Chapter 450 Treasure Pavilion

Huangfu Yuran waved to the hawker, and the hawker came over with sugar-coated haws and said with a smile on his face, "Sister, would you like two strings of sugar-coated haws?"

Huangfu Yuran nodded, reached out to pick two strings of sugar-coated haws, threw a piece of silver to the hawker, and pulled Ma Ran away in the hawker's gratitude.

handed a bunch of sugar-coated haws to Ma Ran and said, "This is my favorite food when I was a child... It's just that the passage of time has passed, and I can't eat the original feeling."

Ma Ran nodded thoughtfully, looked at Huangfu Yuran's slightly tall back, and asked softly, "Brother Feiyu... Are you leaving soon?"

"Hmm?" Huangfu Yuran turned around doubtfully, looked at Ma Ran's delicate little face with reluctance, and smiled and said, "Who said I was leaving soon? Isn't it the Spring Festival? You should be happy. All right, let's go. Let's go to Baizhen Pavilion.

When the two appeared at the gate of Baizhen Pavilion again, they stopped and went straight in. The two people guarding the door did not dare to stop Huangfu Yuran from wearing bright clothes. People who can wear this kind of clothes are either rich or noble, which is not something they can provoke.

Baizhen Pavilion is indeed a high-end trading place. As soon as Huangfu Yuran came in, a clerk greeted him and shouted, "Two guests, do you have anything to buy?" Coming to Baizhen Pavilion is nothing more than buying and selling some rare treasures.

Huangfu Yuran narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head to look at the dazzling array, and asked, "I heard that there is another auction today. I don't know if it's over? Where is the venue again?

When the man heard that he was going to participate in the auction, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a smile, "Do you have a VIP card from Baizhen Pavilion?" You need our VIP card at Baizhen Pavilion to participate in the auction.

Huangfu shook his head. He didn't know what the so-called VIP card was and had never participated in an auction. Seeing Huangfu Yuran shaking his head, the clerk smiled awkwardly and said, "Then I'm sorry, guest officer, you can't participate in the auction without a VIP card."

Huangfu Yuran nodded and asked casually, "I'm here to sell things. You can find someone who knows the goods and have a look. I think there are more people who know the goods at the auction."

The man's eyebrows shrugged, and there was still a habitual smile on his face. He bowed and asked, "But I don't know what the guest officer is going to do?" It's easy to find a special master to appreciate it for you.

Huangfu Yuran also knew that this was his rule, so he didn't say anything more and took out a pearly sword. He smiled and said, "This sword... I don't know if anyone can identify it?"

The guy is also a bright-eyed person. He can see at a glance that the sword is extraordinary, and the shining gem on the scabbard is already valuable. He bowed quickly and said, "Sarest, please wait a moment. The little one is going to invite the shopkeeper to come out and see you." After saying that, he turned around and trotted away.

After the man left, someone came to serve tea. It seems that this Baizhen Pavilion also treats guests with three or six degrees. Sitting on the master's chair, tasting the fragrant tea in his hand and looking at Ma Ran with a curious face, Huangfu Yuran sighed softly. Unexpectedly, he had to sell weapons for money. Huangfu Yuran never disdained to do it, but now he has done it.

After a while, the man came out with a middle-aged man. When the middle-aged man saw Huang Fu Yuran's eyes, he hugged his fist and said, "Good night. I'm Hu Wancai, the shopkeeper of this Baizhen Pavilion. I've been waiting for a long time."

Huangfu Yuran didn't want to lose his etiquette. He put down the tea, stood up and saluted and said, "Shopkeeper Hu, please. I want to sell a small object, but I can't participate in the auction without the VIP card of Baizhen Pavilion. I don't know..."

"Well... I heard that the young hero is going to sell a sword. I don't know if I can let Hu see it?" Hu Wancai did not explicitly say whether he could participate in the auction. He just said that he wanted to see the sword. If it was just Fanpin's store, it could be bought.

Huangfu Yuran turned over and took out the pearly sword again and handed it directly to Hu Wancai. He didn't say much, and the meaning was already obvious.

When Hu Wan saw the long sword, his eyes were the same as the clerk's. He trembled and grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled it out hard. Hearing the crisp sound of the sword, the air temperature around it dropped in an instant.

Hu Wancai's body was so excited that he quickly returned the long sword to Huangfu Yuran and asked in a low voice, "Is the young hero a true practice? This sword is not ordinary..."

Huangfu Yuran just nodded gently. Hu Wancai turned around and walked upstairs. At the same time, he bowed down and said, "Young man, please. Hu will take you to the auction house."

Huangfu Yuran smiled and stretched out her hand to take Ma Ran's little hand to follow, but Ma Ran, the little girl, was still in a daze and had not recovered.

The auction house is on the third floor of Baizhen Pavilion. It is said that the auction is nothing more than a relatively large trading place. As long as it is valuable here, you can bid for it. Of course, the rule is still determined by the owner of this thing. Generally, the price is high.

When I got to the door of a room on the third floor, I heard the sound of bidding inside before I entered the door. It seemed that there might be something good. Manager Hu stopped outside the door for a moment and waited until the noise inside subsided before pushing the door in.

The room that had been calmed down boiled again the moment the shopkeeper Hu entered. This shocked Huangfu Yuran and Ma Ran behind the shopkeeper Hu. I don't know why.

The shopkeeper Hu raised his hand and pressed it down, cleared his throat and said, "In this month's auction, I don't know if you have bought what you want? It doesn't matter if you don't buy it. This month, our store will no longer auction anything. Instead, there is a young man who has something to auction. With that, he led Huangfu Yuran behind him out.

When Huangfu Yuran stood up, he instantly attracted a burst of boos. Just because of Huangfu Yuran's handsome appearance, he looked like a rich man. After a long silence, a loud voice shouted, "Son, what are you going to auction? Take it out and open your eyes. Let's estimate the price, isn't it?

Huangfu Yuran curled the corners of his mouth, turned his head to look at the shopkeeper Hu, and took out a long sword behind his left hand. When the sword was taken out, there was another sigh, and the shopkeeper Hu beside him was also stunned there, because it was not the sword he had just seen.

In the surprised eyes of Mr. Hu, and in the doubtful eyes of others, Huangfu Yuran gently pulled out the quaint sword, took it in his hand and gently wiped it and said, "Songwen Guding Sword, a lower treasure." Huangfu Yuran disdains the introduction of the long sword, because the real practitioners do not look at the appearance.

Huangfu Yuran's voice fell, and he heard a whisper from the whole room. Huangfu Yuran did not disturb them, but gently put the sword into the scabbard and waited patiently for these people to give a price.

After a long time, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes stood up and asked, "You just said that this sword is a lower treasure. What is the specific function of it?"

Huangfu Yuran raised his eyebrows slightly, and his wrist shook gently. The pine-patterned Guding sword in the scabbard flew out of the scabbard and looked at the hanging in front of Huangfu Yuran. At this time, the pine-patterned ancient sword did not have the simple atmosphere at all. The light of the sword swallowed by the tip of the sword and the purple light emitted from the sword made people shudder.

Taking back the sword, Huangfu Yuran said lightly: "The so-called treasure weapon, only practitioners can exert his real power. This pine-patterned ancient sword is simple and thick, but it does not lose its sharpness. It is natural to pour the broken copper and iron into it. There are also practitioners here. I won't say much about the preciousness of the treasure. Let's bid.

The middle-aged man who just stood up did not seem to be a true practice. He turned his head and asked the person next to him softly, "Is this sword really as divine as he said? It doesn't look good either!"

The person who was asked seemed to want to behave himself. He nodded and said with light in his eyes, "Well, there are not many treasures in the world of cultivation now. This sword... Looking at the hand he showed just now, it is indeed a treasure!"

"Five thousand taels!" After listening to the man's explanation, the middle-aged man shouted out without thinking about it. Since the practitioners are flocking to it, it is a wise choice to spend some money to buy it.

This five thousand taels sounded like a calm lake and suddenly smashed into a stone, which suddenly detonated the atmosphere of the room. Huangfu Yuran's eyes also slowly narrowed. He thought that the treasure might sell for thousands of taels, but he didn't expect the first bidder to shout out the price of 5,000 taels.

But this is not the end, it's just the beginning. In a hustle and bustle, the sword was sold to the price of 18,000 taels. It seems that the first middle-aged man to shout out 5,000 taels is bound to get this sword, and the price is directly shouted by him from 15,000 taels to 18 thousand taels.

There was temporary tranquility in the room. Everyone looked at Huangfu Yuran. Now that they have come out, they are waiting for Huangfu Yuran to make a decision.

Huangfu Yuran squeezed his lips and whispered, "This is yours..." He stretched out his hand and threw the sword at the middle-aged man. After the sword got rid of his hand, he slowly floated to the middle-aged man, but stopped strangely when he arrived.

The middle-aged man took the sword with both hands, took out a ladle of silver tickets from his arms and handed them to Huangfu Yuran, and happily pushed the door and left. Huangfu Yuran turned his hand to Ma Ran beside him without looking at the silver ticket and said loudly, "There is still a weapon here..."

Before Huangfu Yuran finished his words, he felt something was wrong. The original noisy scene suddenly calmed down and gave Huangfu Yuran's surprised eyes one by one, as if he were looking at a monster. Of course, there were some expectations.