"Six and a half."
The middle-aged man with a thin face increased the price.
"Seven plants."
Higher prices for tall, muscular men.
"Eight."
Fang Han gritted his teeth and increased the price.
This is already all the heavenly materials and earthly treasures that he can use except for those few extremely precious natural materials and earthly treasures.
Fortunately, this offer is already a very high price and is beyond everyone's affordability.
The burly man just opened his mouth, but in the end he did not raise the price, shook his head and sat back in the chair.
The thin middle-aged man also put down his folding fan and stopped raising the price.
The auctioneer asked three times in a row, but no one responded, so he made the final decision:
"Deal, this incomplete Middle-Grade Artistic Conception martial arts was photographed by the distinguished guest in Private Room No. 3."
He raised his gaze, looked in the direction of the private room where Fang Han was, and nodded slightly.
After a while, a steward led a Maid and a Red Sandalwood Box, and lightly knocked on the door of the private room.
After Fang Han agreed, the steward pushed open the wooden door and presented the wooden box:
"Senior, this is the item you took a photo of."
Fang Han took the wooden box, opened it and inspected it. After confirming that it was correct, he pretended to take the items from the package, but actually took out five Low-Grade Heavenly Treasure from Storage Ring that were sealed in the Cold Jade box.
After the steward checked that everything was correct, he bowed and left.
The auction is still going on, but Fang Han has no plans to stay. The next auction will be settled with Tiancai Dibao. He can no longer bid with Tiancai Dibao.
After putting Red Sandalwood Box in the package, he stood up and left the private room without stopping.
He went downstairs along the narrow staircase, passed through the main hall, and walked towards the auction house door.
He walked calmly and unhurriedly, blending into the flow of people on the street, and soon merged into the bustling street.
Behind him, behind a window on the second floor of the auction house, two figures stood side by side, their eyes falling on the back of Fang Han.
"Eight Low-Grade Heavenly Treasure, take it as soon as you ask. I'm afraid this person has more than this."
The speaker was a middle-aged warrior with a dark complexion and a somewhat greedy light in his eyes.
Standing next to him was a lean man with the same glinting eyes:
"Follow us and take a look?"
"No rush, let's check his details first."
The middle-aged warrior turned and went downstairs to the back hall of the auction house. He found a clerk, stuffed a gold ingot and said a few words in a low voice.
The clerk frowned at first, then took the gold, pondered for a moment and said:
"This guest did not have an invitation when he came in. The steward personally led him to the second floor. It is said that he is the person in Misty Forest who never failed to win against the grandmaster."
The middle-aged warrior's movements paused for a moment, and most of the greed in his heart disappeared in an instant, as if it was poured out by cold water.
He and the lean man looked at each other, and both saw similar fear in the other's eyes.
"Forget it."
The middle-aged warrior said no more words, turned around and left.
The lean man followed behind him, losing the eagerness to try just now.
The treasures of heaven and earth and the incomplete Middle-Grade Artistic Conception martial arts are tempting, but the price of being an enemy of a person with the power of a master is not something they can afford.
Fang Han returned to the inn, locked the courtyard door, and walked into the bedroom.
He put the Silver-Gray Longsword on the table and then took out the Red Sandalwood Box.
The wooden box is about two feet long and half a foot wide, so it is quite heavy and solid.
He opened the lid of the box and found a roll of yellowed animal skin lying inside. There were a few scuffs on the edges, showing that it had gone through quite some time.
He took out the book, held it in his palm, and gently opened the first page.
The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and there is a sharp edge between the strokes.
It is completely different from the ordinary regular fonts. The person writing it has a strong wind-like force when swiping it.
The first few lines are a general outline, a few words, but they explain the core essence of Body Movement extremely concisely.
Taking Wind Concept as the foundation and integrating Body Movement with Wind Concept, the speed is as fast as chasing the wind and the moon.
"Wind Concept..."
Fang Han's eyes stayed on the four words "Wind Concept" for a moment, and a very faint arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This Body Movement is extremely suitable for him who also practices Wind Concept Body Movement.
He continued to look back.
The booklet is not thick, with only more than thirty pages in total, and only three levels: Beginner stage, Minor Accomplishment, and Proficiency Realm.
Each level is equipped with a detailed luck map and Internal Qi circulation route, marking many subtle points that need attention.
But when I turned to the last page, the content stopped abruptly, and there were no chapters like Greater Accomplishment and Perfection Realm.
There is only a line of small words attached at the end of the booklet. The ink color is a little different from the main text, as if it was added later--
"I have been creating this Body Movement for thirty years, but in the end I have not completed the work. It is a pity. If future generations get this book, I hope they can continue the unfinished journey."
Seeing this line of small print, Fang Han understood.
The subsequent chapters Greater Accomplishment and Perfection Realm were not lost, but the master who created this technique passed away before he could create it.
"Although it is incomplete, it is already very good."
Fang Han was not disappointed.
Although this <Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps> is incomplete, with only three levels: Beginner stage, Minor Accomplishment, and Proficiency Realm, it is enough to solve his current urgent need.
As for how to continue after repairing to the Proficiency Realm, you can look for the new Middle-Grade Artistic Conception Body Movement, or you can try to deduce it yourself.
With his current 256-fold increase in Body Movement Talent, it is not impossible to deduce the follow-up.
"Finally got the new Body Movement!"
Fang Han sat down at the table and looked out the window at the sky that was dyed warm golden by the setting sun.
After <Wind God Step>Perfection Realm, there is no way forward.
Although the improvement of cultivation and physical strength can also bring about an increase in Body Movement's speed, the rate of increase is far less than the leap brought about by Body Movement's improvement.
Just like a horse, no matter how fat and strong it is, it will never be as good as a horse with monster blood.
Now that we have this incomplete Middle-Grade Artistic Conception Body Movement, we finally don't have to worry about Body Movement.
"After Body Movement Beginner stage this door, you can return!"
Fang Han decided to change <Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps>Beginner stage and returned to Qingyang Prefecture.
Now, he already has a combat power comparable to that of a grandmaster. If this Body Movement Beginner stage has a speed that exceeds that of an ordinary grandmaster, he can easily deal with the Dark Abyss grandmaster who once assassinated him.
Fang Han Picked up the yellowed animal skin book again, sat down at the table, and prepared to carefully study the incomplete Middle-Grade Artistic Conception Body Movement.
Just as he was about to open it, there was a rush of footsteps outside the courtyard door, and then there was a knock on the door in a low voice by the waiter:
"Sir, I have a guest who wants to see you."
Fang Han moves slightly.
He has no acquaintance here, and the only ones he is relatively familiar with are the four people Qin Yuan. However, these four people do not know that he lives here, and they are unlikely to visit him rashly.
Why are there guests visiting?
Puzzled, he closed the book, put it in his arms, stood up, opened the door, and asked:
"Who is visiting?"
The guy shook his head:
"The guest didn't give his name. He just said that he came here because of his reputation and wanted to talk to you in person. He doesn't look like an ordinary person."
Fang Han was silent for a breath.
The person who knows that he lives in this inn and can find this inn is not an ordinary person. He nodded slightly and said:
"Invite him over."
The man responded and left.
Fang Han turned around and went back to the house, hung Silver-Gray Longsword around his waist, sat down at the table, poured a new cup of tea, and turned his eyes to the door.
Not long after, footsteps began to ring in the corridor, steady and powerful, and the rhythm was neither fast nor slow.
There was a knock on the door, and the waiter's voice came from outside the door. "Sir, we've arrived."
"Please come in."
The door was pushed open, the waiter stepped aside to make way, and a figure stepped in.
The person who came was a middle-aged man, probably in his early fifties, with a slim and tall figure. He was wearing a dark purple brocade robe and a jade-encrusted belt around his waist.
His face was clean, and there was an indescribable reserve between his brows.
He stepped into the threshold calmly, his eyes first glanced around the room, and then fell on Fang Han.
Fang Han raised his eyes and looked at this person. He was extremely sure that he had never seen this person before, but he still said politely.
"Please take a seat."
The middle-aged man sat down opposite Fang Han, with his back straight and an innate elegance in his posture.
He glanced at the teapot in front of Fang Han, without any intention of holding the cup, he just said:
"You must be Misty Forest, the person with the master's combat power."
His tone was firm, as if he was stating a confirmed fact.
Fang Han did not deny it, nor did he answer the call, he just looked at the other party.
Seeing that Fang Han was unmoved, the middle-aged man continued:
"Ma Yuanzhou, Skyfire Sect Foreign Affairs Elder."
He paused, with a hint of pride in his tone.
"I think your Excellency should have heard something about the sect below."
Fang Han has indeed heard of the name Skyfire Sect, who is one of the top forces in Cloud Province.
It is far away from Misty City where he is, but it has a very good reputation. It is said that there is a strong Top Grandmaster in the sect, and he has a profound foundation.
"Why is Ma Elder looking for me?"
Fang Han asked.
Ma Yuanzhou leaned on the back of the chair, folded his hands on his knees, his eyes did not dodge, with a straightforward candidness:
"I heard that you have a piece of Starry Ink Jade in your hand. I came here today because I want to buy it from you."
Fang Han's brows moved slightly, but he didn't show any surprise.
This city is not far from Cloudmist Forest. In addition, it has been recognized in the city. It is not surprising that someone followed the clues and found this place.
He picked up the tea cup and said calmly:
"I have no intention of selling this thing."
Ma Yuanzhou waved his hand, as if he had expected to hear such a reply, and said calmly:
"Your Excellency, there is no need to refuse in a hurry."
He leaned forward slightly and held up five fingers.
"Ten strains of Low-Grade Heavenly Treasure, you can choose from any category."
He paused and added.
"Also, there is friendship from the Skyfire Sect."
Fang Han's fingers holding the tea cup paused.
He looked at Ma Yuanzhou's determined face and suddenly smiled.
The smile was not deep, but the corners of the mouth were slightly curved, but it had an inexplicable meaning.
I wanted to exchange ten Low-Grade Heavenly Treasure for one Mid-Grade Heavenly Treasure Starry Ink Jade, which was as big as a human head. It even included a sentence of "friendship" from the Skyfire Sect, as if that friendship was very valuable.
I really don't know where this person gets his sense of superiority.
He put down the teacup:
"Ma Elder, you and I have never met, and the 'friendship' you talk about is worthless to me."
His voice was calm and his tone was not serious, but it carried a kind of indifference that could not be changed:
"Starry Ink Jade I won't sell it. If there's nothing else, please do as you please Elder."