Farming in the Immortal Mansion

The whole place fell silent!

Han Junhong, the eldest son of the Han Xiuxian family, turned around and stared at Ye Ling, who was wearing a blue shirt and a hat covering his face, in the corner of the backyard.

"Who are you? Dare to bid with me? Are you tired of living?"

Han Junhong tried his best to emit the powerful consciousness of the ninth level of Qi training, but he could not detect the true face of Ye Ling in the hat, which made him even more angry.

Song Qiong was slightly worried, and her beautiful eyes looked around to see how many people from the Han Xiuxian family came for her master.

Others were afraid of the children of the Xiuxian family because the family behind them was powerful and had many followers, but Ye Ling didn't care at all!

Although he had never heard of the name of the eldest son of the Han family, Ye Ling had seriously injured Han Junxiong, the fourth son of the Han family, in the competition of the outer disciples of the Yaogu Sect, so he had a little impression of the Han family.

Ye Ling said coldly: "The rules of the Wanbao Pavilion auction are that the highest bidder wins! The price you offered is too low, you don't deserve to enjoy this thing."

Han Junhong's mouth twitched fiercely. No one had ever dared to ridicule him since he was a child. Han Junhong's face suddenly turned into the color of pig liver, and he shouted: "This young master offers 3,500 spirit stones!"

"Four thousand!" Ye Ling said indifferently. He must get what he has determined!

The whole audience was in an uproar! Hundreds of Qi training monks said in shock:

"Ah? In a blink of an eye, the price of the top-grade Fire Cloud Bow soared to 4,000 spirit stones!"

"Four thousand spirit stones is definitely a high price among the third-level top-grade products! This blue-shirted monk wearing a bamboo hat is really courageous!"

"Hehe, Young Master Han is completely silent. I guess he gave it up."

Sure enough, Han Junhong had a gloomy face, said nothing, and sat back suddenly.

The manager of Wanbao Pavilion said with a smile on his face: "Who wants to raise the price? If no one bids again, the Fire Cloud Bow and the eighteen flaming arrows will belong to this fellow Taoist in blue shirt!"

The hundreds of Qi training cultivators present had no objection, and no one could afford a higher price.

After a while, a waiter from Wanbao Pavilion held the storage bag containing the Fire Cloud Bow and the quiver and respectfully presented it to Ye Ling.

Ye Ling checked it with his spiritual sense, and in the envious eyes of everyone, he casually bid for forty medium-grade spirit stones, waved his sleeves, and handed them all over, and got the Fire Cloud Bow as he wished.

At this time, a whole set of third-grade top-quality equipment was placed on the auction platform. The manager of Wanbao Pavilion introduced them one by one: "A set of third-grade top-quality ice silk robes, a Lingyun amulet that can resist powerful attacks, and a Liuying belt that can resist four kinds of magic attacks: wind, fire, ice, and thunder. These three treasures are not sold separately. The starting price is 5,000 spirit stones!"

Everyone was shocked! Three top-quality items, this is the equipment that late-stage Qi training cultivators dream of, but when they heard the starting price of 5,000 spirit stones, they were all shocked. There were really not many people present who could take out so many spirit stones at once.

Han Junhong, the eldest son of the Han family, immediately made an offer: "This son offers 5,100 spirit stones!"

After that, Han Junhong turned back and glared at Ye Ling provocatively, with a bit of threat.

Ye Ling sneered in his heart, ignored it, and was about to make an offer.

Then a graceful female cultivator stood up in the front row and said in a delicate but arrogant voice: "Eight thousand spirit stones, I want them all!"

The audience booed again, staring at the female cultivator in the front row with wide eyes. Some even thought they had misheard and hurriedly asked the people around them.

"She has already bid 8,000 spirit stones so quickly! Is she crazy?"

"Brother, you are ignorant. This is the famous daughter of the Cao family, Cao Zhen, whose reputation is only second to Miss Lu of the Lu family, a great cultivator! She is the eldest sister of the Qi training disciples of the Yuxu Sect, and her cultivation has reached the great perfection of the Qi training stage! Even Mr. Han can't compare with her."

"So she is the proud daughter of the Yuxu Sect, Cao Zhen! Haha! This is called there is always someone stronger among the strong. Mr. Han is unlucky tonight."

Ye Ling vaguely heard people talking about it, and suddenly realized it, but the three top-grade equipment were placed on the high platform, how could he miss them!

Thinking of this, Ye Ling said coldly: "I'll offer 10,000 spirit stones!"

Song Qiong took a breath and stared at Ye Ling in a daze, thinking that the master was really rich. After rewarding her with 20,000 spirit stones, he was willing to bid with the children of the cultivator family.

The daughter of the Cao family in the front row was very angry. She slowly turned around, frowned slightly, and looked at the mysterious cultivator wearing a bamboo hat and a blue shirt in surprise. Finally, she couldn't help but ask: "What sect are you from? Which immortal family are you from? What's your intention to deliberately make things difficult for me?"

Ye Ling avoided answering and said lightly: "I'm not targeting you, and I'm not interested in you at all. I just like the third-level treasure at the auction! Haha."

Cao Zhen was so angry that her eyebrows were raised, her face was full of anger, and she glared at him fiercely, biting her silver teeth and said: "I offer 12,000 spirit stones! Do you dare to raise the price?"

"15,000!" Ye Ling said unceremoniously.

Cao Zhen's eyebrows were tightly knitted, as if she had encountered the greatest humiliation in her life and had to make peace with it. She pretended to be calm and shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you? There are not many people around Fengqiao Town who dare to go against me! Humph, I'll give you 18,000!"

Ye Ling smiled slightly, casually took out two dazzling high-grade spiritual stones from the storage bag, showed them, and said leisurely: "These two high-grade spiritual stones are equivalent to 20,000 first-grade ones! I will continue to bid! Haha, if Miss Cao is willing to compete, I will continue to accompany her. Of course, if Miss Cao offers a sky-high price that is beyond my reach, I will give it up. At that time, it will still be Miss Cao who suffers the most."

Ye Ling made his position clear and took the lead in being invincible. Regardless of whether he bids or not, he will not let Miss Cao have an easy time.

Cao Zhen's pretty face turned pale with anger. Now, she finally understands Han Junhong's suffering. Cao Zhen secretly thought: This mysterious monk in front of him must have an extraordinary origin! Otherwise, he would not dare to be so arrogant.

Thinking of this, Cao Zhen suppressed her anger and snorted coldly: "I'll give you the three top-quality equipment. I don't want them!"

Cao Zhen said she didn't want them, but in fact, she was looking at the three treasures such as the Lingyun Amulet with eager eyes. She watched these treasures being delivered to Ye Ling, which made her secretly angry and ordered her junior brothers and sisters from the Yuxu Sect to secretly monitor Ye Ling.

The auction continued, and the next few third-level top-quality equipment were almost all bought by Ye Ling, which made Cao Zhen and Han Junhong very angry.

Only when the magic tools were suitable for female cultivators, Ye Ling would encourage Song Qiong to bid, and they all successfully bid higher than Cao Zhen and were put into Song Qiong's pocket.