Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

"Recently, there have been many spellcasters and warriors here in Yang City. Someone led an auction to auction off some items. I will go to see if there are any bad medicinal materials that can repair my injuries." Master Yin said.

Zhuo Bufan narrowed his eyes slightly, both magicians and martial arts are pursuing higher realms, and they will not easily step into the common world, after all, big countries do not allow these people to disturb the social order.

"Did it appear for the sake of the dragon?" Zhuo Bufan thought to himself, yesterday Luo Yu sent the information about the falling dragon in Yinzhou to his mailbox through the Internet.

Yinzhou is just below Jeju, close to the border of Hei Province, but the information sent is not comprehensive. After all, it was too early at that time, and a mature intelligence system had not been established at that time, and the equipment was backward at that time, and the photos were all in black and white. It's so blurry that I can't see it at all.

But Zhuo Bufan has already judged that it is indeed the body of a flood dragon, it just became a flood dragon after training, maybe it was killed by someone in the starry sky, so it fell to the earth.

"If the second young master is interested, we can go together tomorrow." Master Yin seemed to see Zhuo Bufan's thoughts, and said.

"Well, you can go and have a look." Zhuo Bufan nodded.

Zhuo Bufan and Ye Ziqin stayed in the hotel at night, and told Ye Ziqin that he had to do something tomorrow, so he could only let Ye Ziqin go back to Su's house first, and then go there after he finished his work.

The next day, the night sky was dark and a silver moon hung high.

The small auction was not held in an ordinary auction house, but in the government building of the Beiyang warlords. Now it has become a scenic spot. Usually many tourists come to visit, but today the surrounding area has been blocked.

Those who can lead the auction here must have great influence or background in the local area.

Not many people came, about 30 people, unlike other auctions that are full of people, after all, all the people who can come here to participate in the auction this time are magicians and martial arts people, these people are rare in the first place exist.

Zhuo Bufan walked into the hall together with Yan Wei and Yin Shi. Chairs had been placed in the hall, and there were many people sitting there, most of them were wearing Tang suits and long gowns, and some younger people were wearing and Same as modern people.

"Second Young Master, Wei Shao, I heard that there is a 300-year-old ginseng being auctioned today. I can only rely on this ginseng for my dark wound." Master Yin said in a low voice.

Yan Wei said: "Master Yin, don't worry, I'll just take this ginseng for you."

"Then thank you, Young Master Wei." Master Yin cupped his hands.

A Sanren practitioner like Master Yin without a sect has limited resources in the secular world. Unlike Zhuo Bufan, he now has the Bai Family, the Chaofan Group, and the Zhuo Family as backup resources, and he doesn't need to bother with ordinary medicinal materials.

And Master Yin needs to rely on some families or resources, and those families also need such high-level people as guest ministers in the family. If you encounter a strong opponent, you can ask these people to help.

Zhuo Bufan is not interested in medicinal materials, unless the magic medicine is in the world, the general medicinal materials will not have much effect on him.

While we were talking, a woman in a long red dress suddenly walked in at the door, with long black hair and snow-greasy skin on her chest. of fine mans.

Behind the woman was a white-haired old man, wearing a white double-breasted centipede shirt and black cloth shoes with layered soles, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, looking like an outsider.

"Miss Su."

"Miss Su."

"Master Mo."

"Master Mo."

Many people saw these two people greeted respectfully.

"Who are they?" Zhuo Bufan asked with a frown.

Yan Wei lowered his voice and said: "Second young master, you are from the south of the Yangtze River, so naturally you don't know about our Northeast affairs. That is Su Xiaoxiao, the eldest lady of the Su family, the four major families in the Northeast. The master of great arts is also an offering of the Su family."

The Su family?

Zhuo Bufan secretly thought: "Ye Ziqin's grandfather's surname is Su, and he is a branch line of the Su family in the northeast. Presumably this Su Xiaoxiao should be a member of the clan."

Su Xiaoxiao walked over with the old man, looked at Yan Wei and paused.

"Miss Su, Master Mo." Yan Wei cupped his hands and called respectfully.

"Master Mo." Master Yin also called out, with a bit of respect on his face.

Only then did Master Mo open his eyes and glanced at Master Yin, "Are you here too?"

"Come here to see if there is any elixir." Master Yin said calmly.

Master Mo hummed lightly, and he didn't know if he made a sound, but he didn't look at them. After all, he was a magician who had logged into Foundation Establishment, and a magician like Master Yin who was still practicing Qi Dharma practitioners cannot enter his Dharma eyes at all.

As for Zhuo Bufan, he was just an ordinary person in his eyes, and he didn't even glance at him.

Su Xiaoxiao took another look at Zhuo Bufan, frowned and said: "Wei Shao, this is also your friend?"

The Yan family is a big family in Jeju, and Yan Wei is also the eldest son, so they naturally know people of the same level, but Zhuo Bufan is very shameless, Su Xiaoxiao remembers that there is no such person in Jeju.

"This is Second Young Master Zhuo from Jiangnan," Yan Wei introduced.

"Second Young Master Zhuo? My name is Su Xiaoxiao." Su Xiaoxiao stretched out her small white hand generously.

Zhuo Bufan put his hands in his trouser pockets and said flatly: "Zhuo Bufan."

An imperceptible look of annoyance flashed in Su Xiaoxiao's bright eyes. He was a child of the Northeast Su family. She stretched out her hand, but the other party ignored her. His attitude was too high.

Su Xiaoxiao snorted lightly, took Master Mo and took her seat.

With Zhuo Bufan's current status, apart from Wu Chongshan, Mr. Lou, and Ruan Donglin, he can take him seriously. A junior from the Su family wants to shake hands with him, but he is not qualified enough.

"Second Young Master Zhuo, it's not good to offend the Su family and Master Mo." There was a trace of bitterness on the corner of Master Yin's mouth.

Zhuo Bufan is naturally proud of being a master martial artist, but the Su family is one of the four major families in the Northeast, and it is not a family that is afraid of masters, not to mention that Master Mo is a magician who is not weaker than a master of martial arts.

Zhuo Bufan smiled lightly and didn't explain anything.

Soon the auction started, presided over by a woman wearing a cheongsam. The auctions ahead were all medicinal materials, ancient wood, copper coins and the like, which were all materials for refining magical instruments or refining elixir.

"The three-hundred-year-old Changbai Mountain ginseng has a low price of five million yuan, and the price will increase by no less than one million yuan each time."

When Master Yin saw the medicinal ingredients coming out, his eyes lit up, and he glanced at Yan Wei, who nodded, "Ten million."

The Yan family is also a big family in Jeju. Some people did not want to symbolize with him because of the face of the Yan family.

This kind of ginseng is equivalent to a life-saving chance for ordinary people, and it is optional, but it can be used by sorcerers to refine elixir. After taking it by warriors, their blood will also rise to a higher level. Zhuo Bufan glanced at Su Xiaoxiao and Mo Shi. These two people did not ask for a price from the beginning to the end, so they probably didn't come here for ginseng.