After reading the game to understand the protagonist's chance, she took all of them.

In Bai Lan's memory, when Long Aotian had some financial resources in the future, he would get many opportunities in the subsequent auctions.

One of the protagonist’s privileges: Ordinary monks cannot see the value of things, and things that seem like trash at first glance are considered treasures by the protagonist and are picked up at bargain prices.

And the final fact is that the things picked up by the protagonist are most likely really good things.

For example, she wanted to try to get a bargain.

I found a book of magical powers that looked very dusty in the Jin family treasury, and went to learn it with great expectations. What was the final result?

It was indeed just a dusty and useless thing.

Why can the protagonist find the dusty Heaven-level Kung Fu in the corner? She can only pick up a useless sect rule?

The gap, this is the gap!

Who made Long Aotian have an old grandfather who has lived for tens of thousands of years in his mind to help him scan the treasures?

"Fellow Daoist, this is Qin Ruge, the treasure appraiser of our Wanbao Tower. You can take out the Dingyan Pill without worry. Wanbao Tower will conduct the most professional evaluation and pricing." The red-clothed waiter brought in a purple-clothed woman.

The moment he looked up, Bai Lan's expression changed slightly.

The woman in purple had an elegant face and was dressed casually, but her fair face was... covered with a little dust, and her outer robe was also stained with a little dust.

It looked like he had just exploded a furnace of pills and was forcibly dragged here for identification.

She was also familiar with the faint smell of cigarette smoke on the woman.

It is somewhat similar to Ji Feng's disheveled appearance after his furnace exploded. It seems that this appearance is standard for alchemists after their furnace explodes.

Apart from these details, her appearance is somewhat similar to Jin Yao.

He turned his head to glance at Jin Yao, who didn't seem to know the woman in purple.

"This fancy medicine bottle... I recognize it. It must have been made by that kid Ji Feng from Qingyuan Sect, right? He is quite powerful, so there is no possibility that a kid like you in the Qi Refining Stage would kill him and take away his treasure. So did he give you this pill himself?"

"Exactly."

Qin Ruge slightly opened the medicine bottle and sniffed it, then nodded after a while: "This is indeed a fifth-level Dingyan Pill. The quality is good, but it also has flaws. The proportion of Bing Ning Grass in the pill is slightly higher than that of Tinglizi. If the fire control is not good, it will easily explode the furnace."

Bai Lan held his forehead with his hand.

That was indeed a lot of explosions.

"This pill was also auctioned at Wanbao Tower. The highest price was three thousand spirit stones per pill. However, the quality of these three pills will be better, so we can raise the price appropriately." Qin Ruge put down the medicine bottle and looked at Bai Lan: "Are you the owner of this pill?"

"It's me." Bai Lan nodded.

"I suggest you don't wait any longer. These three pills will be auctioned at the auction tonight."

The red-dressed waiter at the side was a little embarrassed: "Senior Qin, this seems to violate the rules..."

"Today, many people from the Hehuan Sect will be here. With their enthusiasm for the Dingyan Pill, the value of this pill will increase many times. If it is left until next month, tsk." Qin Ruge waved her hand and turned away. "I just said it casually. The decision is still yours."

Bai Lan's eyes also lit up as he looked at the waiter in red beside him.

The waiter in red received the signal, struggled for a moment, and was already struggling madly on the edge of violating the rules.

But regulations can certainly be broken in the face of absolute interests.

After some discussion, Bai Lan's three Dingyan Pills were put up for auction at the evening auction, and Wanbaolou took a 5% commission.

"Friend Bai, are we really not going to the VIP seats? The private rooms there can block spiritual detection, and they also contain delicious spiritual fruits." Jin Yao said in a low voice.

The VIP seats at Wanbao Tower are in the private rooms on the second floor, which are shielded from spiritual detection and are single rooms, making them private and distinguished.

Either you have money, power, or strength.

Bai Lan shook his head: "Let me ask you, since you were a child, have you always attended the auction in the VIP seats?"

Jin Yao nodded.

"Yes, you have never sat in an ordinary seat, what a pity. Today I will bring you here to experience it." Bai Lan smiled and patted Jin Yao's hand: "Don't worry."

Jin Yao thought about it for a few seconds, and then she realized that it made sense, so she stopped worrying about it.

Compared to the private rooms, the seats on the first floor are obviously much simpler. People are seated next to each other, and one can see the face of the person opposite him clearly by turning his head. It is also easy for the evil cultivator to see at a glance who he wants to remember.

Most monks who come to the auction but are not eligible to enter the private rooms usually find ways to hide their true faces to avoid being noticed.

Among all kinds of masks, veils and hats, Bai Lan's calm face, which was not covered at all, was very eye-catching. She was not wearing anything on her face, and her face was revealed to everyone.

As if she was afraid that the evil cultivator would not notice her.

"Everyone, I will be the host of this auction at Wanbaolou."

An enchanting woman with a charming face walked onto the stage. She was actually one of the concubines who had protected Long Aotian in Wanbao Tower this morning.

Bai Lan glanced around the place and found Long Aotian wearing a mask in a corner.

Because the other party had been staring at him intently, that look filled with strong hatred, Bai Lan was very familiar with it.

With a smile, Bai Lan took out a dark blue storage bag and shook it slightly in his hand.

Such a meaningless action was ironic in the eyes of Long Aotian, who had been staring at Bai Lan's movements.

Because that dark blue storage bag belongs to him!

Although his storage bag had been taken away countless times, that storage bag was still in his hands two months ago, so Long Aotian certainly remembered it clearly.

"Under the oppression of the host, Long Aotian should have little money. Why is he coming to the auction?" The system frowned. He didn't understand.

"Although Long Aotian doesn't have much money now, this doesn't affect his participation in the auction." Bai Lan spread his hands.

Because the second privilege of the protagonist is: when the protagonist has no money to auction, there will always be rich people to pay for the protagonist.

In Long Aotian's scripts, most of them are arrogant young ladies from a certain force.

In Bai Ling's scripts, most of the people who pay the bill are her master, senior brothers, or other kinds of peach blossoms.

Things turned out just as Bai Lan had expected. The next second, a familiar and graceful figure sat down next to Long Aotian. It was none other than Miss Xueer from the secret realm.

Xue'er subconsciously followed Long Aotian's gaze and looked across, and met Bai Lan's eyes with a deep smile.

"It's her! The woman in the secret realm last time?" Xue'er widened her eyes and anger suddenly surged in her heart.

Bai Lan lowered his head and laughed. He didn't do anything. He just sat there and raised his storage bag, and he attracted two hatreds.

This is the treatment of the big villain, hehehe, hahaha.

"Friend Bai, those two people seem to have been staring at you? Their eyes are weird, as if they are up to no good." Jin Yao sensed something was wrong and frowned.

Bai Lan shook his head: "Huh? How could that be? How could there be bad people in the world of cultivation?"