Logically speaking, according to the value of the Evil Mist Grass, it shouldn't be placed behind like this. Moreover, dragging it on like this, Fang Chen felt that there was no problem with the auction, and suddenly there were many more variables, but he only had three thousand spirit stones in his hand.

Time passed slowly in Fang Chen's eager waiting, and when the auction item successfully auctioned off the seventh treasure, Fang Chen's eyes finally brightened suddenly.

Because he saw that on that stage, in front of the white-robed old man, a gray light flashed. Then, a pale gray plant with a faint mist appeared in his hand.

At the moment when this gray grass-like plant appeared, the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped by several degrees. At the same time, an evil aura wafted from it, causing many people to frown.

Fang Chen's eyes were burning as he stared at the gray grass, his body straightened up, and excitement surged in his heart, this evil mist grass really appeared.

The cicadas are saved!

"This is the Evil Mist Grass, I think you've all heard of it. This grass contains a powerful power of yin and evil, if it is used for alchemy, it can be used to refine poison pills, and it can be used for refining weapons, which can increase the attributes of yin and evil, and it is a good tonic for martial artists who cultivate the power of yin and evil. ”

"This evil mist grass in the old man's hand is not an ordinary evil mist grass, but a three-hundred-year-old medicinal age, and the yin and evil power it contains is far beyond the ordinary evil mist grass. Its value, needless to say, you must already know it in your hearts. ”

"The auction price, one thousand and five spirit stones!"

"Three-hundred-year-old Evil Mist Grass. Fang Chen muttered to himself, his face a little ugly.

If it is an ordinary evil mist grass, although it is precious, it is definitely not worth much. Originally, he was still a little puzzled, how could the Evil Mist Grass appear in the Haoyuan Auction House. Now, he understood. It turned out to be a three-hundred-year-old Evil Mist Grass.

With this kind of medicinal age, not to mention the Evil Mist Grass, even if it is an ordinary herb, the value has to skyrocket several times.

This news is definitely too bad news for him to be bad. Because to treat cicadas, there is no need for this three-hundred-year-old evil mist grass, ordinary evil mist grass is enough. However, there was no ordinary Evil Mist Grass here, so he had to fight for the only one of the only Evil Mist Grass that was very valuable and had a three-hundred-year-old medicinal age!

"I'm in trouble now!" Listening to the one thousand and five auction prices quoted by the white-robed old man, Fang Chen's face suddenly changed.

The auction price of this price, with the fact that he is currently only worth three thousand spirit stones, unless there are not many people competing with him, he will definitely not be able to take it.

"No, I mortgaged the cyan sword. Fang Chen was secretly ruthless in his heart.

A high-grade magic weapon, no matter how you say it, is worth thousands of low-grade spirit stones. With the spirit weapon of Qingliu Ancient Lamp, he really doesn't have much demand for magic weapons. As a last resort, for the sake of this evil mist grass, he could only use the cyan long sword as a spirit stone as a mortgage.

Glancing around, especially on the pavilions that represented the powerful power of the family, Fang Chen was slightly relieved to find that everyone didn't seem to have much interest in this three-hundred-year-old Evil Mist Grass.

"That's right, this evil mist grass is extremely unpopular after all, and it is even more remote than the use of that ice flame jade, and there must not be many people who dare to be interested. Thinking like this, Fang Chen's mood was a little better. He felt that with this situation, his three thousand spirit stones should be able to buy this evil mist grass.

"Sixteen hundred!"

"Eighteen hundred!"

......

The price was slowly increasing, but as Fang Chen had judged, there were obviously not many people who were interested in this evil mist grass. Some of the big forces in the pavilion don't have the slightest intention of making a move, and the price has not increased much.

Two minutes later, when the price rose to two thousand three, there was already a stagnant trend.

Fang Chen's eyes lit up, and he knew that he could make a move.

"Two thousand five hundred!" Fang Chen stood up and said loudly.

As soon as this price came out, the man who had reluctantly quoted two thousand three suddenly stopped talking, and the white-robed old man swept his eyes around, and when he saw that no one spoke again, he wanted to trigger the sound of the bell to determine the ownership of this evil mist grass.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from the last attic above.

"I'll give five thousand!"

The price skyrocketed and doubled, and someone quoted the price of a mere three-hundred-year-old Evil Mist Grass.

The audience was in an uproar!

And Fang Chen, who saw that the evil mist grass that was about to be in his hands was stabbed horizontally, a cold light suddenly erupted in his dark eyes. He looked up and looked straight at where the voice had come from.

At this moment, a head suddenly poked out of the pavilion that had been covered by a special curtain.

"Bai Dongchi!" Fang Chen said coldly, the coldness in his eyes reaching the extreme.

The person who spoke before was Bai Dongchi, the young master of the Bai family who had just been beaten and repaired.

Looking at Fang Chen's gaze, Bai Dongchi's slightly pale face had a look of mockery. A pair of sunken eyes flashed hideously, and he moved his mouth silently, and then reached out to wipe his neck.

"When you walk out of this auction house, it's your time of death. Fang Chen saw Bai Dongchi's words.

Fights are not allowed in the auction room, but outside the auction room, there is no such scruples. Obviously, Bai Dongchi, who had hit this point, had already decided to make a move when Fang Chen left the auction hall.

He was humiliated by Fang Chen on the street before, and with a lot of resentment, he went home directly to move the rescuers. Then I hurried to this Haoyuan auction house. Therefore, Bai Dongchi didn't catch up with Shang Chen when he first bought Bingyan Jade, otherwise with his character, he should have jumped out at that time.

But now, it's not too late, is it?

Bai Dongchi, who was standing in the pavilion, looked down at Fang Chen below, with a grim face. Although he has already made a killing order for Fang Chen in his heart. But before that, first insult this guy who has made him lose face, Bai Dongchi is also extremely willing.

Filled with anger, in order to have a good time, he completely suppressed Fang Chen on the offer, and he had forgotten that the five thousand low-grade spirit stones were also a lot of money for his Bai family!

But at this time, everyone in the auction hall has already seen it. It turns out that these two guys actually have a grudge.

Now there's a good show to watch.

Everyone who witnessed this scene thought so in their hearts.

"The little guy seems to be in trouble. In another attic, the fox fur woman said with a smile. With their intelligence, how could they not see that Fang Chen was not the kind of person with abundant funds.

"Aunt Yu, you said that we should help this little guy take down this evil mist grass, and it will be convenient to talk about it when the time comes. Another fox fur woman said.

"Let's wait and see. The old woman said.

"What's the matter? Is there no spirit stone?" Bai Dongchi moved his mouth, although no sound came out, many people could see what he was saying.

Looking at Fang Chen's ugly face, but he seemed to be helpless, Bai Dongchi felt a kind of perverted satisfaction in his heart.

That's when —

"I should have slaughtered you in the first place!" Fang Chen's voice was calm, without reprimanding or yelling. But it was this calm voice that everyone in the huge auction hall heard. And the smell of blood in these calm words made many people present couldn't help but be moved.

"Looks like I'm underestimating this little guy. In the pavilion, the old woman's eyes narrowed, looking at Fang Chen with a cold face below, and the words that contained a strong smell of blood in the calm, she muttered to herself, and wisps of essence flashed from her somewhat dim eyes.

"You!" Bai Dongchi was furious. He didn't expect that at such a time, Fang Chen would be so hard-mouthed.

"Young master, why argue with a dead man. Behind Bai Dongchi, a thin middle-aged man spoke lightly.

"Uncle Mu, when the time comes, please help me capture him, I will pinch his bones inch by inch!" Bai Dongchi said fiercely.

"Good. The middle-aged man nodded.

"Hey, hey. With a sneer, Bai Dongchi's hideous gaze slashed fiercely at Fang Chen's face.

"Five thousand lower grade spirit stones, is there anything higher?" The white-robed old man held the Evil Mist Grass in one hand and looked around. Finally, there was a pause on Fang Chen's body, how could he, as a human spirit, not see that the Evil Mist Grass was obviously extremely important to this young man.

A trace of scarlet killing intent flashed in his dark eyes, Fang Chen gritted his teeth and was about to speak again. It is true that he can't take out five thousand lower-grade spirit stones, but a high-grade magic weapon is almost equivalent to this price.

Just as he was about to speak, a small white hand suddenly tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"I think I have it. The weak voice came out of Xia Lingyue's mouth, and at the same time, she took out the storage bag, and as soon as the light shone, an evil mist grass similar to the old man's hand on the high platform suddenly appeared in front of Fang Chen's eyes.

"You actually have Evil Mist Grass!" Fang Chen was stunned for a moment, and then there was a burst of surprise.

It really took no effort to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere to get them, but I didn't expect that the evil mist grass that I was looking for would be taken out casually by Xia Lingyue.

That's right, this little girl is a person of the medicine clan, how could she lack the elixir in her hands, and she even rejected this little girl before, and almost missed the evil mist grass.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. Xia Lingyue, who was a little unnatural by Fang Chen's blazing gaze, pursed her lips and said, "You didn't ask me if I had any Evil Mist Grass before. ”

As she spoke, she threw the Evil Mist Grass in her hand to Fang Chen: "This thing looks so ugly, I really don't know why you are so rare." If it weren't for the rarity of it, I wouldn't have taken it with me in the first place. ”

Hearing this, Fang Chen sweated profusely. However, he reached out to take the evil mist grass, and he still couldn't help but have a bright smile on his face.