You two worship me as your teacher

"Fifteen million, the first time.

Fifteen million, the second time. "

Shouted the auctioneer.

Raising the wooden hammer, the final word was about to be finalized, and he looked at the Blood Lord.

"You don't want it anymore?"

Mandala couldn't help asking.

She knows badly.

It's hard to be pitted.

This piece of black feather stone is useless to her, increasing the price all the way, it is purely trying to make the blood king trouble.

The Blood Lord continued to remain silent.

But it seems that I really don't want it anymore.

He has other attention in his mind.

He is about to order this black feather stone.

But not here.

Instead, wait for the mandala to be taken away, and then buy it from the mandala, so as not to be taken advantage of.

He is confident that when the time comes, the mandala will not be sold to him, but will also be sold to him.

Seeing this kind of reaction from Mr. Xue, Mandala also knew that he had lifted a rock and hit his own foot, and his heart was even more aggrieved.

"Fifteen million, third..."

The auctioneer didn't respond when he saw Blood Lord.

Knowing that the time has come, the price cannot be rising, and the hammer will fall right now.

"16 million."

But just before he had to say the last word.

When the hammer was about to fall, Chu Linguang raised his placard and shouted.

"This gentleman, the bid is 16 million, and will anyone increase the price."

The auctioneer was surprised.

Mandala was angry and happy.

Someone finally took the order.

It's just that this person is so courageous, she dared to compete for what she bid for.

Looking back, he was a calm young man. It is hard to say that he is a rich second generation with rich wealth and little insight.

Lord Xue also noticed Chu Linguang.

At first glance, he was a little fuzzy.

As if unable to see through Chu Linguang.

After a closer look, I felt that it was nothing but that, but I also remembered Chu Linguang.

This black feather stone, he is about to order.

In the end, Chu Linguang spent 16 million to photograph the black feather stone.

Paid the money.

The Black Feather Stone soon arrived in his hands.

Everyone's eyes were always on the Dzogchen Huiyuan Pill. Chu Linguang photographed the black feather stone in the corner, but it did not attract much attention. After all, the finale of today's auction was the Dzogchen Huiyuan Pill.

Black Featherstone is just a very, very common collection compared to Dzogchen Huiyuan Dan.

Not many people pay special attention to Chu Linguang.

It was only the masters of this auction, Yang Junlin and Yang Xiaojing, who noticed Chu Linguang.

The lessons Chu Linguang taught them are vividly remembered.

When he came to the auction house, neither of them dared to neglect.

After a while, Chu Linguang was invited to the box by Yang Junlin.

"Everyone, let me introduce you. This is Master Chu Linguang Chu."

Yang Junlin introduced to the others in the box.

In the box, there are two old men sitting.

The two old men didn't even look at Chu Linguang, nor did they take a look at the auction items in the field. They kept flipping through the same book, communicating from time to time, and their eyes were shocked.

"These two seniors are both alchemists, don't care."

Yang Junlin whispered.

For fear that Chu Linguang disturbed the two big Buddhas and caused trouble to the Yang family.

"Oh!"

Chu Linguang was surprised. This was the first time he saw a colleague.

Being able to become a pharmacist is an extraordinary thing in this world.

"The Dzogchen Huiyuan Pill to be auctioned tonight has been identified by the two teachers and it is determined that it is the Dzogchen Huiyuan Pill."

Yang Xiaojing reminded from the side.

I wanted to tell Chu Linguang that if he wanted to, he still had to prepare the money quickly. If he wanted to return to Yuandan, it would be impossible to do it without a billion.

"I just came here to take a look, I'm not interested in that return to Yuandan."

Chu Linguang said simply.

Yang Junlin and Yang Xiaojing couldn't help but look surprised when they heard this.

As a warrior, who doesn't want to get Dzogchen Huiyuan Dan.

Even ordinary people can live longer if they eat it.

"This Huiyuan Pill was personally entrusted to me by Zhangchuan City's richest man Li Honghai for auction. It is genuine and at a reasonable price. After this village, there is no such shop."

Yang Junlin reminded.

The reason why he is so keen to remind Chu Linguang.

It was because Chu Linguang caused their Yang family to bleed once, and they also wanted to take this opportunity to get some back from Chu Linguang.

At the same time, I also want to encourage everyone who is doing it to compete to bid back to Yuandan.

The more people in the auction, the greater the price space, and the higher the profit of the auction house.

"It's nothing rare. Since one can appear, there will be second, third, and fourth, or even countless ones in the future."

Chu Linguang shook his head.

"Ignorant child, do you know the probability that a pharmacist wants to refine a Dzogchen pill for the rest of his life?"

"The chance is less than one in a million."

Suddenly, the two pharmacists who had been flipping through the books slammed the books on the table, turned around, and scolded Chu Linguang with an angry expression.

"I have spent my whole life refining me not knowing how many pills, and the chance of success is only 30%. The quality of each pill is only 10% of its efficacy. And like me, waiting for this kind of strength, I am refining medicine. In the field, it is already quite good.

Do you now know how hard-won the Dzogchen medicine is. "

Two old men, one fat and one thin, glared at Chu Linguang.

The fat old man's chest was up and down with anger, Chu Linguang's words seemed to humiliate them.

"In your opinion, refining medicine is so difficult?"

Chu Linguang frowned and looked at the two of them.

"You bastard, what do you mean, do you think that medicine can be refined casually?"

The thin old man stood up directly, eager to fight.

"Even the old witch of the Medicine King Pavilion dare not say that. Where are you from, such a big tone?"

The fat old man is also very angry.

"Under Chu Linguang, you two should have heard of me, Ye Chen's former brother-in-law."

Chu Linguang clasped his fist.

Being able to communicate with a pharmacist can just confirm what kind of existence oneself belong to in the field of refining medicine.

Through Zhao Tianyou's reaction, Chu Linguang knew that his medicine refining technique was very advanced, but he did not have a specific standard in his heart.

"So which person is Ye with the surname."

"Do you know that even Ye Chen didn't dare to question me so much."

No one feels angry when he is fat or thin.

"You don't seem to feel anything to Ye Chen?"

Chu Linguang saw the problem.

It was the first time that he saw someone who didn't seem to like Ye Chen.

Even Xu Gonghai and others, although they were Ning Xuanyuan's battle camp, were unwilling to offend Ye Chen, let alone offend Ye Chen easily, but the two old men didn't seem to put Ye Chen in their eyes.

This greatly aroused Chu Linguang's interest.

"Huh, even if it's the Xuanyuan boy, what can you do?"

The thin old man raised his chin.

"Others respect the God of War, and I bother them the most, so come to bother me to rest if I have nothing to do."

The fat old man said that he was impatient, but he could actually hear him, very proud.

"Hehehe, two of you worship me as your teacher!"

Chu Linguang smiled.