Chapter 512: The home of the big devil (1)
Yu Qingqian walked to the auction table, and everyone in the room, whether they were seated below or in the private room, all focused on her.
The white-haired old man was slightly relieved to see Yu Qingqian so calm and indifferent.
In fact, Yu Qingqian asked for this cooperation, and the organization of the chamber of commerce was also very hesitant. Most of them did not believe that she would be a master tattooist.
But if he refuses, if Yu Qingqian is really a master-level tattoo artist, then the major chambers of commerce will be the first to lose a good chance.
In the end, the parties disagreed and decided to agree to Yu Qingqian to try it once.
If she succeeds, not only will the chamber of commerce organize to earn a commission, but also hand in a hand, and it can also promote the atmosphere of the next auction to be more popular, an absolute win-win situation.
If Yu Qingqian fails unfortunately, then the organization of the chamber of commerce has also figured out a solution. Let a real master-level tattoo planter of the chamber of commerce go to inscribe it once.
They also kept a hand. The white-haired old man only said that he was inscribed on the spot at the request of a master tattooist, but he did not say that he could pay Lingyu to ask Yu Qingqian to inscribe it.
"It's time to start." Yu Qingqian nodded slightly to the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Our chamber of commerce organizes an elder Lingzhi of the emperor level who wants to make a plant pattern. This time, I will ask Miss Yu to engrave it for him."
Soon, a middle-aged man with a gentle face walked onto the stage with an expectant smile on his face.
He is a high-level executive of the Chamber of Commerce and one of the people who supported Yu Qingqian's inscription on the stage. Although he was not sure, he still showed his expectations. After all, he didn't want to really fail.
Yu Qingqian could guess what these people thought, but the chamber of commerce organization boldly gave her a chance, and she would naturally remember this favor.
"Senior, you can summon Lingzhi." Yu Qingqian's current aura converges on the peak of the Spirit King, and the other party is the Spirit King, so it's right to call him Senior.
The middle-aged man moved, and a turquoise vine flower appeared on the auction table.
"This is a healing plant. I want to engrave a plant pattern that can bless the healing ability." The middle-aged man knew that Yu Qingqian had a special healing talent. It happened that he was a healing spiritual planter. Decided to go into battle in person.
It's not that he has any selfishness, but that the top management of the chamber of commerce thinks that perhaps he is the best at treating Yu Qingqian, and the engraving of the plant pattern should also be the best at treating spiritual plants. This is a relatively safe test.
"Then let's compare the effects before and after treatment." Yu Qing smiled lightly.
This is what most tattooists do before engraving their spiritual plants.
The white-haired old man clapped his hands, and a majestic two-headed lion leaped onto the auction stage. This was a spirit-king-level monster tamed by a business guild leader. It was used to compare the success of the healing effect of the plant pattern overlay.
The Spirit Emperor Warcraft habitually raised his head and roared as soon as he came to power. The people below the Spirit King cultivation base couldn't help but feel tight in their chests, and even the corners of their lips overflowed with bloodshots.
Yu Qingqian looked at the two-headed lion with a smile in her eyes as if nothing was wrong, and this kind of reaction made the people present couldn't help but look up at her.
The double-headed master is a spiritual emperor, and his spiritual intelligence is not low. He obeyed the master's instructions and squatted proudly in front of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was obviously familiar with the two-headed lion, and patted it on the back, "I cut you a wound, but don't call it scary."
The two-headed lion's nose blew out a white air, which was considered a default.