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Linghe wiped a face, and the cockroach on the side moved away from sight.

"What's wrong? If the money is not enough, let's go and pick up two stones?" The opening of the monsoon smoke is unknown.

Linghe hurriedly shook his head, looking at the monsoon smoke without tears, and said the special auction method that the auctioneer said before.

The monsoon smoked his eyes and did not expect that the auction was so strange.

"I use money when I auction." The monsoon smoke and eyebrows are light and wrinkled, very sad.

Linghe has nothing to say.

The monsoon smoke looked at the red and bright blood of the auction tower, and the eyes almost lit green.

Due to the special auction method, the auction has not yet begun, and the auctioneer has given everyone a certain preparation time, so that they can think about the baby at the bottom of the box.

The monsoon smoke touched the chin, and if it was thoughtfully swept through the crowd, the other hand subconsciously touched the space jade soul.

Reasonable, her master and master left a lot of good things for her, and just took out one, they can suppress one of the immortals.

but……

Monsoon smoke is not too much to use the "heritage" of the two elderly people.

After touching it for a while, the monsoon smoke took out a slap in the space jade soul, and the mirror looked very bright. The back was made of special materials, which were divided into black and white, indicating the meaning of yin and yang. The gossip mirror looked at Linghe and looked at it: "Ling Brother, are you looking at things as treasures?"

Linghe glanced at the old mirror in the hand of the monsoon smoke, and the corner of his mouth was slightly twitching... But the other side was the monsoon smoke. He could only look at the face of the gossip mirror in his hand.

however……

"Miss, forgive me, your mirror... It’s really not with the treasures." Linghe carefully sent the gossip to the hands of the monsoon smoke.

The brow of the monsoon smoke is wrinkled, and looking at the gossip mirror in his hand is quite puzzled.

"Can't this gossip mirror?"

This is the artifact of her ancestors who suppressed the ghost king. She possessed the ability to photograph the soul and seal the soul. I didn’t know how many cultivators had broken the head for it. Although it was not used for many years, it was once a legend in the world of cultivation. !

Linghe did not understand what the "Bagua mirror" was. It was just looking at the small pattern of the monsoon smoke. I really couldn't bear to say that it was too hitting her.

The monsoon smoke does not believe in evil, but also took out a few magic weapons to cultivate the fairy world, but the treasures that have passed through the millennium have already fallen behind the signs of the years, no matter which looks slightly old, and there is no luxury. At the office.

Linghe really is a hard-headed scalp, one by one to veto the monsoon smoke.

The trick is to smother the monsoon smoke into a hole in the ice.

Just when the monsoon smoke was hit by the Linghe, the auction of the **** and exquisite tree was officially launched. The people who had already been swaying for a long time finally revealed their madness at this moment!

"The low price of the **** exquisite tree is a four-star artifact. Please raise the price with this." The auctioneer opened his mouth and killed a spoiler.

In this world, there are many artifacts, and each one is worthless. It is very human, and most of the big families will have one or two pieces of town artifacts, passed down from generation to generation. A symbol of the strength of the great family.