C642 Wave of consignment

After knocking over the Cold Tyrant Sword, Wu Hui's expression was casual as he turned and followed Xiao Jiu to the small door of the Treasure Pavilion.

Not long after Wu Hui entered, a peerless sovereign descended upon this place. Upon feeling this might, everyone outside the Treasure Pavilion trembled in fear and reverence.

A white figure appeared in front of Cold Tyrant Sword, this person was not very tall, and looked to be around thirty years of age. He had a refined appearance and an extraordinary bearing.

"Ba Jian, what's going on? Are you in trouble again? " man in white asked, as he understood his disciple's personality very well.

"Master, it's an injustice. You have to avenge your disciple." When the Cold Tyrant Sword saw him, it bowed its head and started bowing, with snot and tears all over its face.

"I sold the Purple Cloud Sword for Master, but just as I walked to the door, I was beaten up by that person." I sold the Purple Cloud Sword for Master, but just as I walked to the door, that person snatched it away.

Cold Tyrant Sword naturally had to speak up for themselves. Adding to the fact that he was indeed heavily injured, it caused the cold middle sword's face to turn slightly cold.

"Ba Jian, I know that you're exaggerating too much. However, someone from the same clan actually attacked so heavily. I'll ask for an explanation for you. Speak, who exactly is that person?" A cold light flashed through the eyes of the cold middle sword.

"This... I don't know his name either, but he is consigning items here in Treasure Pavilion. " The Cold Tyrant Sword pointed at Treasure Pavilion, a trace of malice rising in his face. With his master helping out, that brat's ending would definitely be even worse than his own.

"Let's go. I want to see who injured my disciple." The cold middle sword waved its sleeves, picked up the Cold Tyrant Sword, and also walked into the Treasure Pavilion's door.

In the Treasure Pavilion.

Wu Hui walked through the door and saw a big hall, the hall was not very big, it was only 100 meters square, at the side of the hall there was a counter, behind the counter there was a white haired old man.

The old man was in his sixties or seventies. He wore a white robe, and had a two-inch beard. His face was wrinkled, and he looked like an ordinary old man. However, Wu Hui was able to discern with a single glance that the old man was a 5-star Martial Emperor. Towards this kind of person, Wu Hui no longer had any fear in his heart. In a head-on confrontation, Wu Hui was already able to kill a five star Martial Emperor.

On the other side of the hall were five rooms. The doors were white, yellow, blue, black, and purple respectively. The doors were closed, and the words "Treasure Hall" were written on them.

"Senior, I want to sell something." Wu Hui came to the front of the white-haired old man's counter and said politely.

"Do you understand the rules of consignment?" The white-haired old man looked up at Wu Hui and asked casually.

Wu Hui's face froze for a moment, then shook his head: "Please give me your guidance, senior." It was Wu Hui's first time in the Treasure Pavilion, so how could he understand the rule of consignment?

Pow!

With a crisp sound, the white-haired old man took out a white board and placed it in front of Wu Hui. Above the whiteboard were written the words "Selling information", and below it were the rules.

"The items consigned for sale are worth a minimum of ten thousand Spirit Coin and the items consigned for sale are ten thousand to a hundred thousand Spirit Coin. They are identified in the white appraising room; one hundred thousand to a million Spirit Coin are identified in the yellow appraising room; one million to ten million Spirit Coin are identified in the blue appraising room; ten million to a hundred million Spirit Coin are identified in the black appraising room; one hundred million Spirit Coin are identified in the purple appraising room."

"Do you understand the rules here?" The two people in front of him looked to be extremely young, and the white-haired old man could tell that they were indeed of their age. It was already not bad for such a person to be able to take out ten thousand Spirit Coin s, since it would not even catch the attention of the white-haired old man.

"Mm, I understand." Wu Hui nodded, and turned to Xiao Jiu: "Come, Xiao Jiu, let's go to the purple appraising room." After he finished speaking, Wu Hui pulled Xiao Jiu and walked towards the purple room.

Before he had even taken a few steps, a figure appeared in front of Wu Hui, blocking his way.

"Brat, do you understand the rules written on the whiteboard?" The white-haired old man's face was filled with anger.

"Senior, junior understands." Wu Hui cupped his hands and said.

"You don't understand my ass! Other than the top treasures in the Martial Qi Continent, only treasures from other realms can be valuable. What do you have that is worth more than 100 million, I have to remind you, if the items you take out are not up to the amount specified, you will be punished by the Treasure Pavilion. " At this time, the white-haired old man had already made it clear that the opening of the purple treasure room corresponded to all sorts of Natural Oddities. He did not believe that a young person would take out such a valuable item.

"Senior, you don't have to worry about that." Wu Hui turned his body, went around the white-haired old man and continued walking towards the purple appraising room.

"Hmph, it really is like a newborn calf that isn't afraid of a tiger. There is a Martial Sovereign's appraiser in the purple treasure room, if you anger him, I think you would still be that confident?" Seeing that the other party was unwilling to listen to his kind words, the white-haired old man seemed even more disdainful as he muttered to himself in a low voice.

Seeing the two of them really walk into the purple appraising room, the white haired old man calculated in his heart that they would be chased out of the room by the Supreme Expert of Martial Sovereign in a few breaths' time.

This treasure room had restrictions that the white-haired old man was unable to inspect. However, his gaze was still focused on the purple door. When he came out, he would see how miserable he was.

At that moment, two people suddenly walked in from outside. The white-haired old man's expression immediately became respectful as he walked forward.

"Junior Liang Yunhai greets the Venerable Lord Swordmaster."

"Hmm? And the two young men who came in earlier? " The cold middle sword's gaze swept across and realized that there was no other existence. It turned to the five appraisal rooms at the side and asked Liang Yun Hai.

"They entered the purple treasure room." Leng Yunhai did not hide anything. Although he was the manager of the Treasure Pavilion, he was only at the Five-star Martial Monarch's level of cultivation, which was very different from One-star Martial Sovereign's cold middle sword.

"What!?" purple treasure room! " The cold middle sword's face changed slightly, there was some suspicion in her eyes, if that person really went to the purple appraising room to sell something, it would definitely be a priceless item, no matter who he was, he would be able to take more than most of the Liang Clan's disciples.

"Master, I think that brat is just a two-headed cyan. He actually thinks that his things are worth more than a hundred million Spirit Coin." The Cold Tyrant Sword that came in with the cold middle sword said with a look of disdain.

"The person you're talking about must have had a great fortuitous encounter." He had asked the Cold Tyrant Sword before, but the other party was even younger than him, yet his strength far surpassed his. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to heavily injure the Cold Tyrant Sword in just a few moves. At this time, this person had entered the purple appraising room, could it be that there really was some heavenly and earthly treasures that he wanted to sell?

Leng Yunhai, who was standing to the side, also furrowed his brows. It was reasonable to say that the Supreme Expert of Martial Sovereign in the purple-colored treasure room had already chased those two out, but they had not made any sound yet.

The three of them stared at the purple treasure room, waiting for the door to open.

After a quarter of an hour, just as the three of them were getting more and more confused, the door to the purple room finally opened with a creak.

Three figures, two men and one woman, walked out from inside.

One of them was a young man in green clothes. He was tall and straight, had a delicate and pretty face, and his eyes were clear and bright. The woman was dressed in white, had a graceful figure, fair skin, and a beautiful face. She was obviously young and beautiful, and she was none other than the two young men who had walked into the purple room earlier.

The other person looked to be around thirty years old, dressed in a black robe, with a short stature and a normal appearance, looking like an ordinary person. However, after this person appeared, the faces of Liang Yunhai, the cold middle sword, and the Cold Tyrant Sword all changed drastically, and their eyes were filled with shock.

Although the cold middle sword and Liang Bao were both Supreme Expert of Martial Sovereign s and the cold middle sword were only One-star Martial Sovereign s, Leng Bao was already a Three-star Martial Sovereign, and his position was even higher than the cold middle sword.

At this time, the three of them saw Liu Bao and Wu Hui happily chatting, their expressions completely stunned. An extremely young junior actually had such a relaxed conversation with Supreme Expert of Martial Sovereign, which made the three of them completely confused.

Wu Hui and the group arrived in front of the three cold middle sword s and stopped.

"En, Brother Zhongjian is actually here as well. Could it be that he has heard of the Grade Eight Medicinal Pill as well?" When Liang Bao saw that the cold middle sword had also arrived at the Treasure Pavilion, he couldn't help but greet them.

"What?" Grade Eight Medicinal Pill, this time there is actually a Grade Eight Medicinal Pill on Treasure Pavilion, Brother LiangBao, is what you said true? " cold middle sword was originally guessing the identity of the youth, but when she suddenly heard Leng Bao mention the Grade Eight Medicinal Pill, her eyes couldn't help but light up with excitement.

After reaching the Martial Sovereign Realm, it would be even more difficult to raise his cultivation. The importance of the pill now was fully displayed, as long as there was a corresponding Grade Eight Medicinal Pill, he could speed up his cultivation. Not only would it save him a lot of time, it would also increase his chances of breaking through.

"Of course it's real. This time in auction, there will be three Grade Eight Medicinal Pill for sale: one Healing pill, one Qi Gathering Pill, and one Barrier Breaking Pill." Liang Bao nodded.

The cold middle sword swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty. Although he was someone from the Liang Clan and there was the existence of the Pill Sovereign s, wanting to obtain one was still extremely difficult, and the Supreme Expert of Pill Sovereign s normally wouldn't open the furnace to refine pills, even if they gathered herbs for the Pill Sovereign to refine, it would still take them a few years to do so. Furthermore, it might not even succeed, and that was also the reason why the cold middle sword was so excited.

"Alright, alright. This time, I must get a Grade Eight Qi Gathering Pill medicine." His cultivation had only just reached the one star level and was the perfect time to consolidate it. If he had the Qi Gathering Pill, he would only need a few months to consolidate his cultivation, otherwise, it would take a few years or even over ten years to consolidate his cultivation.

"Master, that kid wants to slip away." Just as the few of them were talking, Wu Hui and Xiao Jiu had already reached the entrance of the hall, and just as they were about to leave, they were spotted by the Cold Tyrant Sword.