Chapter 22 Xun'er (probe): We meet again! 【Please fern! 】
Under the somewhat excited eyes of Master Gu Ni, Mr. Yao told the Temir Chamber of Commerce about the carriage storing the remaining nine yellow-level low-level fighting weapons, and at the same time left the Temir Auction House with four black cards and five purple cards. .
With a little money, Mr. Yao took Jiang Lin to visit the market in Wutan City again, ready to see if there were any herbal magic cores and materials that caught his eye.
Mr. Yao stopped at a stall. He picked up a bloody magic core from a pile of rusty iron pieces on the stall, and then bargained with the stall owner. At this time, Jiang Lin just glanced at a piece of iron on the stall curiously. Mr. Yao didn't even think about it and said directly to the stall owner: "This first-order magic core is only five hundred and fifty, but you have to Send me some materials as compensation.”
The stall owner smiled and said: "You tell me first."
Mr. Yao took a look at the stall owner's tattered antiques and pointed out some of the expensive ones. The stall owner shook his head quickly.
Seemingly seeing that Mr. Yao was a little impatient, the stall owner said at a loss of whether to laugh or cry: "Looking at your clothes, you are from a wealthy family, why bother here? Your eyesight is so good. The few treasures in my stall are all I’ve been targeted by you, how can this be possible? Can you please take this small item?”
Mr. Yao looked impatient and grabbed two or three pieces of rusty iron. He was about to ask what they were: "Are you planning to fool me with this?"
The stall owner smiled and said: "Boss, this is an antique. Do you understand? What if the price increases at some point?"
If it were any other kid, the stall owner would be angry now. He was a three-star fighting master no matter what, but facing Mr. Yao, he still felt a little nervous inside. His intuition from having been in the world for many years told him that the person in front of him was better than He is much more powerful.
Mr. Yao glanced at the stall owner indifferently, then grabbed a few pieces of iron again, "Tell me, when will the value of this antique increase?"
"Mr. Yao, the auction time is coming." Jiang Lin reminded him at the right time.
Mr. Yao looked at the iron pieces in his hand, then grabbed a few more pieces, threw a bag of gold coins to the stall owner, and turned around to leave while the stall owner's face twitched slightly.
"I'm too lazy to be stubborn for you."
After Mr. Yao and Mr. Yao left, the stall owner took out a handful of iron pieces from the cloth bag behind his back and placed them in their original position with a normal expression.
On the other side, Mr. Yao, who was walking towards the Temir auction house, looked at a rusty iron piece in his hand, then handed it to Jiang Lin and said, "Can't you see any difference?"
Jiang Lin was a little ashamed of this: "Mr. Yao, you believe in my intuition so much? You show that you believe in yourself more than I do."
He just vaguely felt that the "color" of the iron piece was a little different, that's all, and then Mr. Yao took it down directly.
"I have nothing to teach you, but I hope you will learn to trust your own intuition." Mr. Yao shook his head and said in a faint tone.
"Let's talk about other things back to Qingshan Town." Although Mr. Yao is not as spiritually strong as Jiang Lin, he has rich experience.
"Okay." Jiang Lin looked at the iron piece in his hand and didn't see any clue, so he gave up.
Hearing what Mr. Yao said, Jiang Lin couldn't help but think of his mother in his memory.
The fact that Mr. Yao was able to act more confidently in his intuition than Jiang Lin himself could only mean that Mr. Yao had seen this kind of thing before.
In other words, spiritual superhumanity is the talent of people like Jiang Lin?
In this way, Jiang Lin followed Mr. Yao to the semi-monthly official auction at the crowded Temir Auction House with his heart in mind.
The auction house specially prepared masks and black cloaks for everyone participating in the auction.
"For the sake of safety, we will prepare masks and cloaks for solo travelers. If you two have identity concerns, the auction house does not object to you two covering your appearance." The staff explained to them.
Mr. Yao and Jiang Lin looked at each other. Jiang Lin shrugged and said helplessly: "Do we need to be targeted?" Mr. Yao smiled. They really had no concerns in this regard, so they declined the staff's kindness. , directly entered the extremely spacious arc-shaped auction room inside.
There were some people hiding their heads and tails in the auction house, but more people appeared confidently.
Mr. Yao took Jiang Lin to a step in the middle with few people, then sat down and waited quietly for the auction to start.
There are also private rooms in the Temir Auction House, but you need to have a certain level of strength to enjoy them. Mr. Yao can choose to have one, but they are not afraid of meeting people, and Mr. Yao’s main purpose is to bring Jiang Lin out to see the world, hiding in What's going on in a small room?
It's like you agreed to go on a trip, and then you played games in the hotel for a few days? What does this sound like?
After waiting for almost ten minutes, there was a bang, and the interior of the auction house suddenly went dark. Then several lights appeared, illuminating the high platform in front of the audience. In the center of the high platform, a graceful cheongsam figure appeared at some point. beauty.
"Welcome, friends, to the Temir family's auction house. I am Yafei, the host of this auction." Yafei, who was still a little green, stood on the high platform, accepting all kinds of unclear looks in front of her. , suppressing the tension in his heart, he spoke dignifiedly.
"I received a short notice today that this auction may have unexpected surprises for everyone~" Yafei's voice is like a little cat tickling you gently in your heart, which makes people feel itchy.
"Here is the first auction item: the magic core of the third-level wind magic beast Qingfeng Diao."
As an auction held every half a month, the quality of the auction items is naturally much higher.
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"Are you interested?" Mr. Yao asked.
Jiang Lin shook his head: "No need."
Then the two quietly watched other people bid.
"The second auction item: Wood-type yellow-level intermediate skill, Changchun Kung Fu!"
"Seven thousand!"
"Eight thousand!"
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Seeing this technique, Jiang Lin's eyes couldn't help but become distracted. It stands to reason that a fighter cannot practice fighting qi skills before, but he can practice the fire-forging technique. No, it should be said that the fire-forging technique can be practiced at the fighting qi stage, laying a foundation for others!
In this way, the Huang-level intermediate fire-forging technique does not seem to be as simple as Mr. Yao said. The level is not high, but what if this level is just suitable for Dou Qi beginners to gain the basics?
‘Go back and ask about this, how many things did your mother leave for Mr. Yao?’ Just when Jiang Lin was distracted, a voice suddenly interrupted his thinking and brought his thoughts back to reality.
"Brother Xiao Yan, look, there is room there!"
"It's okay, it's okay! I was almost late, and now it's the second one? It's okay, okay!"
Jiang Lin turned around and glared at Xiao Yan, who was sitting next to him.
Xiao Xun'er poked her head out from behind Xiao Yan and smiled cutely: "Huh? We meet again!"
(End of chapter)