ancient scorpion was silent for a while, and it also felt wronged. With its appetite, it is not a problem to eat three hundred catties a day. It is also considered that this human being seems to be very poor, and this is reduced to one hundred catties, who knows one hundred catties Can't afford it.

"How about fifty catties? No matter how little it is, it will be meaningless. Now my strength is waning every day, and I have to continue tonic to maintain it. Fifty catties is the minimum. If I can have 100 catties, I Only by slowly recovering his strength." Gu Xie's eyes darkened a lot, he was obviously disappointed, and said slowly.

Yang Qingxuan thought for a while, and sighed: "It's not that I won't give you, but that I really don't have so much money. When I go to the canyon this time, I will promise you again if the supply is sufficient."

Even if it is fifty catties, if you go to the chamber of commerce to buy it, it will cost one hundred thousand spiritual stones. One day's consumption of one hundred thousand spirit stones is not something he can bear.

Knowing this, I really regret not being in the confinement place. Collecting the endless mysterious thorns is equivalent to raising a desolate beast of the Great Perfection of Nirvana in captivity. It is not walking sideways in this ancient battlefield.

Moreover, Yang Qingxuan was also extremely depressed. According to legend, the stars were all powerful and protected the Holy Lord free of charge, and the three stars he received, one was the remnant soul, and the weak one would be annihilated at any time; the other was a little girl, where can I order? One is a sick rice seedling, lying in the star ring all day and degenerating, what are these...

He had a black line on his face, followed Song Lu and Ziyuan for a stroll absently, but he didn't find any good things he wanted to buy.

After all, with the exception of the Chamber of Commerce, all of the children with experience and training are poor, and they all have a bitter face, looking at the martial artists in the past, hoping to stop in front of their booth.

The good things you really need are all in the counter of the Chamber of Commerce, and they are not much cheaper than usual.

Suddenly, Xiaoxian’s voice sounded in the hall, her sweet voice full of charm, and she said softly: "My friends, thank you for coming to the trade fair jointly sponsored by the five major chambers of commerce, Qufeng, Sifeng, Asakusa, Minghai, and Baixing. Next, the five major chambers of commerce will jointly put up seven items for auction, in return for your care for us over the years."

There was an immediate commotion in the hall, and the stall owners all put away their things and gathered on the high platform where Xiao Xian was.

Xiao Xian smiled lightly, her eyes flowed, and she moved a step to her side. Immediately, a beautifully dressed maid dragged a silver plate and walked out from behind, nodding to everyone with a smile.

"The first item is three water spirit pills. This is the most cost-effective pill for resisting waste gas. One pill will protect you from waste gas for half a month. It is an essential medicine for dangerous tasks." Xian lifted the red cover on the silver plate and showed everyone with a smile.

"Shui Ling Dan is good, but we have no spare money to waste on this kind of thing."

"The waste gas invades into the body. It will be fine for a long time to meditate and adjust the interest rate. Why waste money to buy this."

"If you are afraid of waste gas entering your body, you will not be able to resist the basic waste gas, and you don't need to experience it."

The audience babbled and said with a deep sarcasm, obviously not interested in this thing.

"Ten thousand middle-grade spirit stones."

"Twenty thousand."

"Thirty thousand."

The sparse quotations sounded, all hesitated and didn't have much energy.

"fifty thousand."

The price suddenly jumped up by a square, causing many people to look back and look at the person who offered the price with a contemptuous look.

Yang Qingxuan was also very surprised, because the quotation was Ziyuan, he asked: "What's the use of this thing?"

Zi Yuan's beautiful eyes blinked and said seriously: "Shui Ling Pill can resist waste gas because it can maintain the moisture in the body to a reasonable balance. Its real purpose is not to resist waste gas, but to moisturize. Especially in the harsh environment of the ancient battlefield, it is a very rare skin care product and is excellent for the skin."

Yang Qingxuan only felt a choking in his throat and could not speak, "..."

Song Lu was also full of black lines, looking at Ziyuan's delicate face and delicate white skin, he couldn't help feeling contemptuous in his heart, and thought to himself: "It turns out that it's a man, Yang Qingxuan is with this person, maybe... "

When I thought of this, my whole body was shocked, and there were a lot of goose bumps. I immediately moved a step aside, trying to stay away from these two people.

"Seven thousand."

Another clear voice sounded, and everyone looked at it. She was a young woman in red, with a delicate appearance, with a neat ponytail behind her head.

Zi Yuan thought for a while and exclaimed, "One hundred thousand."

The woman's face sank, she glared over and said loudly, "One hundred fifty thousand."

With a sneer at the corner of Zi Yuan's mouth, she also responded to the woman's murderous gaze, stretched out two fingers, and said, "Two hundred thousand."

The woman surrounded three men, all of them changed their expressions instantly, glaring at Ziyuan, one of them shouted: "You are a man, what water spirit pills are you grabbing from the big girl's house!"

Zi Yuanying smiled and said: "What's wrong with men? Men don't want to keep water and moisturize their skin, okay?"

"puff!"

The men spouted blood on the spot.

A strange feeling spread among the crowd, Xiao Xian also looked at Zi Yuan with a smile in her eyes, as if she had already seen everything.

The woman with the ponytail was also so angry, she glared at her with gritted teeth and stomped her feet. Buying three water spirit pills for two hundred thousand spirit stones is almost close to the normal price.

In the end, the woman gave up, her face sullen and silent.

Xiaoxian smiled slightly and clapped her hands: "Congratulations to the pretty boy for taking three water spirit pills."

Yang Qingxuan smiled bitterly and shook his head. With the spirit stones on him, he immediately stepped forward, handed over the spirit stones and items, and returned to the original place.

Everyone looked at him with a strange smell, and some people laughed ambiguously.

The next few auction items are all very practical items, including a regenerating pill, which was auctioned away for 400,000 yuan. The fierce competition is a pill that can improve skill, and it was stolen. The price of two million.

Yang Qingxuan was also ready to move about the pill to improve his strength, but he was already the original Wu Dazhuang, and the increase in skill would not be too much, and the price was unbearable, so he could only give up.

But the last lot caught his eye at once, and his figure was stiff.

It was a small yellow flag with scarlet lines looming on it, very delicate, lying on the tray, full of agility.

Zi Yuan noticed his strangeness, and said in surprise: "Do you know this flag?"

Yang Qingxuan looked solemn and shook his head lightly. He didn't know him, but he had only seen it. In the iron box Lu Jiangpeng gave him, there was a small flag like this, which looked exactly the same.