Zhu Ling and his group walked around the school with a smile.

"Master, what should I do if the dragon's pill I hunted in that forest?" Zhu Ling asked.

"Simple, see if there is any auction or something, or something pawn shop or something, just go and have a look," Xiaoling said, stroking her beard.

Zhu Ling walked forward and looked at the people coming and going around him. He unconsciously showed a trace of evil smile in his mouth. No one of the people who were walking with him noticed Zhu Ling's evil smile.

As we walked, we saw a large auction house with the words "Shen Zhui Auction House"

The group wanted to walk here. Suddenly, two immortal cultivators reached out to stop them, "Don't enter high-end places, idle people."

Chining pushed Zhu Ling, "Brother, look at that," Zhu Ling followed the direction of Chining's finger and saw a sign next to the door saying "Send one hundred low-level crystals to enter." After Chining followed Zhu Ling, she changed her words and called Big Brother.

Zhu Ling couldn't hand over the hundreds of crystals for a moment. He said to the guard, "Senior, I can't hand over it now. Can you wait for me to sell my things to you later?

"If you don't have money, go to the house next to you to identify your things and see if it's enough for the capital to go to the auction house," said one of them.

Zhu Ling asked them to wait there, and went to the house alone, and Zhu Ling walked inside with the words "Accounting House".

Holding my fists and saying, "Senior, look at how much crystals my stuff is worth."

The person who knew was an old man with white beards holding a mirror in his hand, his face slightly distorted. His facial features shrank together.

"Take it a look" the old man's hoarse voice was a little harsh.

Zhu Ling took out the half-red and half-black dragon pill and placed it in front of the old man.

The old man's eyes directly shone out. "This... is the inner elixir of the Yin-Yang Dragon in the Monster Forest."

"Yes, it's the inner elixir of that monster," Zhu Ling said slowly.

"Okay, the estimated price I'll give you is about one million low-level crystals. You can get in with this brand." The old man made another sharp and harsh voice. He took out a red nameplate and handed it to Zhu Ling.

Then Zhu Ling took out a few things like dragon tendons, blood and other things for the old man to see.

"These are all things on the dragon, but the dragon's soul."

"What soul, I don't have it?"

"Didn't the dragon monster you killed take out its soul?"

"I don't know, I might have let it go."

After hearing it, the old man took out a silver nameplate and handed it to Zhu Ling. He asked for the red nameplate back.

"Why did I change the nameplate?"

"The worst is white, which is an auction with only tens of thousands of low-level crystals. The red one is million, the silver one is tens of millions, and the gold one is unlimited."

Zhu Ling listened to his words and clasped his fists, turned around and left.

Back in front of the auction house, he said to the two guards, "I have a silver nameplate, see if we can go in," he said.

"Silver nameplate, yes, please, please contact the VIP inside." The two guards changed into a smile on their faces and immediately invited them in.

Zhu Ling said to Xiaoling, "Master, you see, they can all go and sing and change their faces."

"Disciple, you are wrong. This is what the cultivator is like. Identity represents everything. There are no honest monks, only honest ghosts." Xiaoling spoke in an educational tone.

"Master, what do you mean by the honest monks, only the honest ghost thing?"

"Only when a person dies, the soul will have more truth."
Chapter completed!