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Chapter 97: Divine Skills Don't Come in a Day(2/2)

"Well, take me there on Tianjin No. 13." Ling Ye said calmly.

After hearing this, Xiaoqi thought to herself: It turns out that people should not behave like a person. Unexpectedly, they are actually Tianjin Guests, and they must serve them attentively.

"Young Master, please come with me." Xiao Qi was busy leading the way.

The auction was held in a large underground auction venue. The venue was still a common circular design in the auction venue. Sixty-four illuminated lights made the underground venue bright like daytime.

There are four floors on the upper and lower floors, and the bottom floor is an ordinary seat, the second floor is a golden VIP seat, which has a teahouse, and the third floor is a platinum VIP seat with separate compartments and service staff.

The fourth floor Tianjin VIP seat also has a compartment waiter. The difference is that the inner part is divided into two compartments inside and outside, separated by glass curtains. The outer part is a table and a large and comfortable chair. The inner part is a soft double bed. If you are tired, you can lie on the bed and rest, which shows that Jubao Pavilion is also unique intent.

When Ling Ye came in, he saw the appearance of the single room and thought Xiaoqi had brought the wrong place.

After a little embarrassed, he leaned down on the big chair beside the bed, looking down at the shadows. When he walked into the auction venue, Ling Ye felt several different mental detections sweeping by. Needless to say, they were all powerful people who defended the auction.

Xiao Qi was placing various spiritual fruit and spirit cakes. After everything was done, she stood aside and waited for Ling Ye to speak.

After a while, Ling Ye was not used to standing like this, so he casually pointed to the chair beside him and said, "Sit down."

After hearing this, Xiaoqi slowly sat on it.

and

A woman with a cheongsam with a high slit was walking out of the auction table in the venue below. The woman was Xun Yue. As soon as Xun Yue walked onto the stage, there were quite a few calls.

"The auction of Jubao Pavilion Gengshen year officially began. Hello, all the guests, I am the auctioneer Xiaoyue. Xiaoyue hosted the auction of 88 items in this event. I won't say much about the other things. The auction rules are the same. Those with the highest price will not be allowed to bid maliciously. If you are discovered by Jubao Pavilion, you will know the consequences." Xun Yue's clear voice was expanded by the amplification stone and echoed in the venue, and the venue also became quiet.

Xun Yue looked at the figures around him and then said, "Please give the first item in this game, the fourth-level spiritual medicine, the Sihun Tianxin Begonia."

The people in the seats in the audience were shocked after hearing the fourth-grade spiritual medicine. Although there was a discussion, they were not strong. It is not that the fourth-grade "Shun Tianxin Begonia" was not good, but most people present didn't know what it was, they only knew it was a spiritual medicine, so the response was not big.

After listening to it, Ling Ye had found the relevant records of "Sihun Tianxin Begonia" in his mind.

The "Medicinal Spirit Sutra" records that the Sihun Tianxin Begonia, also known as the Haihun Refining Begonia, is the best flower of pure white, with a refreshing fragrance, which is a holy medicine to treat soul damage.

Ling Ye sat upright and watched the lot of red cloth rolling out from behind the scenes. If it was really the "Shun Tianxin Begonia", he would have to take a picture. Although he could not cure Lan Xiuxiu's soul injury in one go, he could nourish it. Such a magic medicine that can cure soul damage is hard to come by. Since it appears, how could he let it go?
Chapter completed!
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