Zhu Ling and his group walked into the school with smiles. "Master, what should I do with the dragon's elixir that I hunted in that forest?" Zhu Ling asked. ¡°It¡¯s simple, see if there is any auction or something, or a 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. An evil smile appeared on his lips unconsciously. None of the people traveling with him noticed Zhu Ling's evil smile. As they walked, they saw a large auction house with the words "God's Punishment Auction House" written on it. The group wanted to go inside. Suddenly two immortal cultivators stretched out their hands to stop them, "Exclusive place, no idlers allowed in." Jing Ning pushed Zhu Ling, "Brother, look at that." Zhu Ling followed the direction of Jing Ning's finger and saw a sign next to the door that said "You have to pay one hundred low-level crystals to enter." After following Zhu Ling, Zhen Ning changed his name and called him eldest brother. Zhu Ling couldn¡¯t hand over hundreds of crystal stones at one time. He said to the guard, "Senior, I can't hand it over now. Can I sell my things to you later?" If you don't have money, go to the next room to appraise your things and see if they are enough. "Capital to go to the auction house," one of them said. Zhu Ling asked them to wait there, and went to the house alone. It said "Appraisal House" on the house. Zhu Ling walked inside. He clasped his hands and said, "Senior, look at me. "How many spar are these things worth?" The appraiser was an old man with a white beard holding a mirror in his hand. His face was a little distorted. The facial features were squeezed together. "Take it and take a look." The old man said in a hoarse voice. It was a bit harsh. Zhu Ling took out the half-red and half-black dragon pill and placed it in front of the old man. "This, this, this is the inner pill of the Yin Yang dragon in the monster forest." "Yes, it's the inner elixir of the monster," Zhu Ling said slowly. "Okay, the price I estimate for you is about one million low-level crystals. You can go in with this sign." He said a sharp and harsh voice, and took out a red nameplate and handed it to Zhu Ling. Then Zhu Ling took out several things such as dragon tendons and blood and showed them to the old man. "These are the things on the dragon's body." , but what about the soul of the dragon?" "What soul? I don't have it." "Didn't you take out the soul of the dragon monster you killed?" "I don't know, I might have let it go." The old man listened to its words, He took out a silver nameplate and gave it to Zhu Ling. He also asked for the red nameplate. "Why did you change the nameplate for me?" "The worst one is white. It's an auction item with only tens of thousands of low-level crystals." The red ones are millions. Silver is tens of millions. There is no limit to gold. " After hearing what he said, Zhu Ling clasped her fists and turned around to leave. Returning to the door of the auction house, she said to the two guards, "I have a silver nameplate. Please see if we can go in." "Silver nameplate, "Okay, okay, please invite the VIPs inside." The two guards put on smiles on their faces and immediately invited them in. Zhu Ling said to Xiaoling, "Master, you see, they can all sing the face-changing song." "Disciple, what do you mean? Wrong, that's what cultivators are like, status means everything, there are no honest monks, only honest ghosts." Xiaoling said in an educational tone. "Master, what do you mean when you say there are no honest monks, only honest ghosts?" "That's right. Only when a person dies can the soul tell the truth."