Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

There was a hint of calmness and prudence in his voice, and a witty gleam in his eyes.

Although Ximen Zhi was dissatisfied, he also realized the seriousness of the situation and could only nod reluctantly.

He sat back down and took a deep breath, trying to calm down the displeasure in his heart.

In this auction house full of mystery and ancient atmosphere, Lin Fan tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart and calmly asked the waiter: "How to sell tea?"

The waiter seemed to be used to such questions, and his answer was mechanical and quick: "A 100-medium-grade spiritual stone. Teas include Tieguanyin, jasmine, chrysanthemum, Longjing, and mountain oolong. No matter what kind of tea, it is Tongsou." Wu Qi, one of the 100 middle-grade spiritual stones! What kind of tea do you two want to drink?"

This sentence seems to have become his mantra, and every word seems so skillful and clear.

After hearing this, Lin Fan took a deep breath and tried to calm down: "Bring me a pot of chrysanthemum tea. Recently, my urine has been yellow and the fire is strong. I want to defeat the fire."

He tried his best to keep his voice calm, but it was not difficult to see a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Ximen Zhi heard from the side that a pot of tea cost 100 medium-grade spiritual stones, and he felt quite unsatisfied. If Lin Fan hadn't been there to hold him back, he might have stood up and argued with the waiter again.

He complained: "Brother, this store is definitely a black shop. We didn't do anything and just spent 400 medium-grade spiritual stones." His voice was full of resentment.

Lin Fan shook his head gently and responded in a low voice: "Now is not the time to argue. We have to be careful."

There was a thoughtful light in his eyes, as if he was weighing more important things.

The waiter took the spirit stone and turned around to prepare tea.

His movements were skillful and quick, and he was obviously used to the rules here and the reactions of the guests.

Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi sat at the table in the corner, observing their surroundings with complicated emotions.

The atmosphere in the auction house was still oppressive and mysterious, and low voices of discussion came from not far away from time to time. exist

In this environment, Lin Fan was full of vigilance. He knew that in a place like this, any small move could lead to unpredictable consequences.

After a while, the waiter brought over two pots of chrysanthemum tea.

Lin Fan grabbed the busy waiter and asked in a low voice about the specific process of buying and selling items here.

After hearing this, the waiter didn't hesitate at all. He pulled up a stool and sat down next to Lin Fan, his eyes showing a hint of confidence that he was familiar with the rules here.

"At first glance, you guys are new here."

The waiter's tone was a bit teasing, as if he was a little amused by the new customer's confusion.

"Look at the small house on the left. It is the place where items for sale are registered. It is responsible for appraising and appraising your items. Look at the house on the right. It is the place where items for bidding are registered. It is responsible for issuing number plates to you."

He pointed to the two small houses around him and explained them one by one.

After saying this, the waiter stood up and hurriedly went to greet the other guests, leaving Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi to look at each other, with a hint of understanding flashing in their eyes.

Lin Fan told Ximen to stay where he was and waited, while he quickly walked towards the small house on the left.

He walked on the stone paved path, with ancient wooden buildings on both sides, exuding a calm atmosphere.

His steps were firm, but his heart was full of curiosity and expectation.

He was curious about how this mysterious auction house operated, and he was also thinking about what kind of rewards he would get if he really sold items here.

Lin Fan walked into this simple and simple hut, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the two figures in the house.

A gray-haired old man sat behind a wooden table, his eyes were deep, revealing a calm temperament.

Next to him, an energetic young man was busy registering. His movements were agile and orderly, and he seemed to be quite skilled in his work.

Lin Fan carefully took out an eighth-level Qi refining demonic beast inner elixir from his arms and handed it to the white-haired old man.

He was full of expectations, but at the same time he was also a little nervous, not knowing what this seemingly experienced old man would say about his items.

The old man took the inner elixir and observed it carefully, but soon there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

There was a hint of impatience in his voice: "The demonic beast inner elixir in the Qi refining stage, are these things also being put up for auction?"

As he spoke, there was a chill in his eyes, which made Lin Fan feel uncomfortable.

Although the old man looked kind-hearted, his words made people feel callous.

He looked at Lin Fan and his tone became even colder: "If you have any good stuff, bring it out. If you don't have anything good, don't waste your time here."

These words made Lin Fan feel a little embarrassed and unhappy, but he did not flinch.

Lin Fan took a deep breath and tried his best to stay calm.

He knew that in this auction house, every item had its own value and status, but the demonic beast inner elixir in his hand obviously failed to arouse the old man's interest.

Lin Fan expressionlessly took out two pieces of golden python skin from the package. His movements were slow and steady, as if he was silently expecting the old man's reaction.

When the two pieces of python skin were displayed in front of the old man, the old man's eyes immediately lit up and he stared at the python skin closely, revealing his strong interest.

This look made Lin Fan's heart move, and he realized that the python skin of the golden python was definitely a precious treasure.

He quietly observed the old man's reaction, and the tension in his heart gradually turned into anticipation for the result.

The old man took the python skin and carefully explored the texture of the leather with his hands. His movements seemed professional and careful.

He felt the thickness and elasticity of the python skin with his hands, then leaned closer and sniffed gently with his nose.

Every movement seemed so focused and serious, as if they were having a silent dialogue with the two pieces of python skin.

Then, the old man took a deep breath, a hint of appreciation and satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

There was a kind of excitement that could not be concealed in his tone: "Good stuff. This skin comes from the golden python! It can prevent scratches by weapons below the magic weapon. For junior monks, it is the best defensive equipment!"

His words were full of affirmation of the value of this python skin.

The old man continued: "Moreover, these two pieces of python skin are well made and exquisite, and they are of the highest quality!"

His eyes were still fixed on the python skin, and his fingers gently rubbed the leather surface, seeming to admire the delicacy and perfection of the leather.

Lin Fan felt happy when he heard the old man's comment, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

He knew that the two golden python skins were not only extraordinary in material value, but also in their unique status in this mysterious auction house.

A trace of pride flashed in his eyes, and he was also full of expectations for this transaction.

Lin Fan asked cautiously: "So, what is the estimated value of these two pieces of python skin?"